21. Chapter Twenty-One Dante
Chapter Twenty-One: Dante
I straightened my tie, a black silk noose that marked my allegiance to a world of shadows and whispered oaths. The venue, usually buzzing with the kind of energy that clung to your skin like a second layer, fell silent as I stood at its heart. My voice cut through the dimness. “Everyone out.”
The staff was gone after only a few seconds. Now it was just the two of us, alone.
“Come with me, Jade. Let me show you the view.”
I gave her my hand and pulled her toward the window.
Jade stood by it, the city’s glow painting her in strokes of gold and amber. Fear and fascination flickered across her face, a living canvas of contradiction.
“Come here,” I commanded, not unkindly. Authority laced my words, an invisible thread pulling her towards me.
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to me, each step measured. When she was close enough, I reached out, encircling her waist with an arm that had both protected and punished. Her body tensed then yielded, fitting against mine like it belonged there all along.
“Relax,” I murmured, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest against me. It was moments like these—raw, charged with the promise of what lay ahead—that reminded me why this life, with all its darkness, could sometimes feel worth it.
“Is this what you meant when you were talking about dessert?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” I replied, a smirk on my lips. I was going to have to tell her everything—I knew it. But right now, the plan was to just enjoy her for as long as I could. “I was talking about your pretty pussy.”
“Jesus,” she said softly.
“Jade,” I began, my voice steady as the weight of our reality pressed down on us. We were a mess of contradictions, her innocence entangled with my sins.
Her gaze flicked to the window, eyes widening as she took in the vast expanse of glass, the only barrier between us and the world. “What if anyone sees?” Jade’s question was barely audible, laced with the kind of vulnerability that did strange things to my chest, things I wasn’t used to feeling.
I couldn’t help but smile at her concern, the tenderness she evoked in me as unexpected as it was unwelcome. “Let them look,” I said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin longer than necessary. “They should count themselves lucky.”
Jade’s breath hitched, and I felt her body relax incrementally against mine, surrendering to the inevitability of our connection. In this city of millions, in the heart of my family’s empire, she was mine, and I would have her—completely.
I kneeled before her, taking in the sight of Jade clad in simple black leggings and a pristine white dress that contrasted with the shadows around us. My hands traced the contours of her hips, sliding down her sides as I felt every dip and curve beneath my fingertips. Her skin was soft, warm.
Inviting.
“Relax,” I murmured, my voice low and controlled, a stark contrast to the racing of my own heart. The dim lighting of the room seemed to wrap around us, as if it too recognized the gravity of this moment.
My gaze drifted to the cityscape outside the window; New York never slept, its lights relentless and vibrant against the coming night. But inside this room, it was just us—Jade’s breath quickening, my resolve hardening. The reflection of the outside world in the glass only made the intimacy we shared that much more acute.
“Look at me,” I commanded gently, and when her eyes met mine again, something primal ignited between us. It was raw and undeniable, a connection that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of time and place. “I’m going to strip you bare now and I’m going to pleasure you until you’re literally unable to walk. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I said.
With that, my fingers found the hem of her leggings and began to slide them down, taking my time while savoring the moment. There was a certain thrill in stripping her bare, in revealing her to myself in all her raw essence. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how she could be so unaware of the effect she had on me.
Jade shifted slightly under my touch, her breath hitching when my hand brushed against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. I could feel heat radiating off her, a silent testament to the desire coursing through both of us.
I dropped her leggings to the floor and pushed the white dress up slowly, revealing inch by enticing inch of her body. My fingers traced along the contours of her curves, stoking a fire that threatened to consume us both. I brushed against the lace edge of her panties before pulling them down and discarding them with the rest of her clothes.
I kissed the inside of her legs then, tasting the sweet warmth of her skin as my hands roamed upwards. Jade’s breath hitched and she arched against me, her body taut with anticipation. I glanced up, locking eyes with her as my fingers brushed against her. A shiver ran through her, drawing a gasp from her parted lips.
“Jade,” I whispered, my voice rough with want. “You’re beautiful. You’re going to look even better when you’re crying from all the orgasms I’m about to give you.”
