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I looked at the clock again. It was past midnight but I could not sleep. I longed for Dante’s closeness, for his touch.
It had been more than a week since dinner with the Scuderi, and two weeks since Frank had run off and Dante had fucked me. God, and I missed him.
I slipped out of bed and left the room, not bothering to put on my robe. It was dark in the hallway. I groped my way to the stairs, then slowly descended them. At the end of the hallway, light filtered from under the door to Dante’s office.
I knocked, then entered without waiting for an answer.
Tonight I was going to get what I wanted. The silent treatment was over.
Dante sat in his leather chair behind the desk. His hair was ruffled as if he had run his hand through it repeatedly.
He had thrown his jacket and vest on the sofa, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt and rolled up the sleeves, revealing his strong arms. He had not bothered to remove his gun holster. He was staring at something on his laptop, but when I walked in he looked up.
He looked tired. “Is something wrong?” His voice was hoarse from disuse, almost growling, making me even more determined to distract him from his work and lure him upstairs. His blue eyes watched my skimpy silk nightgown as I walked toward him. “I was just wondering when you were coming to bed,” I said nonchalantly as I walked around his desk and stopped beside him.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fluttering between my bare legs and my face. A couple of months ago I would not have recognized the look in his eyes, but now I knew it was desire. He may have shut down emotionally, but my body definitely caught his attention. I must have caught him at the right time: too tired to continue acting disinterested.
“Las Vegas contacted me. They want a meeting.”
I nodded, but I had something very different in mind than a conversation about mob affairs. I took his laptop and closed it.
Dante raised his eyebrows. “Valentina, I really need to-” He interrupted when I leaned over him and slowly knelt down , running my hands over his thighs. I started massaging them as I looked at Dante with big eyes.
“Can’t the work wait?”
Dante’s eyes darkened with lust. A bulge was slowly forming in his black pants as he looked at me, and I had to hold back a smile. “What’s on your mind?” he asked in a practiced tone, trying to appear impassive. The erection straining against his pants obviously betrayed him.
I grasped his erection through the fabric. “I don’t know.”
Dante smiled darkly. “I doubt it.” He grabbed the zipper and lowered it, then pulled out his hard cock. He stroked it a few times, running his thumb over the already leaking pre-cum tip before tracing my mouth with his thumb. I licked my lips, savoring him on me, and Dante let out a low sigh. “Stop teasing me, Valentina.”
I leaned forward and slowly licked his shaft from base to tip before plunging my tongue into the small opening.
Dante grabbed the nape of my neck and gently held me in place as I ran my tongue around his tip again and again, barely grazing it.
His fingers in my hair twitched and he pushed me forward slightly. “Suck my cock, Val.” It was the first time he called me by my nickname. I cupped his tip with my lips and began to suck, making sure to run my tongue along the edge from time to time. Dante watched me with half-closed eyes as he massaged my scalp.
I took him deeper and then began to move my head up and down as he liked. Dante’s eyes never left me. He began to move his hips and tightened his grip on my head as I sucked him harder. “I’m coming,” he said in warning. I felt him tense as his climax overwhelmed him. His cock jerked and exploded in my mouth. I tried to swallow while continuing to suck. Dante moaned, still rocking his hips and staring at me with half-closed eyes. That was the moment he allowed me an occasional glance behind his guarded mask.
I could feel him softening in my mouth, and I released him from my lips. A defiant part of me wanted to ask him if that meant he forgave me for the mess with Frank, but the reasonable part of me won out.
Dante dropped his hand from my head and sagged, closing his eyes. I quickly wiped my mouth while he wasn’t looking and checked my cleavage for stains.
My arousal was pulsing between my legs. Dante shifted, bringing my attention back to him. He stared at me with an unreadable expression, and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I stood up, but Dante did the same, towering over me in his smart white shirt, gun holster and half-open pants. I scanned his eyes but as usual I could not read him.
He grabbed my neck and slammed his mouth against mine. I gasped in surprise and his tongue slid in. He used his body to support me until my legs slammed against the edge of his desk. He grabbed my hips and hoisted me onto the cool surface and inserted himself between my legs, still possessing me with his mouth and tongue, numbing my legs and making my heart slam against my ribcage. God, Dante could kiss. I wished he would do it more often.
He grabbed me by the shoulders, stopped kissing me, and made me lie down until I was lying on his desk. I stared at him, forcing myself to lie still and let him admire me when all I wanted to do was rip the buttons off his shirt and have him inside me. Dante seemed to know what I wanted. The dark smile had returned and the cold refinement had been replaced by something wild and warm. I bit my lip and spread my legs even wider, causing my nightgown to rise.
I knew Dante could see what was underneath: nothing. I wasn’t wearing panties.
He let out a harsh breath, but he still wasn’t touching me and was driving me to the brink of despair. I tried to grab his shirt but he got out of my reach. “No,” he said with authority. The voice he always and only used when giving orders to his soldiers. It was the sexiest sound in the world, but I was burning with need. “Touch me.”
