12. Respectable Woman
TWELVE
RESPECTABLE WOMAN
“ M y name is Nadia.”
Dante’s brows rose upward. “I know your name.”
“Just checking. You keep calling me woman . I just want to make sure you didn’t forget my name.”
Dante eased his weight slightly so he could get a better view of the perfect mounds of her breasts. “It’s pretty safe to say I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon. You screamed loud enough to raise the dead.”
Nadia craned her neck to look over his shoulder. “The boys won’t come barging in, will they?”
“Amo heard a scream from your room and then told me about it three hours later,” he said, shaking his head. “What do you think?”
Dante didn’t like the glint that entered Nadia’s eyes at that piece of enlightenment. He had told her about it before, but now that she had come to know Amo better, it seemed to land a bit differently this time.
Feeling bad for the boy because of his reminder, he tried to take her mind off whatever revenge Nadia was planning.
The woman was lethal with a pillow … and generally problematic , he thought after trying to find the word that best suited her.
Unfortunately for Nadia, problematic fit.
So far, in the time that he had known her, the woman was either too busy trying to solve problems, or she just caused more.
Seeking his own type of revenge, Dante covered her nipple with his mouth.
This is such a bad idea . Nadia wasn’t the type of woman he usually fucked with.
He had never been attracted to women who lived in Kansas City.
It didn’t help that she didn’t take his gruffness without giving a smart comeback, knocking him off the pedestal he had attained at being the top of the family organization.
But oh, how he wanted her— nope, needed to fuck —but even he was well past believing that.
So, he blamed him wanting to fuck her on breaking his cardinal rule: You weren’t supposed to mix alcohol.
It led to bad decisions and regret, and right now, mixing whiskey with rum runners had led him here, between Nadia’s voluptuous thighs.
The want for her would disappear just like the alcohol in his system would tomorrow.
But tonight … he thought as he grabbed her hips to adjust her the way he wanted with his dick riding the notch between her thighs, I will give in to my drunken demands .
Removing his shirt with quick hands, he settled down to business to arouse Nadia before she said something that would snuff out his raging hard-on. Stretching her thighs farther apart, he slid downward to go down on her.
Her hips arched at the first touch of his mouth.
Licking the rose-red vulva, Dante didn’t give her time to have second thoughts and started laving the sunshine-scented, damp pussy.
Boldly, he thrust his tongue inside of her and started tongue-fucking her.
He gripped her generous ass harder to hold her higher against his mouth. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
Her movements were slow, but her legs gradually climbed higher until Dante had her in the position he wanted.
Nadia opened to every damn demand he gave her.
Using his fingers, he stretched her open by small increments.
The tight sheath was slowly opening wider as her arousal grew.
If he fucked her the way he wanted, she would be hurting afterward.
He made it a point to never leave a woman he fucked unsatisfied, but with a pleasurable memory when the night was over.
Gauging how aroused Nadia was by the rhythm her hips were keeping with the thrusts of his tongue as she started moving faster, Dante lifted his mouth and pulled her legs off his shoulders.
Flipping her onto her front, he lifted her hips again until she was on her knees, begging as she pleaded for him to fuck her.
It only made his dick somehow harder, causing him to press a firm hand onto her back and lowering her head to the bed, wanting her in the perfect position as his body moved between her thighs.
He obliged her pleas. With one shimmy of his hips, Dante pushed his cock inside of her welcoming pussy.
Nadia might have lost her mind when the cruise ship had passed by while she was naked, but Dante lost his in the moment his dick impaled itself within her.
His mind dissolved in a bliss he had never encountered before.
Like a dandelion being blown into the wind, his mental capacity diminished until there weren’t any cognitive abilities left.
All that was left was the instinctual need to satisfy the lust-filled cravings she had raised in him.
Not even with Melissa had he ever felt this all-consuming need that needed to be expelled or his body would explode into a million fragments.
She would lurch forward each time he would plunge inside of her, then she would thrust back on him, driving him higher inside of her.
“Careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he grunted out.