I didn’t wait for her response. I flicked my tongue against her, relishing the sharp intake of breath that echoed through the room. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I set about making good on my promise.
I didn’t wait for her response. I flicked my tongue against her, relishing the sharp intake of breath that echoed through the room. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I set about making good on my promise.
“Wait,” I said, pulling away from her. I intended to grab the wine I’d left on the table, intending to make this experience as intoxicating as possible. I found her eyes already on me as I returned.
“What’s the wine for?” Jade asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
“Consider it...an enhancement,” I said with a smirk, uncorking the new bottle the waiter had recently left there with a soft pop.
I poured a small amount on my hand and then trailed it down her abdomen, the liquid cool against her heated skin. Jade sucked in a sharp breath. “Dante,” she protested, but the argument died on her lips when my mouth followed the same path, licking up the wine and tasting the intoxicating combination of Jade and rich red grapes.
“Here,” I said, handing her the bottle. “You don’t need a glass. Drink.”
Jade took the bottle from me, her fingers brushing against mine in a silent exchange of electricity. She brought the rim to her lips and took a hesitant sip, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight stirred something raw within me—something dark and hungry.
“Good,” I murmured, watching the flush of pleasure color her cheeks, the way her eyes shone with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire. I took the bottle back from her and placed it back on the table next to us.
“Now, lie back,” I instructed softly, guiding her down onto the plush carpet beneath us that was as rich and decadent as everything else in this highrise restaurant. Her hair splayed out around her like a dark halo, framing her face in an image that was pure sin against the white purity of her dress.
“Hold onto your legs for me,” I said.
She complied, her fingers curling around the back of her thighs. The position left her further exposed to me—a sight almost breathtaking in its raw vulnerability, the view making my blood thrum with anticipation.
“Perfect,” I whispered, eyes never leaving her as I placed myself between her knees. My mouth descended on her once more, and this time there was no hesitation. Jade made a soft sound from deep in her throat, and I felt satisfaction crackle through my veins. “How many orgasms do you think you can have in one night?”
“Wha-what?” The question clearly startled her, a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks.
“Just a number, Jade,” I said, my fingers tracing over her exposed skin. I wanted to pace myself.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Okay. Well, let’s find out,” I said, my voice low and husky with desire.
I didn’t give her time to respond before I pressed my mouth back against her, my tongue flicking against her in a rhythmic dance that pulled a mewl of pleasure from her lips. She tried to squirm away, lost in the sensations I was causing, but I held her firmly in place.
“Dante,” she gasped, her hands clutching at my hair as I continued to tease and torment her. Jade writhed beneath me, completely at my mercy, and it was a view I could get used to. “I...I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” I countered, pulling back just enough to look at her. The sight was breathtaking - Jade Bentley, brilliant scientist and the woman who held my dark heart in her hands, coming undone because of me. “Look at me. You’re doing so good. You’re being such a good girl for me.”
The whimper that escaped her was music to my ears. I licked her clit again, pressing a finger into her tight pussy.
She gasped, the sound sharp and breathless in the quiet room. I couldn’t help the smug grin that spread across my face at the reaction, the satisfaction of knowing I was making her feel this way.
Her hands tightened in my hair, her body arching off the carpet as she strained against me. Her breaths came in short gasps, her cries growing louder with each pass of my tongue.
“Dante,” she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. “I...I can’t...I’m...”
“I didn’t say you could come yet,” I said.
Her eyes widened as she whimpered, her body trembling on the brink of release.
“Oh... oh God...” she moaned, her grip in my hair tightening as she bit her lip.
“No,” I growled, pulling back to look at her. “Just Dante. No gods here.
“Dante...” she breathed, a plea in her voice that made me smile.
“That’s right,” I said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You belong to me tonight.”
Without wasting a moment, I dove back into her warmth, my tongue swirling against her clit with practiced ease. She writhed beneath me, her fingers digging into my scalp as she tried to keep from falling over the edge.
“You can come now,” I said, pressing a finger into her pussy to find her g-spot. “You can let go, beautiful. Are you going to squirt for me?”
