Chapter 30 Dante
DANTE
She’s been quieter than usual.
I wish I could reach inside her mind and see her thoughts.
I watch her as she gets ready for Ivy Blackwood's party tonight. She's wearing a lilac dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. I’ve had her for hours this evening, but the beast inside me is starving again.
"You're giving me that look again, Dante," she says, applying lipstick before the mirror.
"What look?" I ask, enjoying the way she fidgets under my watchful gaze.
"The one that tells me you're seconds away from ripping this dress," she says. "Which I can't allow you to do. This is Vivienne Westwood."
"All I know is that it'll look better on the floor," I say.
"Dante, no," she says, lifting her finger like she's telling off a bad dog. "Don't even think about it."
I stalk toward her, noticing the way her nipples pebble under my gaze.
She's seated before the dressing table. I come to a stop behind her.
When our eyes lock in the mirror, time itself seems to slow down. I reach forward to wrap my hand around her bare throat.
"I have something for you," I say.
“I’ve already had it four times today,” she says. "I don't think I'm capable of taking any more."
"Is that a challenge, little bird?" I ask. "Because I don't need to use my cock to make you come."
Her pulse flutters underneath my fingertips. She loves it when I talk dirty to her.
I drag my hand down her chest to cup her breasts.
“I should warn you that I’m going to be a jealous man tonight,” I say. “I don’t like the idea of other men looking at you in this dress.”
“You can’t be serious.” She giggles, and that sound goes straight to my cock.
“Unfortunately, I’m dead serious.”
“You were the one who bought this dress for me,” she says.
I slide my hand inside the neckline, groaning when I feel the soft weight of her tits in my palm. This woman is such a hot little turn-on.
I lean down and press my lips against the shell of her ear.
“I didn’t think it would make your tits look so hypnotizing,” I say, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers.
“All I can think about now is having these big tits bouncing on top of me while I bury every inch of my cock inside you. And it drives me insane knowing that every other man is going to be thinking the same thing.”
There’s a playful glimmer in her eyes. She wants to push my limits, see how far I’ll go.
"I thought you said other men were allowed to look," she says innocently. "As long as you're the only man who got to touch."
"Doesn't mean that I'll like it," I grit out.
“Maybe I can do something to make you feel better about it," she says, standing and turning to face me. She holds my gaze as she falls to her knees.
Good God.
I brush my thumb over her lower lip as she unbuckles my belt and tugs down my pants. She sucks in a breath when she sees how hard and angry my cock is for her. She looks up at me as she starts to stroke it.
"What have I done to you, little bird?" I say. "I took an innocent girl and turned her into a horny little fiend.”
She sucks the swollen tip into her mouth while keeping those pretty eyes on me.
"I want you to mark me," she says, her eyes glowing with desire. "I want you on my skin."
“Tell me what you really want, little darling.”
“I want you to come on my tits.” She blinks up at me.
She’s flushed from head to toe, her skin rosy in the lamplight. Her plump mouth is stretched around my cock as she tries to take me deeper inside her.
"You're a vision, bella," I say. "You appear like a sweet princess to everyone else, but only the king knows what his little girl is really like behind closed doors. She's a dirty little slut for the king’s cock.”
I thrust deeper inside her, making her eyes water.
"This is what you were made for, princess," I say. "You were made to take my cock down your throat like a good girl."
Tears spill down her temples, but she's still so fucking eager to please.
"It's too big for you, but you try so hard to take all of it," I say. "You want to make Daddy proud, don't you? You'll do everything just so I can have a few stolen moments of this forbidden heaven."
I hold the back of her head and begin fucking her mouth.
"Show me where you want my come, princess," I say.
She hastily tugs down the front of her dress, showing me her pretty tits. I almost come undone at the sight of them.
"It's a miracle I resisted you for so long," I say, tugging on her hair. My shaft swells inside her mouth. "If I only knew how much you would enjoy being my little whore.”
Her lips are swollen from being wrapped around my cock. I love that heavy look in her eyes as she takes every inch I give her.
"I have your lipstick all over my cock," I say. "It's my turn to mark you now."
I pull out of her mouth and stroke myself as I look at my pretty wife. She holds her tits up like an offering. And when she sticks out her little tongue to accept my come, release strikes me like a bolt of lightning.
