18. Dante
18
DANTE
I laria had been gone for over twenty four hours. And I had felt every single minute she had been gone like a bad taste in my mouth.
Not a text of where she was, nothing letting me know she was safe, or even an answer from her to let me know she was alive.
After she had answered and told me to leave her alone there had been radio silence from her
And I hated that.
It was close to five in the morning now. I had stayed late at Inferno until 3:30AM, trying to prolong coming back to an empty place.
Ilaria’s stuff was all put away, thanks to my inability to sleep and need to do something.
I had made room in the closet, filling it with her sweet smelling things. Rearranging the bathroom so that all her body washes, shampoos, and potions were in the shower.
A vanity set up for her makeup was organized and her jewels all put away in a locked case.
Even her shoe collection had been organized by color.
I was making space for her, preparing the penthouse for her to walk into and feel at home here. Showing her with my actions that she was what I wanted. This was going to be our home and I had put all the pieces together.
Even her damn car was now given a parking space in the building so she didn’t have to use one of the garages, which I would now have to use.
But Ilaria’s safety and comfort came first.
My phone pinged, causing me to turn as I saw her photo app handle ‘AlwaysIlaria’ pop up on the screen saying there was a new story alert.
My phone was in my hand when a second alert came in.
And a third.
She had posted on social media before texting me back.
That was a slap in the face.
Pulling the app open and I blinked, shocked to see her friends had also started posting about their trip now. This had all been coordinated to keep me away.
Well played, ladies.
My finger touched the story and I saw her, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail, a green dress hugging her body in a sinfully good looking way. Her hand was wrapped around a glass of champagne and she…She wasn’t wearing her engagement ring.
Red .
All I could see was red.
Ilaria knew better.
Taking off her ring after we had an event where we went out as a couple, after each of us has posted about it, after the paper had run a whole spread about it, and after everything was a slap in the face.
The next picture was her and her friends, all posing by a pool. There was a beach in the background, somewhere tropical from the looks of it. All the girls looked so happy to be together that it made me jealous of their friendship. Jealous that they got this side of her that I wouldn’t ever get.
The third picture made me want to smash my phone.
Ilaria had a white bath towel wrapped around her hair, sitting in a bubble bath as she laughed, drinking with a glass of what looked like champagne in her hands.
You couldn’t see anything but she was naked in there, I knew she was naked. Everyone would know that she was naked in the-
I froze, pulling the picture closer and blinking as I saw a poker chip on the counter of the bathroom.
Old City Casino San Juan.
Found you, princess.
I screenshot the picture, debating on calling my tech guy and having him wipe it from the internet but as soon as I saw it she would know that I had seen it and that it bothered me.
No, I wanted Ilaria to feel safe. For her to not know that I was coming for her.
But I texted to see if I could fly out today, annoyed when I was told I would have to wait until almost 9am for a pilot to be available.
I could sleep for a couple hours before heading to the airport and taking the flight down to Puerto Rico to be with her.
I felt dumb; I had known about her fathers house there, he had mentioned it in passing at brunch when Ilaria was in the restroom. Saying it was a good getaway place and we were welcome to it anytime.
Of course Ilaria knew of it and was using it anytime, like she probably always had.
She had said she would be back Wednesday so that meant I needed to pack for a few days so that I could enjoy my time with her.
Though I should drag her back to Boston I knew she was probably still mad at me over Gabriella.
Part of me wanted to think Ilaria lost her right to be mad when she ran away without talking to me about it but her running had been a preservation of her emotions and I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t ever be her true self with me. Though running wasn’t something I agreed with if she needed to run she knew now she could.
But I would chase her.
Every. Single. Time.
Packing a bag I laid down in the bed setting an alarm on my phone. I’d sleep on the plane ride down too so I would be ready for her.
When I woke up I’d be with her.
Eight hours later I was landing in Puerto Rico, the address to her fathers house given to the driver as he moved through the mansions.
Her father had told me the code for the home and the safe he kept here. He told me there was a gun too in case I needed it for protection. I appreciated his concern for safety and planned on checking to make sure the girls had left it there as soon as I arrived.
