Chapter 63
Rachel
Another quiet evening was spent with the three kids and Mama.
It dawned on me that Dante was breaking the contract by not spending the designated one hour a day with me, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
The more I thought about it, the more I realised how stupidly unrealistic that contract really was.
Real life would always get in the way and put a dampener on something that was an ideal scenario. In an ideal world, Dante and I would never argue. We would spend time together, and we would enjoy it. But we didn’t live in an ideal world.
And I found myself not caring. I was no longer trying to find any excuse to leave. I was no longer looking for a way out.
It wasn’t what I wanted anymore. If I was being honest, it was never what I wanted.
What I had wanted was free will. I didn’t want to feel as though I was trapped. Which is exactly how I felt when Dante smothered me, acting all dominant, or when he refused to let me think for myself.
I had the perfect opportunity here to execute my free will and prove to the lawyer that the contract had been broken…
and I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay here with Dante.
I wanted to see where we could take this, and how strong we could be together when we were both open and honest about what we wanted.
Which is why I put the kids to bed early and ushered Mama back to her room, all so I could wait for Dante and actually talk to him.
However, when he eventually returned home, his footsteps were slow and heavy, his movements sounding weary even from a different room. And I knew he was in no mood for talking.
“Dante?” I called, heading into the bar. He looked at me, the whiskey bottle already halfway to his mouth.
“If you’ve come to start—”
“I haven’t,” I promised, walking towards him. I hopped onto the bar next to him and scooted over until I was positioned in front of his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m here if you want to talk. And if you don’t, that’s fine too.”
“I don’t want to fucking talk,” he muttered, taking a huge gulp of the whiskey. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down with his swallows and felt the weirdest flash of desire for him. “I’ve done all the fucking talking I can handle lately.”
He dropped the whiskey bottle and buried his hands in my hair, kissing me deeply. I could taste the alcohol on his lips, and a moan of pleasure ripped through me.
“Just kiss me until I forget,” he murmured against my lips, and my heart clenched at the rare flash of vulnerability he displayed. I kissed him back with everything I had, arching my back, offering him all of me. He could take what he needed. I was his for tonight, if only it made things better.
He moved his mouth to my neck, and I tipped my head back to give him better access, his hands pushing my thighs open so he could step between them, putting his body closer to mine.
I shuffled forward, until I could feel the press of his hard cock through his trousers rub against my leggings, creating the most delicious friction on my pussy, despite the clothing.
He pulled back from me and grabbed my chin, locking eyes with me for a moment. I didn’t say a word, not wanting to do anything to break the spell.
With his eyes still on mine, he grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured a generous amount in his mouth, and then used his thumb to open my lips, pulling my chin down.
He leant forward and opened his mouth, trickling the whiskey from his to mine, and then kissed me deeply once more, suffocating my gasp as the burning liquid seeped down my throat.
“You’re fucking ravishing,” he told me, lifting his head and stroking his thumb over my chin. “But—”
And that was it. The spell was broken.
“I’m not doing this again tonight, Rachel. I want you. All of you. When you’ve made up your mind—”
“My mind is made up!” I interrupted.
“No,” he chuckled. “No, it's not. You’re horny. When you’ve decided that you want to be with me, let me know.
I promise you I’ll fuck you until we’re both sore and neither of us knows what day of the week it is.
Until then, I’m putting a stop to this. I’m not playing with your mind anymore than I already have. ”
He walked away from me then, snatching up the whiskey bottle as he did so, leaving me sat on the bar completely dumfounded.