Jade’s eyes widened at my words, but she didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. Her response echoed in the tight grip of her hands in my hair, the arch of her back, and the beautiful flush staining her cheeks.
I didn’t hold back this time. I licked her with vigor, pushed my finger deeper and curled it just right. Jade let out a scandalized moan, her thighs trembling around my head as her climax overtook her.
There she was, coming undone beneath me, just like I’d promised. The sight was intoxicating—better than any wine could ever be.
Hot liquid seeped from her and pooled onto my hand, and I couldn’t help but groan in satisfaction. I took in the sight of Jade, flushed and panting heavily beneath me.
Swiping a thumb against her slick thigh, I brought it to my lips, tasting her release. Jade watched through half-lidded eyes, the blush deepening on her cheeks.
“Again,” I commanded, voice soft but firm.
“But Dante...” she protested weakly.
I interrupted her with a devilish smirk, “I did promise you multiple orgasms, didn’t I?”
“No more surprises,” she pleaded softly.
“None at all,” I agreed absently, my mind already planning the next wave of pleasure. Seizing the bottle of wine once more, I poured another small amount on her stomach, watching as it pooled in her navel before dribbling down towards her still-sensitive clit. “But by my count, that’s just one, right? And so far, we know you can have one orgasm.”
Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as I lowered my mouth to her navel, tongue flicking out to taste the mixture of wine and her arousal. She shivered underneath me, her thighs tightening around my shoulders in anticipation.
“Dante...” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper as I continued my ministrations. I hummed against her skin, sending vibrations through her core that had her writhing beneath me.
I raked my teeth down her stomach, finally capturing her clit between my lips. She tasted so good. Her hands found their way back into my hair, tugging gently with each flick of my tongue. There was a note of desperation in her movements now, a needy quality that sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
“God...Dante,” she gasped. The sound of my name on her lips was intoxicating, driving me to continue my assault on her senses.
“Again,” I commanded, the word a husky whisper against her sensitive flesh.
“Dante... I can’t,” she protested. Her voice was weak, breathy with the strain of holding back.
“Yes, you can,” I countered, looking up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire, partly obscured by heavy eyelids that fluttered closed every few seconds. “You’re doing so good for me, Jade.”
A whimper escaped her as I continued to taste her, my tongue delving deeper into the folds of her pussy. I watched as she clenched her fists in the plush carpet beneath us, the tension in her body evident as she pushed herself closer to the edge.
“Let go for me, Jade,” I said softly, giving her clit a final flick with my tongue before pulling away just enough to watch her. She tried to squirm closer, a whine escaping her at the loss of contact.
“Do it, Jade,” I growled, my eyes locked onto hers. “Come for me.”
Her breath hitched, her grip on my hair tightening as she let out a guttural cry of pleasure. Her body clenched and released rhythmically, waves of her orgasm washing over her. The sight of her in the thrall of ecstasy was something out of this world.
I watched with hunger-filled eyes as Jade writhed beneath me, lost in the throes of passion. Every gasp, every shuddering breath, every little whimper was a symphony to my ears. Each time she said my name like a prayer – a desperate plea – sent a thrill down my spine.
She began to come down from her high slowly, her body loosening its taut hold gradually.
She tried to catch her breath. “Wait,” she said between gasps, her hair sticking to her face. “What about you? Don’t you want me to take care of you?”
I smirked at her. “That’s adorable, beautiful,” I chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. “But tonight is about you. You come first.”
“But Dante...” she started to protest, only for me to silence her with a deep kiss. As our lips moved together, I trailed my fingers over the curves of her body, reigniting the sparks that had only just begun to fade.
“I meant that literally,” I said, pulling away from her. “I’m going to wait until you’re at the very peak of your pleasure. And I will fuck you tonight, but only then. I’m going to train you to associate mind-blowing orgasms with having my cock inside of you. Every time you’re about to come, you’ll think of me. My face, my hands, my tongue, my cock.”
Her eyes were wide and her breath had hitched at my words. “And how are you planning to do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Well, babe,” I replied, smiling at her. “I’m just getting started.”