15. Bianca
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
bianca
F or the first time since seventh grade, I spent an hour changing into every piece of clothing I own. I finally decide on a sporty halter dress with a skort. In my line of work, you can never be too prepared. Just because I have to be functional doesn’t mean I have to be unfashionable. I skip the bra, though, letting my hard nipples pop through the tight spandex-blended fabric. I top the dress with a cropped leather jacket. I slip on my sexy boots with heels, the ones that lace up to about mid calf. They were tight enough on the ankle that I could run if I had to, but they looked like sex, and that was my goal. I put on my usual gold jewelry and a spritz of my berry perfume in all the right crevasses. I spent equal time on my outfit as my hair and makeup. My long dark hair was curled softly and falling down my back. I went with a sharp cat eye winged liner and light foundation. I wanted my freckles to still show across my nose. It was one of my favorite features. With a peach lipstick and gloss, I was finished with my look and ready to go. It was after midnight, and I needed to get on the road.
“Where you going tonight, B?” Dmitri shouts from the white sectional in my living room. I told him he could stay in my quarters for the next few days until his wounds started to heal. It was really more for my sake so I didn’t have to worry about him right now, on top of everything else.
“Out. Gotta do a run for Evgeni. I’ll be back in a few hours, though. Just get some rest.” I pull his head back and kiss his forehead as I pass by. I tried to keep him from seeing me. He didn’t need to see how I was dressed. It’s hard to lie to your twin when they know you better than yourself. I tried to be honest with him about most things, but my sexy kidnapper situation was something I had to keep to myself, at least for now.
I grab my keys and head out the door into the garage. I hop in the coupe and head to the park. My heart was racing, and the butterflies that I felt in my stomach were new to me. I thought any butterflies I had died long ago. Dante is the first guy I’ve been with in a long time. Sex was easy to find. I mean, I have a team of hot Russians ready to kiss the ground I walk on, but no one that I could actually BE with. Being with Dante was what love feels like or what I think it should feel like. He makes me feel even more invincible than ever, but at the same time, he makes me feel safe. Feeling safe was something that I only ever made myself feel before. I didn’t need anyone, especially a fucking man to take care of me. But Dante made me want to let him take care of me. It was all such a new feeling, and it was already more addicting than anything else I had ever experienced.
On my way to the park, I kept thinking about Dmitri and how he would respond if I told him I was.. well, for lack of a better phrase, falling in love with the enemy. Of course, I was worried he would react poorly and try to light Dante on fire, but even worse, I was afraid he would be spiteful and tell our father. My father and I didn’t get along, but his approval felt important to me. He would never understand and would no doubt be a giant fucking prick about it. He would probably send me to kill Dante, knowing I can’t disobey him.
I get there early and pull into the main parking area in front of the statue. I take a few deep breaths before I turn off the car. I could take down a fleet of trained men without breaking a sweat, but meeting just one man tonight made me more nervous than ever.
I see Dante pull down the drive and into the lot. I get out and lean on my hood as he parks.
“Well, it seems you don’t want me to fuck off and die then? That’s a good sign!” he hollers as he rounds my car.
“Yeah, I thought about it and couldn’t in good conscience let you think that.” I giggle as he leans next to me.
“So… you came.” He adds.
“I think we already established that.” I smile and turn toward him.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either, and it’s really becoming a problem.” I continue.
He slides his arm behind me, slipping his hand to my lower back. He pulls me against him, and I reach my hands up to both sides of his chiseled cheeks.
Without speaking any more words, we lock our lips together, shifting side to side as we exchange in a beautiful swirl of kissing and tongue flicking. Both of us releasing small moans as we allow ourselves to sink deeper into each other. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he spins me around, planting me on the hood of my car. He leans into me, pushing me back onto the car. I prop myself up on my elbows, and he continues to kiss down my neck, nibbling on my earlobes as he works down my chest. When he gets to my breasts, he pulls them free from my dress and proceeds to suck both of my nipples. I lean my head back as a wave of pleasure crashes over my body.
He continues kissing back up to my mouth, and I start to realize I did not pick the best outfit. If he wants to get to my pussy, I have to get completely naked…in a public park. The safety he makes me feel doesn’t even make me question doing so. I slip the halter over my head and slip my dress down, exposing my entire body to him.
“Fuck.” He huffs as he looks me up and down.
“You might be the most perfect woman on the planet. Damn, Kitten.” He continues as he slides his hands all over my naked body.
He pushes me up the hood a little further and drops down into a squat in front of me. In one motion, he spreads my legs wide and buries his face into my cunt. His tongue slides up and down, twirling around my clit and sinking into my entrance. He continues to fuck me with his tongue and gently suck at my clit, causing me to squirm on the cold hood beneath me. I reach my hand down around the back of his head, guiding him as he keeps at it. I wrap my hand in his thick, wavy dark brown hair.
“Oh my god, Dante. Fuck.” I moan and huff as I feel an orgasm building.
“Fuck, I’m going to… oh god!” I yelp as I drown him with my release.
He moans as I fill his mouth. He flicks his tongue around a few more times, torturing my sensitive pussy before kissing my inner thighs and back up my abdomen. When he gets to my mouth, he slips his tongue inside, letting me taste myself on him.
As he bites my lip I speak out softly, “Fuck me. Now”.