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My father has been shielding me from the inner workings of our family’s business because I’m a woman. It’s just another bullshit stereotype that women aren’t strong enough to handle the life. I’m more than strong enough, if only dear Daddy knew.
I’m walking into Dante’s sex club again—and starting to feel like I’m a member myself. The moment I step through the door, Dante is pulling me behind him to one of the private rooms adjacent to the viewing rooms.
“Care to tell a girl hello?” I ask, to which he scoffs.
“Care to keep me waiting another second longer?” He turns around and plants a rough kiss to my lips, biting down on my bottom lip and growling against my mouth. “Hello, Giana.” He pulls me in and slams the door shut. “I don’t like to be kept waiting. And I really don’t like having to hunt down my conquests.”
“Am I a conquest of yours, Dante?” I ask playfully, allowing my confidence to come to the surface now that I’m with him and not the powers that be. “Because if that’s all I am to you…”
He picks me up and twirls me around before lightly tossing me on the perfectly made-up bed. I haven’t even had a second to look at my surroundings because every ounce of my attention is drawn to him. He crawls up the bed on top of me, his large frame casting a shadow on me.
“You know you’re more than that. I wouldn’t come looking for you, and I certainly wouldn’t have brought you out with me if you were only a conquest to fuck.” He grins. “I’ve been dying to get you back here.”
There are two sides to Dante—three if you count the rage in his eyes when he sank his fist into the man in the alley’s face. He’s feral, like in this moment right now. I can practically feel how badly he wants me. But then there’s also the man he was in the diner. When he opened up to me.
Both sides are equally intriguing, and I find myself quickly becoming captivated by his presence. That taste of freedom mingles with the taste of being wanted by a man I reciprocate that want for.
For the first time in my life.
“I crave you. Remembering the way you felt in my arms. Your perfect, pouty, crimson lips.” He runs a thumb down my lips, pulling the bottom one down and exposing my teeth. He moves his mouth to my ear, and his breath is hot, sending a chill down my spine in the best way. “Imagining every single inch of that perfect body of yours on display for me so I can worship you like the goddess you are,” he whispers before biting down on my earlobe.
“I have to say, I’ve enjoyed learning about what makes you tick, kitten, but tonight, I need more of you. And when I say need, I swear to the fucking devil himself, I need that beautiful cunt of yours.”
My cheeks flame as the naughtiest words to ever be spoken to me leave his lips. He is sin and chaos, and something screams to me that he will be my downfall, my complete undoing, but I don’t care. I cannot bring myself to give one solitary fuck. Not in this moment. Not ever. Not with the way his whiskey-colored eyes are reading my every cue like he was made to pleasure me.
This right here, this chemistry, this feeling of being on fire for someone else’s soul, for their touch… This is what I’ve been missing my entire life.
“I…want…” I prolong telling him, as if I haven’t thought about this at least ten times since the other night.
“Spit it out, kitten.”
It feels like my stomach is a glass jar with ten thousand butterflies inside it.
Butterflies.Butterflies?Have I ever felt them?
“I want you to teach me how to give a blowjob.” I spit the words out like they’re on fire, and he immediately cocks his head, looking at me like I’m a damn fool.
I shrink into myself and make a move to sit up on the bed, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t let me up.
“While I’m all for you sucking my cock, and in fact, it’s something I’ve been imagining all day, this is about you. Tonight is for you.” He bends down, kissing my neck, my chin, my throat.
I close my eyes and shake my head.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I gulp back my anxiety.
“If you have to think about it—”
“I think so,” I admit.
He draws in a long breath before sitting on his knees, still straddling me. “Youthinkso?”
He cocks his head, clearly a habit of his when he’s confused, something I commit to memory for when he’s gone.
“I mean, yeah. I think I have. I feel…excited…when I touch myself.”
I think about the way he made me feel earlier. I’ve never felt like that before.
