Chapter 33 Grace
GRACE
Truth by omission is still a lie.
I have reason to believe that Dante is lying to me.
Growing up, my mother had appointed all sorts of tutors for our education. My sisters and I had to choose to learn a second language. I picked Italian.
I withheld this information from Dante, but I'm nearly fluent in Italian. I can't speak like a native, but I know enough to understand everyday conversations.
And from what I understood last night, Dante was asked to find someone in exchange for the names.
I'm not sure how I feel about all of it. An innocent girl might get hurt because Dante wants the names of the people who killed his parents.
And there's the matter of Enzo.
I haven't seen him since the fashion show yesterday, but Dante said something very peculiar right before we met Don Savastano. He implied that the Don didn’t know about Enzo’s existence.
If Enzo isn’t a part of the mafia, then who is he?
All of it is very strange.
It makes me wonder if I’m being wise about all of this.
I decided to trust Dante because that was my instinct, but maybe I didn't think this through at all.
And the very thought of Dante not being the man I think he is makes it hard for me to breathe.
I watch him as he works now. This seed of doubt has been planted inside me, and it won’t budge.
We made love last night and again this morning. Everything in me still reaches for him.
He’s wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. The very sight of him makes my core clench with need.
He's on the phone with someone, talking business.
I walk toward him, loving the way his eyes grow hungry as he traces the silhouette of my body. I kneel between his spread thighs and press my cheek against his hard cock. He strokes my hair as he continues speaking into the phone.
I turn my head and open my mouth against the outline of his cock, blowing over it. His hand forms a fist in my hair, tugging on it roughly.
I slide my mouth up and down the length of his cock from over his sweatpants.
His eyes darken even more when I tug on the string of my halter-neck top. It falls open, revealing my breasts for him. He reaches for one, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. He repeats the motion with the other one.
I free his hard cock and wrap both of my hands around his length. I place my tongue near the base and lick a straight line all the way to his swollen head.
"I'll call you back in a few minutes," he says into the phone, hanging up. And then he gives me his full attention. "What do you think you're doing, little bird?"
I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth and release it with a pop. "I missed you."
"Now that you've had a taste of Daddy's cock, you just can't get enough, can you?" he says, threading his fingers through my hair and wrapping the length of it around his fist. "I have a horny little brat on my hands now."
He pushes himself even deeper into my mouth, taking me how he needs.
“What have I turned you into, princess?” he says. “You can’t go two hours without my attention, can you? I’ve turned you into my horny little fuck toy, so eager to take every drop of my come.”
He doesn’t let himself come inside my mouth, though. When he’s on the verge, he lifts me up and bends me over his work desk.
I have to rise on my tiptoes so he can take me. He wraps one of his hands around my throat and enters me with a rough thrust, impaling me on his angry cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel like I'm going to implode from the pressure.
"How am I supposed to get any work done when you walk around in these little nightgowns that are begging to be ripped?" he asks, leaning over me as he thrusts inside me again and again and again. "How am I supposed to resist this wet little pussy that’s asking to be bred by a man who knows what he’s doing?”
He’s going deeper than ever before, bottoming out inside me until I feel him hitting the walls of my cervix.
He presses his mouth against my ear.
"I've barely broken you in, but you love being Daddy’s little plaything, don't you?" he asks. "Giving me this sweet cunt every time I ask for it. Spreading these thighs for me every time I ask you to. Existing just to make me feel good. You're Daddy's dirty little secret, aren't you?"
He slaps my ass, groaning brokenly when he sees it bounce from the impact.
“So sweet. So succulent,” he praises, smacking my flesh until I get even wetter between my thighs. I squeeze my walls down around him, knowing that he likes it when I do that.
"Fuck, baby girl. Do you want me to work out all the stress from my day inside this tight little cunt?” he asks. “I’m going to have you walking around Paris with my come dripping out of your pussy. I’m going to keep you so thoroughly fucked that you'll feel me every time you sit down."
He pushes his hand between my thighs to stroke my clit.
"So wet for Daddy," he says. "Do you want to come all over my cock now, little bird?"
I nod eagerly. "Please, Daddy."
He strokes my clit harder while squeezing my throat with his other hand.
"Beg for it," he orders.
