28. Dante
28
DANTE
I blink as Ilaira turns around, trying to make sense of what she just said to me. Putting together the puzzle of her words as my heart thundered in my chest and then it all snapped in place.
One of my strengths is being able to control myself but what Ilaria has just said to me took away any control that I had as I let the red wash over me and blind me as destruction took over and my emotions came out as violence.
Francesco was a dead man.
Not only was I going to cut off his balls but I was going to filet his cock and feed it to him, cut it piece by piece and make him choke on himself, keeping him alive until he consumed the only thing he loved.
How dare he speak to Ilaria like that?
How dare he take a moment when I needed him to be good but he turned himself into a villain.
There was no way he actually had sex with Ilaria.
There was no way that she would give herself to him but he was a fool. The type of fool that wold touch her just to laugh at me like it was a joke.
Turning to the bathroom door my rage amplifies as the knob turns out to be locked.
Locked out in my own house.
My foot comes up, kicking twice before the door splinters and opens, my shoulder pressing into it as I find Ilaria in a bathtub looking at me like I’ve done something to annoy her.
“Calm down on the steroids, Kool Aid man.”
Looking at her, all those curls piled up on her head, just her shoulder showing with bubbles nearly spilling over onto the marble floor. She looks like an angel despite acting like a devil.
I want to calm down.
I don’t want Ilaria to see me when I’m this angry.
I’m aware that I’ve lost control and need to figure out a way for her to not see the destruction of our bedroom. Despite her being the one to push me and try to get me to lose my cool I’m still the one in control of my reactions. And I’m aware that my reaction might scare her if she sees it.
But Ilaria doesn’t have the same self preservation as I do.
It’s like she’s back in my office, pushing her throat deeper into my hand all over again, challenging me to do my worst and not caring if she is the one at the wrong end of it.
“You caught me mid-fantasy about your cousin. Do you want to watch me touch myself thinking of him? Do you want to hear the way his name sounds on my lips when I come in your bath?”
Santa Maria.
She brought this on herself.
Ilaria’s throats in my hand as I pick her up from the bath, watching the way her eyes widen in shock. Her hands grab at my arm as she is pulled up, all her weight in my palm as she kicks at me, unable to breathe as she drips all over the floor.
All those bubbles covering her skin dripping off and revealing my pretty fiancée.
The way her lips try sucking in air without any luck, eyes wide as if she realizes too late that she has pushed me too far.
I should squeeze her, scare her into obedience because, for once, she seems to realize that mouth of her is trouble.
Instead, realization of how much of a brute I’m being hits me and my hands open as Ilaria falls, splashing the water over the edge of the tub as she gasps for air, looking at me with her eyes wide in anger from what I’ve done.
“Ilaria, I-”
“You are a son of a bitch!” she flails her arms at me, splashing me as I look at her thinking about how I had lost control.
How could I have been foolish enough to lose control?
“Did Francesco touch you?” It comes out instead of are you okay like I should have said and I’m aware of how bad it sounds.
But Ilaria leans back, her naked body slipping under the water, her body vanishing under the bubbles once again. She’s furious at me but she is more in control than I am.
I’m a wild beast and she’s the zoo keeper.
She’s back to playing games
“After you try to kill me because you are a brute who had a temper tantrum you want me to tell you about how Francesco touched me? Feels real safe, Demon.”
“I’m just going to kill him.”
I turn storming from the room, moving into my dresser so she can see me pull out a gun. Let her think about what she is doing, what she is getting him into with what she is saying.
I want Ilaria to feel guilty enough to apologize but she doesn’t.
“Don’t hurt his face. I won’t have a place to sit.”
My hands slam down on the dresser giving her exactly the reaction that she wanted from the smug look that she is wearing. And because of who Ilaria is and the power she wields she stands from the tub, stretching up like a cat waking from a nap. All leisure and slow pleasure oozing from her.
She’s all wet skin and temptation.
My handprint around her throat which she uses a hand to touch before running it up over her neck, as if she’s remembering the feeling of my fingers on her skin. She doesn’t look so worried about the fact I held her up by her neck as she pulled her hair free letting her curls roll over her shoulders.
And her eyes are on me.
“Princess.”