“Why do men always overestimate their size? You might be big, but you aren’t that big,” she teased with ragged breath.
Dante couldn’t help but chuckle at her snide comment. Placing a rough hand on her ass, he lifted it higher until he could feel it bouncing back against his abs. He groaned at the sight, coming to the conclusion that her ass was his favorite part of her body.
Deciding to return the favor, he covered her back with his chest so he could play with her clit.
Dante started moving faster with each scream of pleasure she expelled into the pillow.
His breaths went choppy, desire coiling tighter and tighter, as his balls smacked off her with each plunge.
Grazing her back with his teeth, he felt the muscles in her pussy squeeze his cock tighter.
Giving a pleased murmur against her skin, Dante felt her trembling as her pussy started pulsating around him.
He stroked the pad of his palm from the hand that hadn’t left her backside over the globe of her ass, and felt his own climax take over, sending him rocking against her in a heated rush to come with her.
When they both stopped shaking, he rose to the end of the bed to cuff her ankle with his hand and slide her toward him.
“ Hmph. What are you doing?”
Something I’ll regret in the morning, I’m sure.
“I need a bath. You can keep me company.”
“I’m not going back in there.” She rose to her knees, trying to scramble away.
“Look around you. It’s dark. I’ll turn the light off so we can see, but no one will be able to look in and see what we’re doing.” When she didn’t stop squirming, he tried a different approach. “Plus, what are the chances of two ships passing by us?”
Nadia didn’t try to get away with that logic when he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. When he placed her down, she stood motionless until a small flame flickered to life beside the feet of the tub.
“Exactly what are you planning, Mr. Caruso?”
Turning the water on, Dante stepped into the tub to sit down. He held out a hand to help her inside and waited until her ass was fitted snuggly in front of his balls to curl two palms over her breasts and pull her back to his chest.
“Making wine from sunshine.”
The sun shining on her face had Nadia disoriented enough to open her eyes.
She could barely manage the act, having to close them again as suddenly as she had opened them.
She hadn’t been able to see much, but she found it strange that the sun had been in her eyes.
When she had awoken on the yacht yesterday, it had been dark, as the cabins were below deck …
Wait a minute.
The sheets that hugged her felt different. She thought hers had been cotton, while these felt rather silky …
Did they change my shee—
Oh no.
Nadia’s eyes flew open with a quickness, fighting the sleepiness. It was like it had worn off in an instant when she noticed she was definitely not in her cabin.
Images of a blissful, sexy dream of her and Dante flooded her mind. Only they hadn’t been dreams …
They had been real.
Oh God!
Her stomach sank to the pits of her own hell before she felt it rise back up. Shit!
Jumping up out of bed, she bolted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet when the contents of the many rum runners, along with last night’s pizza, erupted.
It was like instant relief as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
Sure she wasn’t going to geyser again, she flushed the contents and got up from the rather cold floor—
Oh my God, I’m still fucking naked! Shit, shit, shit, shit! She really hoped Dante hadn’t just witnessed her run butt-ass naked to go vomit in his bathroom.
Covering her front bits with her hands, she prayed to the one-night stand gods that Dante was still asleep when she poked her head around the corner.
Nadia didn’t care what kind of sense it made to cover her body, considering she was pretty fucking sure the man had seen more of her body than she had ever seen of herself in her lifetime, but she just expelled every bit of her liquid courage, and any bravery she had had just been flushed down the toilet. Literally.
Phew. She breathed out a heavy sigh of relief at seeing he was nowhere to be found.
That made her lucky but also unlucky, considering how high the sun was up in the sky.
She had no clue what time it was, and when she went down those steps for her walk of shame, in the same clothes she was now quickly dressing herself in from yesterday …
that meant that everyone on the ship might just be up to witness it.
Fuck. Nadia cursed herself for the millionth time when she left Dante’s luxurious cabin.
Her shaky legs didn’t even want to start descending the stairs as she carefully listened for any signs of life that might be waiting at the bottom.
Not hearing anything, she slowly took a step at a time until she was able to see that no one was in the indoor living area.