“Dear God,” I say, looking at how much she enjoys being covered in my come. There’s so much of it, and it’s all for her. “Now massage it over your tits, princess. I want to have my scent in your pores.”
She does everything I tell her to.
It's almost like this girl stepped right out of my wildest fantasies.
"Now stand," I say. "Tell me what I want to hear."
Her pupils are blown as she stands, moving her hands down the swell of her tits.
"Thank you, Daddy," she says.
"Lift your dress, princess," I say. "Let me see how wet you are."
She lifts the hem of her dress for me. And it's my turn to drop to my knees. I press my nose against her sweet mound and press a kiss against her soaked panties.
"I want you thinking about me all night, Grace," I say. "Keep this pussy wet for me. I'll be feasting on it after the party's over."
"Okay," she whispers.
I press a kiss over her pussy before standing. I’m beyond the point of obsession now. This woman is becoming a part of me. Her name is written over every cell in my body.
"I have a gift for you," I say, leading her toward the safe.
I punch in the safety deposit code and retrieve the black velvet case. I hand it to her.
“Whatever this is, it can’t top the bicycle,” she says, gingerly taking it from me.
Her smile freezes on her lips when she opens it.
"Dante, you have to be kidding me," she says, tracing her fingers over the multilayered diamond necklace. "I can't accept this."
I take the necklace from the case and hold it up. She turns slowly and gathers her hair in her hand. I place the necklace over her chest and secure the clasp.
"Gorgeous," I say, molding her breasts in my hands. She fills me so perfectly. "The next time I fuck you, I want you wearing nothing but these diamonds."
Her fingers brush over the diamonds. "I can't believe I’m wearing something this beautiful. When did you even purchase it?"
“The same day I met you," I tell her. "There was an art auction in Monaco. A whole room was filled with antique jewelry, and I placed an order for this one after I brought you home. You deserved something worthy of a princess."
"I...I don't know what to say," she says, glancing at our reflections in the mirror.
"Do you like it?" I ask.
"I love it," she says, turning to face me. She gets up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, Dante."
This girl.
She makes me want to place the whole world at her feet.
The party is in full swing by the time we arrive.
Grace starts to fidget when she sees the location. It’s a historical French chateau with security crawling everywhere. I remember that she doesn't like houses like these. They remind her too much of her childhood home.
"I'm sorry," she says, glancing over at me. "I don't think I can do it. I can’t come to the party.”
"How about we sit inside the car for a few minutes before you make a decision?” I ask.
"Really?" she says.
“We can listen to your favorite song if you like,” I say, pulling into the parking lot.
“Okay,” she says.
She starts gnawing on her bottom lip, nervously staring at all of the security like they're going to snatch her away and take her back to her mother.
I play one of the songs she had on repeat yesterday—"Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift.
She smiles at me and squeezes my hand. "Thank you."
She's sitting right next to me, but it's too far away. I lift her from her seat and adjust her so she’s sitting on my lap.
"Dante, people are outside," she says, even as she squeezes her thighs around me.
"I thought you liked that." I tug her even closer. God help me, I can't get enough of this woman. I bury my face in her hair.
She relaxes when I nuzzle her neck, melting into me like taffy.
"Listen to me," I say. "You're a strong woman, Grace. Even after all that you went through, you're sweeter than a cupcake. I know you think you're in danger every time you see a house like this, but believe me, you have nothing to fear. Not anymore."
Her favorite song swirls around us as she lets my words sink in. And finally, she nods.
"You'll hold my hand the whole time?" she asks.
And it’s in this moment that I know I'm hopelessly in love with this girl.
"Always," I promise her.
"Okay, let's go then,” she says. "We're already late."
She tries to get off me, but pauses when she feels my hard length lined up with her slit. She braces her hands on my shoulders as I grab her ass, pulling her cheeks apart just to wedge myself between them.
“I thought men had a limit for how many times they…you know…”
“A limit for what?” I tease.
“Well, this.” She rocks her hips over my cock, teasing me back.
“I get turned on just by looking into your eyes, sweetness,” I say, wrapping my hand around her throat. I’m so tempted to take her again, but I know I need to be patient. It’s only been a few hours since she lost her virginity.
But everything inside me is desperate for more contact.
"Give Daddy a kiss," I say.
She presses her soft lips to mine, leaving hints of caramel all over my tongue. Like always, she melts into me.