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“War has started, brother,” Sebastian says to me, nodding slightly, his face and tone now both serious.
“It’s time we ended it,” I state, leaving no room for questions.
17
Annie
I haven’t seen Dante all week since our tryst in the bathroom, and I feel a little uneasy about it. For weeks since I arrived, he and I have spoken every night, and now I miss our nighttime chats. Did I do something wrong? Is his life just extremely busy right now, finding the men from his gunfight? I don’t know what to think. But I know he still comes. I may be asleep, but I still smell him the moment I wake. Sometimes I spot his empty whiskey glass too.
However, I have kept busy here in his house. Leo and I are firm friends, my Lego skills now improving each day, and I actually finished a rocket, which he proudly displays on his shelf next to his castles and spaceships.
A few days ago, I met Maddison, who I have learnt is the wife of Dante’s friend Sebastian. She’s a glamorous woman who I have a lot in common with, both of us growing up in small towns, now caught up in this insane lifestyle. She is an art gallery owner, something I don’t know too much about, but it sounds amazing. After meeting her, I wish that I had the opportunity to go to college. I always wanted to become a teacher. I love kids. It is probably why I was in such demand as a babysitter back home, and why I get along so well with Leo.
I do a lot of the cooking with Maria now, learning many authentic recipes and some I make just as well as she does. I like the way she looks at me proudly each time I complete a dish. However, today she wasn’t feeling well, so she retired to her room.
I have just put Leo to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and tidied up the house. It is the least I can do after being here for so long, and I hate how Maria cleans up after everyone—even if it is her job.
With a sigh, I turn off the light, dimming the now sparkling clean kitchen into darkness, and decide to go to bed and read, such is my nightly routine. On the way through the house, I stop at the library to see if I can grab a new book, spotting a few more on childhood development.
As I do, I spot Dante’s office light on, and thinking he isn’t home, I move toward the doorway to turn it off before seeing him at his desk, sipping whiskey all alone. I stop in the doorway, like a deer caught in the headlights, not sure what to do or say. His eyes flick up, and he looks at me intently, a small smirk appearing, even though his face looks tired and dark circles run underneath each eye.
“Come here, Little Red,” he commands as he swivels on his chair a little. I do as I am told, excited to see him and happy that he wants to see me. I walk into his office and around his desk to stand next to him. He leans back in his chair and watches me, his head resting against the high back, his whiskey now all but forgotten on his desk.
Standing in front of him, he looks me up and down, taking in my appearance. My flaming red hair is out and wavy around my shoulders, and I am barefoot, wearing a simple airy day dress. Casual, but cute.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Little Red,” he says with a sigh, as he sits forward a little, and his hands meet my legs before they skim up my thighs, so softly I can barely feel him, yet I tremble underneath his touch. My face heats under his gaze as he moves forward, leaning his head against my stomach. I wonder if he can hear my butterflies, which only appeared the moment I laid eyes on him. He is exhausted. I feel bad that I haven’t been able to look after him this week. I lift my hands and bury my fingers in his hair, moving them against his scalp, massaging his head as his hands skim up and down my thighs. “Mmmmmmm,” Dante moans, and I smile because I like to make him feel good. I want him to relax, especially when he is home.
He sits back up, my hands falling slightly and resting on his shoulders. My eyes flick to his shoulder where his wound was, but I can’t see anything underneath his black shirt.
“How is your shoulder?” I ask, running my fingers across the area gently.
“It was better the moment you stepped into the bathroom with me,” he replies with a grin, one which I return as a slight blush colors my cheeks.
“I like how you blush when you think about us. Did you like what we did?” he asks as his hands pause on my hips, watching me with a small smile.
“Yes,” I whisper, unsure of my voice, my heart beginning to race as I see his eyes darken.
“Yes, what?” he asks in return and at first, I am not sure what he is asking me, but then it dawns on me.
“Yes, Dante,” I breathe out, and I hear his chest growl in approval, making my sex throb.
“You know I like it when you say my name like that.”
“Yes… Dante..” I say again, teasing him a little.
“This is a pretty dress, Little Red, but I think you would look better without it?” As he removes his hands from me and sits back, my body stills, my skin still tickling from his touch and aching to have it back. He’s once again leaving it up to me to either answer his question with action or walk out the door. It is like he wants to touch me, but is afraid to, as I see his hands clench like he is trying very hard to not reach out to me when it is all I want him to do. I have never been in this position before. Never wanted something so much and for it to be offered up for me to take. Because I want Dante. All of him. I want his hands on my body, his lips on mine, I want to please him, and I want to learn everything from only him. I dream about him daily, and every time I am around him, my heart races.
I look down at my dress, knowing that I am not going anywhere. He has already seen my body, but this feels more deliberate. In the shower, he took control; he was fully naked and I stayed in my shirt. But now, the tides have turned, and I will be undressing for him. It feels different, yet I still feel in complete control of the moment. I swallow as my eyes flick back to his, seeing pure lust in his gaze. Then I pull the cord that ties my dress together, undoing a few buttons at the top near the neckline. I let the thin fabric slip off my shoulders and then shimmy it down my arms before it falls like a feather down my body, skimming my small curves and landing in a puddle at my feet.
My skin prickles as I see his fingers dig into his thighs. I am nearly bare, standing right in front of him with just my bra and underwear remaining. I have no idea what I am doing, but I am confident that he likes what he sees. My breath quickens as I wait for him to make the next move. His eyes slowly lower down my frame, like he is committing every inch of me to memory. Wearing basic black cotton underwear, with no lace or pretty details, I don’t move an inch, my breasts heavy as I pant in arousal.
As his eyes move back up my body, I decide not to wait for his next command. I want to make it obvious to him that I ache to have his hands all over me. I move my hands to my back and unclip my bra, letting it fall down my shoulders, following my dress to the floor. This move surprises him because I hear him intake a sharp breath, as his eyes hood, looking at my chest, my pink nipples now hard.
“Is this better?” I ask timidly, holding my breath for his answer. I let my hands fall down my shoulders, and my fingers trail down my chest, almost seductively, my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“Are you wet for me, Annie?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy, vibrating right to my core.
“Yes, Dante… very,” I reply in a whisper, again my cheeks blushing as his eyes blaze, scorching my skin, clearly enjoying my response.