“I’m still mad at you. Sex will not change that. You disobeyed my direct order.
You couldn’t be serious. If this was another form of punishment, I would lose it.
“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson. You will obey me now, won’t you?”
I almost groaned as I heard the timbre of his voice and looked into his eyes. “Yes,” I said quickly.
He took another step back, his eyes meeting mine. “Spread your legs wider.”
I didn’t hesitate. The air in his office was cool against my heated flesh, but it did nothing to ease the burning need. Dante unbuckled his gun holster unhurriedly, never taking his eyes off me. “Touch yourself.”
My eyes widened, but once again I obeyed. When he used that voice, I had a hard time resisting. I slid my hand down my body and between my legs. Part of me was embarrassed. According to my mother, it was definitely not something a respectable wife did .
But most appreciated the way Dante’s eyes darkened as he watched my fingers slip between my folds and the way his lips parted. He dropped his gun holster to the ground with a dull clatter. He was getting hard again as he watched my fingers draw small circles on my clit.
“Put a finger in your pussy.”
I trembled with excitement as I followed his order. I plunged my index finger into my hot core. A muscle in Dante’s cheek flexed and his cock strained against his prison again. I could see how much he wanted to touch me, to fuck me, but Dante had nothing but control of himself and others. He reached between my legs, grabbed my wrists, and I slid his finger out of my narrow channel, hoping he would do it for me now.
“No,” he growled. “Just keep on finger-fucking yourself.”
How could he sound so dangerous and sexy at the same time? How could that cold man say such mean things with the utmost authority? I pushed my finger inside me again, even though my clit was practically screaming for attention.
Dante looked at me, his jaw tense. He pulled down the top of my nightgown, revealing my breasts. My nipples had hardened from the cold and Dante’s penetrating gaze. He took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and started rolling them back and forth. I arched my back, but I did not stop touching myself.
I reached for Dante’s shirt, but he pinched my nipples in warning. “No,” he squealed. I raised my hips at the sensations coursing through my body, the sensual pain I began to enjoy more than I ever thought I could. Dante’s fingers twisted and rolled my nipples relentlessly. My heart trembled with the need to come. “Dante, please.”
He glared at me, then let go of one of my breasts and grabbed my arm, preventing me from touching myself further. He pulled my hand away and placed it beside me on the desk. He lifted my nightgown so that my pussy was naked in his eyes. “Don’t come,” he warned.
“What?” I gasped, but the sound turned into a groan as he slid his two middle fingers inside me. My muscles tightened around him, tightening his fingers into a steely grip.
He began to fuck me slowly, fixing me with his admonishing gaze.
“Don’t do it, Valentina.” I sank my nails into my palms, trying to push back the climax.
Dante pushed his fingers deep inside me and held them in place as his thumb grazed my clit. I gritted my teeth, my body beginning to spasm.
“Don’t come,” Dante said in a rough voice.
“Dante…” I shook my head back and forth, sure I would burst at any moment. Dante curled his fingers inside me and pressed hard on my clit. “Now,” he ordered harshly, and my release came down on me with blinding force.
My bottom arched off the desk as I screamed my release. My hands slid across the smooth surface of the desk, searching for something to hold onto.
“That’s right,” Dante said, staring at me. I subsided, feeling drained and sated. Dante slowly pulled his fingers out of me, sending another wave of pleasure through me. He unbuckled his belt, the only thing holding his pants open , and let them fall to the floor. His cock was hard, red and glistening. “Turn around.” I slid off the desk and stood on unsteady legs for a moment before turning away and leaning forward. I propped myself up on my elbows and jutted my butt. Arrising a peek over my shoulder, I found Dante watching me. He massaged my buttocks before grabbing his cock and guiding it toward my entrance. With one swift movement, he buried himself deeply into me. I exhaled and entwined my fingers around the edge of the desk, trying to restrain myself as Dante began to thrust into me. I gasped as he pushed deeper and deeper into me, causing my nipples to rub against the cold, smooth desk.
“Am I forgiven?” I gasped.
Dante growled. He leaned over me, his fingers finding my nub. “I shouldn’t have to forgive you,” he said between grunts, accentuating each word with a hard push. “But for some reason, I can’t stay mad at you.”
A smile crept onto my lips but fell from my face as Dante hit my G-spot and shattered me under the force of my climax. Dante tensed behind me as his own release overwhelmed him. My legs were seconds away from collapse and my chest was probably sore from rubbing against the desk. Dante wrapped his arm around my chest, joining our bodies and continuing to pump inside me as he left a trail of kisses on my shoulder. He shivered again and licked my ear. We stayed like that for a couple of moments before Dante pulled back. I stood up.
“Will you come upstairs with me?” I asked as I gathered my clothes.
Dante hesitated but then nodded. I went ahead to hide my elated expression from him. It felt like a major victory.
After showering, we crawled into bed. I curled up on Dante’s back and ran my arm over his stomach. When I had almost fallen asleep, his hand covered mine.
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