Part of me was excited to see Ilaria but more than anything I was furious.
Not only is it the bubble bath picture, which was not okay to post, but it was the lack of her ring on her finger.
That had been a real slap in the face for me.
She had taken off her promise to me and that didn’t sit right.
The house was quiet.
For it being almost 1pm I had expected the girls to be more active but as I crept inside I found them all sleeping. Probably from the partying they had been doing
The only bed that had been slept in and was missing someone was of course Ilaria’s.
She couldn’t just make things easy.
Moving from the bedroom to the library I kept my eyes out for her. I wanted to check on the gun first to make sure she was safe and hadn’t taken a weapon to get into more trouble than she was already.
And inside the safe I found the wedding ring I had given her.
At least it was somewhere safe.
I slipped outside onto the deck of the vacation house dressed in the black swim shorts I had changed into on the plane. I had gotten worried Ilaria would be drunk in the ocean, planning a full rescue where she would forgive me about everything once I saved her.
A man could hope.
It was an expansive beach front property. A large area to one side where there was a grill and area to eat with some chairs and a fire pit set up. In front of me was the beach view and to the left was an infinity pool. It was the type of place that I imagined was hard to leave once you arrived.
Stepping forward I breathed in the salt air, eyes scanning as I paused noticing the beach wasn’t empty like I had believed.
Ilaria .
Laying face down on a chair, no umbrella and her bikini mostly untied was my fiancée.
My heart rate skyrocketed, mouth going dry as I stood there, watching her and wondering if she was awake or if she was taking an afternoon nap in the warm sun.
I needed to get closer to take a look.
Ilaria didn’t move as I got closer, didn’t hear me over the crashing of the waves on sand. She didn’t move as I stood over her and I noticed she had headphones in. She was completely in her own world.
I sat on her thighs, laying my body over hers as I felt her tensing underneath me, like she sensed the trouble that she was in. My fingers tugged out her earbuds as I pressed my lips to the hollow of her ear.
“Miss me princess?”
She made the best sound, this gasp of surprise, so shocked that I was there. My cock jumped to life at the sound and I knew I had to reel myself in.
Her bare ass pushed up as if she was trying to push off me but I was sliding my cock against the crack, losing the last shred of sanity and the relief of finding her washed over me.
“Fuck off.”
Her words were harsh and I found myself stilling as I pushed up, watching her roll over, her bikini not coming with her as Ilaria glared up at me with a look of such vigilant disgust I blinked in response, unsure of what I was seeing.
She had been jealous of Gabriella. That had been clear but worse than her jealousy had been the hurt of her reaction. She had felt betrayed by me.
I grabbed her left hand, sliding the ring back on as she glared at it like she had made a terrible decision. As if I was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.
“Gabriella is my mothers god daughter. She pinned me in a corner-“
“So you hold her hip and give her fuck me eyes? Get fucking real, Dante.” The sneer of her words were softened by the tears in the corner of her eyes.
At least she cared enough to get hurt.
“Do you have to interrupt me every time I talk?” The habit was getting out of hand and I needed to put a stop to it, “Just listen, Ilaria. Please, listen to me.”
She closed her mouth, breathing out heavy as she gave a short nod that she was listening. But in her eyes the rage was there.
“I held her by the hip to keep our distance because Gabriella would have tried to grind up on me. She knew you were watching and wanted to make you jealous. And you know how important it is to not make a scene in public. I couldn’t glare at her and tell her to get lost.” I watched the way she listened to me and then suddenly stopped her glaring.
My eyes were trained to her lips, watching the way she slid her tongue over them, making me ache to kiss her.
If I wasn’t convinced she’d punch me in the face I would steal a kiss.
She was thinking, figuring out what to say to me and as long as I was pressed against her, breathing in the taste of her skin I’d give her all the time in the world.
“She’s not coming to our wedding. I don’t care who she is, Dante, she is not coming.” The jealous demand came out rushed. As if I would deny her this.
My lips twitched in a smile as I cupped the side of her head, leaning in closer to Ilaria as I went.
