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“That’s it, Bella. Fuck, that feels so good.” I see her hips moving so I know she is enjoying herself too. I begin to match her movements, my hips beginning to move, pushing my cock into her mouth as my grip around the back of her head tightens. My fingers weave into her hair, and I pull it a little, lifting her head back even more, opening her throat wider because I am not going to last much longer.
Her nipples are peaked and she is making little moans, which vibrate around my cock, and my balls tighten. “Fuck, Annie, I am going to come. Fucking take me.” I grit my teeth and see my perfect obedient little girl nod as I start to fuck her face.
I am trying to be gentle, but I can barely hang on, the need to fill her mouth suffocating me as I push in and out of her. All the while, I notice her hand is still moving on her clit, her moans and pants increasing.
“Come for me, Bella. Fucking come for me, Annie,” I say to her, and as I do, she lets go, her body convulsing, her jaw slacking even more, giving me more room to push inside her. While her body orgasms, I push her to the brink, my cock sliding down her throat. I start to pull out of her mouth because I am about to explode, but she knows what I am doing and grips me tighter to pull me back in. “Fuuuucckk,” I growl, my orgasm ripping through me as Annie sucks me, taking it all, before pulling back and gasping in a big breath. We are both panting, yet she moves forward and licks me, again holding my shaft and slowly dragging her tongue along me like she would an ice cream.
I chuckle as I notice she licks her lips, ensuring she gets every drop of me. That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had, and I have had many. And now she is still on her knees, licking me, even though she has pleased me more tonight than any other woman has in my lifetime.
“Good girl, Bella,” I say to her, cupping her face before I pull her up and kiss her. Hard.
My hands settle back on her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks, wanting to feel her muscles between my hands. Lifting her up, I wrap her legs around my waist, her body gluing to my front and I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.
My tongue explores, and my grip around her tightens. Our naked bodies are pressed up against each other, not leaving an inch of space between us. Her body clings to mine, and she feels amazing. I kiss her more, not slowly, not stopping, not able to get enough, and she matches me in strength and ferocity. I want to show her how a real man kisses his woman.
His woman. The thought surprises me so much I stop and pull back. Her eyes look drunk from her two orgasms, and her perfect bare body is flushed with heat.
“You tired, Bella?” I ask her, my lips now peppering her bare neck.
“Hmmmm,” is all she replies, and I know that she is. She has been doing a lot more around the house lately because Maria has been unwell, and I know Leo tires her out with all the games they play.
She leans her head against my chest, her arms wrapping around me. “Sleep with me tonight, Dante?” she asks, and my body stills. I haven’t slept with a woman since my ex-wife and even then, I had to be at least five glasses of whiskey deep. Tonight, I had one glass and already the thought of staying in this bed with Little Red naked next to me for an entire night is getting me hard again.
But I can’t.
“Sorry, Bella, I’ve got to go out. I have some work to do, but I will be back soon. You sleep.” I kiss her temple and lower her into the bed, putting her bare legs under the blankets and pulling them up around her shoulders.
“What do you do, Dante? What keeps you out all night every night?” she asks innocently, as she snuggles into the blankets.
I pause, not sure what or how much to tell her, but wanting to tell her everything. “I’m Italian, Little Red, and I work with the Italian mob.” I watch her face as she looks at me with an unflinching expression.
“I don’t really want to know exactly what that entails, do I?” she asks, her eyes never leaving mine. “But you will keep me safe, won’t you?” She is placing her trust in me fully, and that feels significant.
“You’re safe with me, Bella.”
“Please be careful,” she murmurs, her eyes already closed, and I kiss her lips softly before I back away. Grabbing some fresh clothes, I have renewed energy in my bones, the need to find and kill Dominic now stronger than ever. Because one night with Little Red is not going to be enough. No. I think I will keep her forever.
19
Annie
I wake with a start, my body wracked with cold shivers, which happens from time to time. I curl myself into the thick, soft bedding and move my legs up and down on the mattress to try and generate some warmth, but it does little to help. My limbs tremble a little and my teeth soon follow with their chattering. My mom deteriorated the same way, so I know what to expect. Her circulation got worse and worse throughout her last six months to the point that hot water bottles were a constant. Not able to warm up, I decide, even though it is pitch-black and late, to get up and take a hot bath. Hot showers always helped my mom in the early days, so I hope that it is the same for me.
I sit up slowly and dangle my feet out of the bed, ensuring I am fully awake before I slip out onto the carpet and make my way to the bathroom. My nakedness is a reminder of how I filled in my time earlier tonight, and I smile while touching my lips, already wanting to kiss Dante again and explore his body further. He is so gentle, so patient, teaching me how to do things and what he likes. I enjoy it. I enjoy him.
My thoughts keep me company in the quiet house as I fill the massive tub, adding a splash of his scent for extra comfort. I grab a fresh towel and place it nearby before I immerse myself into the deep water, letting the warmth envelop my body like a warm hug.
I run my hands over my body, thinking about Dante and what we did. I have never felt more like a woman than I do with him. I no longer feel like the poor girl from small town Oklahoma. My confidence in myself is rising each and every day. I love the way his large hands run over my body, his mouth and lips on me, making me feel more wanted and desired than I ever have before.
I sigh as I lay my head back and think about my situation.
I should be scared, fearful or worried. I should be panicking that I am locked up here, wondering when I can leave. But I have no family, no friends, no job; I left everything behind in Oklahoma to live what is left of my life to be adventurous, then within hours of being in New York, I see a gang shooting, then move into the most luxurious house I have ever seen, start hanging out with the coolest kid every day, am sleeping on soft sheets, and now even exploring my sexuality with the most handsome yet dangerous man in all of the city.
To anyone else, it may sound odd, scary, and totally immoral, but how can something that feels so right, so fun and safe, be scary? How can a man who treats me as well as Dante be anything other than the right place for me to be? I wiggle my toes in the water as I continue to move through the pros and the cons of my situation, before I begin to feel my body warming enough to relax. I lift my arm and place my hand on my breast. My fingers massage my flesh for a moment until I feel it. It is still there. The small pea size lump that appeared out of nowhere.
I don’t really know what my fate will be, but given the situation, I can only think the outcome will be the same as my mother’s. I still haven’t told Dante, and after a lot of thought, I don’t think I will. Despite my feelings toward him and his obvious affection for me, once it is safe for me to leave, I am sure he will pack my bags and send me on my way. After nearly a month here, I don’t want to leave. I feel like this is more my home than the trailer park ever was. But I need to face reality, and that reality is that I have no home and that this is all just temporary. It is just me and my duffle bag, with the weight of my decision not to seek medical treatment heavy on my shoulders.
Before too long, I notice my skin is wrinkled and my body is now warm, so I slowly step out of the bath and wrap a towel around myself. I stand in the bathroom for a moment, my body weary now, and I know it is late. The early hours are a ridiculous time to be having a bath, so I am glad no one can hear me. I open the bathroom door, eager to crawl into bed again, but I stop short when I see him sitting in his armchair looking directly at me. A questioning look of concern etched onto his face.