"Please," I whine. "I can't take it anymore. I need your come inside me."
He buries himself all the way to the hilt and starts fucking me with shallow thrusts of his hips. Release builds inside me like a volcano about to erupt. He fucks me hard and fast, making my breasts bounce wildly with the force of his thrusts.
"Get messy all over me, little bird," he says. "Show me just how much you love being mine."
I come screaming.
The pressure inside me is too much, and I feel it happening again. It's the same kind of release I had two nights ago when he fucked me with his fingers. It's only after I come that he turns me around.
His dark eyes are fixated on mine as he thrusts his cock back inside me.
"I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with my come," he says, grinding his cock inside me as he fills me with his warm seed. “I need to have your innocent eyes on me while I impregnate you.”
It's the sexiest thing. I love watching him lose himself inside me. I love the complete ownership in the way he grabs my hips to pull me closer.
I love being his.
He presses kisses to my neck after he empties inside me, praising me and telling me I’m a good girl. We’re skin to skin now. Our hearts beat as one.
I trail my fingers down his chest.
“Dante, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” He presses a kiss against my bare shoulder.
“I would like to see my sisters,” I tell him.
He stills and looks into my eyes.
“I’ll have it arranged,” he says.
"Thank you," I say, tugging him closer and placing a kiss on his lips. "And there's something else I want to ask you. I would like to walk around the city on my own."
He hesitates. I knew he wouldn’t like the idea of me going anywhere alone.
"Any reason you don't want me to come with you?" he asks.
"Because I know you have a lot on your plate already,” I say. “And also, this might sound a little silly, but I’ve always wanted to walk around a new city on my own.”
I leave the rest of it unsaid.
After the kind of childhood I had, I don’t like to feel caged. Every once in a while, I need my own space.
He stares at me for a moment. I can see the reluctance in his eyes. I also see the second he gives in.
“You can go under one condition," he says. "I want you to stay on the phone with me the entire time. And I want you to carry a weapon."
"I'm not good with guns," I say. "I'd probably accidentally shoot myself."
"Pepper spray in your bag. A knife strapped to your body. And a personal alarm device. And before you object, I want you to know that these are nonnegotiable."
"I wasn't going to object," I whisper, combing my fingers through his hair. "I think it's sweet."
"I'm glad you think so, because it's taking everything in me not to send a personal entourage with you everywhere you go," he says.
"Do you know where my sisters are?" I ask. Max said that they were in Paris, but I don’t know where they’re staying.
"The Ritz," he says. "It's about a fifteen-minute walk from here. I can drop you off at the hotel if you like.”
“I would like to walk there,” I tell him.
He doesn’t love the idea of me going anywhere alone, but he also understands why I need it. I like that I don't have to explain myself to this man. He just gets it.
He takes a deep breath. There's so much conflict in his eyes.
"Okay," he says.
With that single word, it feels like my chest has been ripped open to let light in. The fullness inside my heart is excruciating. Because for the first time since I met Dante, he's no longer treating me like his captive.
"It's going to drive me crazy knowing that you're so far away," he says.
"I'll be on the phone with you the whole time," I tell him. "You have nothing to worry about."
He cups my jaw in his hand and presses a kiss over my lips, making my heart skip a beat.
"Take care, little bird," he says.
He gives me enough weapons to rob a bank, then sends me on my way.
I feel like I’m levitating as I walk through the streets of Paris. This is something I always wanted. Freedom. I never thought I would be able to have it with another person. I always thought I would have to be on my own to be truly free.
But I adore Dante.
He gives me wings.
I stop at a bakery to pick up some macarons for my sisters and a coffee for me. The morning air feels like the beginning of something new. I take small sips of coffee as I walk toward the hotel.
A heavy breathing accompanies me as I walk. Dante’s monitoring my every step.
"I can hear you breathing in my ear, Dante," I say into the earbud.
"It's taking everything in me not to storm outside, drag you back to our room, and chain you to my bed,” he replies.
There's a flutter deep inside my core. It's only been minutes since I've seen him, but I miss him already. I knew I was on dangerous territory with Dante, but I didn't realize just how bad I had it.
"Um, thank you for not listening to that voice in your head," I say.
"I'm capable of being a gentleman," he says. "For a few hours."