God I had missed her.
The way she tried to give me an angry pout just made her that much more attractive. But she didn’t pull away. I don’t think Ilaria even realized how she turned her head just enough to cuddle into my hand like the little kitten she was.
“She’s not going to our wedding, principessa . I’ll call my mother about it as soon as we’re back in the house. I’m sorry I upset you. Are you still mad or can I kiss you now?” I dared to ask her.
Part of me was afraid she would say no and I’d have to steal the kiss from her.
Her cheeks turned pink before she nodded, bending her head back as if to give me permission to kiss her. As if I wasn’t just thinking about how I was going to just take her.
My hand slid deeper into her curls, the soft cry from being too rough making Ilaria’s lips part right before I pressed my lips to hers.
So this was heaven.
The way her champagne bubbles mixed with the salt of the ocean I was getting salty and sweet.
I was being rougher with her, realizing I was losing my control and going half crazy as her naked body moved against mine. One of Ilaria’s thighs wrapped around me as she slid her arms around my neck, her breasts against my bare chest as she made a soft panting whine sound, my tongue moved to silence.
Slipping inside her mouth with my tongue, my cock stiff in the thin material of my swimsuit rocking against her as the vibrations of her moan slid over my mouth, being swallowed and making my body tremble with need for her.
This was it.
My weakness.
My addiction.
My Ilaria.
Pushing up on my knees, Ilaria follows me as she fists my hair, forcing me to stand up with her naked body wrapped around me.
“Ilaria.”
I say her name like a prayer, hoping she has the strength to stop us from going too far but her eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree, all lust and need there.
For me.
It was up to me to be the one in the situation to stop us from pushing it but Ilaria undoes the few buttons left on the short sleeve button down I was wearing. Her fingers slipped over my shoulders, pushing down my biceps. Her eyes are taking me in, letting her fingers trace over my tattoos as she catches her lip between her teeth.
She can do whatever she wants to me.
“I’m sorry I overreacted about it, Dante. Are you mad?” Her voice is soft, almost unsure as she asks me the questions.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
The way her blue eyes look up at me, the way she thinks she needs to apologize to me when it was me being a dick.
My sweet Ilaria.
“Don’t ever apologize to me, principessa. It was my fault.” I’m kissing the corner of her lips as my hands slide down, cupping her ass as I stand up.
I wonder if I was ever mad. If I was the anger has vanished. Not even a memory now.
“Just tell me where you go, baby. Don’t leave me wondering if you’re okay.” Her hands reach out pulling my face from her throat as she looks at me with those eyes that could start wars.
Her lips pin mine to hers as I step into the ocean, wishing the water would hide her naked body and my erection she’s writhing against.
Such a desperate, needy princess. And that’s all for me.
The way her hips push up and down as she uses the ridge of my cock like a pleasure toy. The wetness of her pussy, soaking the fabric as she makes sounds that are driving me crazy.
“Ilaria.”
It’s a warning. She knows what she’s doing even if she doesn’t know all the details of it. Her lips pull away from mine, swollen and kissed thoroughly.
She’s a fantasy with hooded, lusty eyes and those lips begging to have my cock between them. I think of her on her knees, licking my tip eyes begging for more.
Ilaria pulls me from my fantasy to her own.
“I wish you could fuck me in the sand right now. I never knew what it meant to be empty but that’s how I feel right now. Like you’re missing, right here.” She rolls her hips against my erection as she says this, trying to show me where she wants me.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Bending down I place her in the water, right where the sand and the ocean meet. On my knees in front of her I let the waves break against my back as I press my cock into her core, rocking my hips as I watch the way waves crash in her eyes.
I haven’t dry humped a girl since high school and yet here I am, chasing an orgasm with so much need.
“That filthy mouth of yours, Ilaria. It’s going to be the death of me before I even get to taste the juicy pussy of yours, princess.”
Her eyes widen and I love knowing no one has talked to her like this. No one’s rocked their cock against her sweet core, felt the way her pussy gets so wet from the feeling.
I keep my shorts on as I cup her face, the way that her eyes are on me as she moans, one of her hands reaching for me as she steals a kiss against my lips. I’ll only give her one more because I need to see her face when she comes.
“Have you ever touched yourself, principessa? Rubbed yourself here?” I reach down, stroking her clit lazily as she looks at me with such frantic desperation.
Her knees are fluttering like butterfly wings at my side, her mouth gaping as she forms the letters of my name but no sound comes out. Bliss written across her beautiful face.
“I can feel your sweet pussy against my cock. Just touching you and my fingers are soaked.” I swipe between us.
She’s so close to breaking apart, watching me as I pull my fingers up, sliding my body so the head of my cock is tapping at her bundle of nerves. I slip my fingers, glistening with her juices into my mouth and suck the taste of her off them.
Oh, Jesus.
It’s even better than I expected. The way she assaults me, making my skin shiver with need. My cock is already leaking and I’m half aware of the way there is a faint buzzing in my mind as reality fades away and I’m left with Ilaria.
The taste of her core on my tongue, salty and delicious. My new favorite taste.
“P-p-pleaseee.”
The words strangled and frantic. Ilaria’s not quite sure what she’s asking for and what she wants. The ocean is teasing her as the waves wash up her stomach so close to where her tits are tight and desperate for me to play with.
“Please, what, princess?”
My hand slips from the sand, pushing my weight to the right side as I slip it over her stomach, cupping her breast in my hand as I continue rocking against her.
Her nipples are hard, tiny little bundles of deep pink. Just a slight glide of my hand over them makes Ilaria moan out an ‘Oh Fuck’ that filthy mouth of hers begging for me as she arches for my touch, knowing only I can get her to the ecstasy she craves.
She’s empty, waiting for me.
And thinking of her words has me driving myself faster bucking against her slippery pussy, wishing my mouth was whispering how she makes me feel into the folds as I lap up her desire like a dessert. Savoring the sweetness.
I’m lost in her.
As soon as my fingers wrap around a nipple she looks at me, so wide eyed and wild and I know she’s about to break apart.
“ Dante .”
She sounds scared as I wrap her in my arms, pushing her so she’s riding out her orgasm on my lap. Tears are in the corner of her eyes and she’s watching me as I’m desperately rubbing my cock through her folds wanting to be there with her at the precipice of her passion.
And then it happens.
Her arms throw themselves around me and she’s holding on as she lets out my name in a moan that’s so free I know I’m going to cum.
Her lips find mine as she mumbles against them, my hips gliding up and down as I feel myself release. Hot strings of cum soaking through the shorts as she pulls away, eyes that sort of wide like she’s surprised that all of this friction had me coming too.
“I can feel you.”
And those four words spoken with such sweet innocence have me wanting to bury myself inside of her sweet pussy. Because if Ilaria thinks she has felt anything she’s going to break apart on our wedding night.
“My sweet principessa.”
I’m kissing her throat as I pick us up, setting her on her own two feet as she stands naked in front of me, like Aphrodite risen from the sea.
My goddess. My queen. My Ilaria.
“10/10.”
“Go Ilaria!”
“Get it girl.”
“Would watch you fuck again!”
Her head turns and my eyes follow as four girls applaud from the deck and I think that Ilaria is going to blush and act embarrassed by the fact her friends just watched us hump each other to orgasm on the beach.
I can feel myself reaching for her growing protective but instead of letting me reach for her and wrap her in the safety of my arms she steps forward, completely naked. Ilaria bends down and bows to them, blowing kisses as she straightens up and waves.
The girls holler at this all laughing as they cheer her on. Ilaria steps forward, a smile on her face as she starts towards where her bathing suit is. Instead of sliding it in she grabs my shirt, looking over her shoulder at me.
“I’ve only had one cup of coffee today. If you hurry up I’ll take you out for my second.”
And she holds out her hand for me, waiting for me to make my way up to her. The simple action makes me lose my mind and I’m scooping her up, kissing her cheeks as I make my way up the beach with her in my arms.
I’m well aware at this point that I’m falling in love with my fiancé and there is nothing that can stop it.