It’s a warning because I still want to ring her neck but she’s making my cock jump with the way she’s standing, holding out a hand as if asking me to come to her.
And like a golden retriever I respond to the ‘here boy’ command. I’m offering her a hand, helping her out of the tub a I wrap her up in a towel. My eyes are on her as she looks at me like she knows she is giving in to something she had been fighting against.
“Princess.”
“Principessa. I’m your principessa, Dante.”
Ilaria is looking at me with so much emotion in her eyes and I know that we can fight all night but I don’t want that.
I want her.
“Principessa.” It earns me a smile, a rare bright smile that hits me right in the gut, “The only face you’ll be sitting on is mine.”
Her eyebrow arches up, a challenge as I bend down, picking her up, loving that Ilaria just goes with it, wrapping her legs around me as I carry her past the destroyed bedroom that I’d need to hire someone to clean because there’s bits of shattered glass everywhere. I can’t risk her getting hurt because of me.
I should punish Ilaria for her smart mouth and dumb games but I sit her on the countertop in the kitchen, standing between her thighs as she reaches out, stroking the shadow of a beard with a smirk on her face. She likes when I don’t shave, just enough scruff that it rubs her skin raw.
Ilaria likes everything a bit rough.
“I want you on your knees asking me for forgiveness.”
Mother of God.
The way she grabs my chin, looking at me like she is in charge, all confidence and desire. Desire for me.
I don’t have to ask her as I kneel down, my eyes looking at her. One of her hands sliding back to support herself, the other slipping in my hair, finding a curl to wrap her finger around as my lips kiss the inside of her thigh.
Such a soft whisper of a sigh escapes the lips she had told me to kneel for her with.
“I shouldn’t have left you, Principessa. I shouldn’t have let you leave the club. I shouldn’t have let you spend a night outside of my bed.”
I’m kissing up her skin as her legs tremble, soft gooseflesh bubbling up under each kiss until I’m kneeled in front of her core, looking up at her as I see the uncertainty in her eyes.
I could stop all of this right now but I don’t want to. Don’t think I have enough strength to turn away from her.
Ilaria was right.
I am a brute. A jealous brute who needed to taste her and have her coming on my tongue so that I could feel more secure.
“I needed you.”
“I’m here now, principessa. I’m here to take care of all your needs now.”
My chin drags up her thighs watching the way she shivers. Ilaria is confident in her pleasure, and takes what she can without flinching away.
My lips kiss my thighs, rubbing my nose up along her leg until I’m kissing the puffy lips of her pussy as her breath catches and she makes this whimper that has a direct line to my cock.
Reaching down, adjusting myself as my tongue slips between her slit, meeting the wet heat of her body.
Christ .
She tastes like the champagne bubbles of her scent: sweet and rich.
Intoxicating.
I want to get drunk off her.
Pushing her thighs open further, I wrap my arms around them tugging her closer as she gasps out, more balanced on my face than she is on the countertop.
“Dante.”
She says my name so softly, I look up to check on her. Seeing my Ilaria, the woman I am going to marry in just over a week, and this possessive need to make her cum pulls me.
I’m suddenly over aware that I’m the first person to be tasting her sweet liquor. The first person getting drunk off this pretty pussy of hers. And my cock aches in that possessive need to claim all over.
My tongue pushes through her folds, lips finding her swollen nub. Sliding my tongue around it. Feeling her shiver from the impact. Ilaria makes a sound that has me groaning out, ready to explode at her loud display of pleasure.
So wet against my lips, Ilaria’s cum is making a mess of me as she rolls her hips, dropping her full weight off the counter and on my face. My hands gripping her ass as she tugs at my hair. She is always so in control until she’s in pleasure. That’s when she gives herself to me fully. This is where she gives me the control I crave.
I pray every prayer I know that I don’t cum in my pants again.
“Dante. Dante. Fuck Dante.”
One of her hands slides from my hair, around her back to grip my hand as she squeezes it, holding me and wanting more contact with me.
I am a goner.
I never knew how badly I craved Ilaria’s love until this moment. How desperate I was to have her seek me out until now.
Just having her want to hold my hand as I devour her pussy makes my heart race.
Maybe she will fall in love with me like I have with her.
Slipping my tongue off her abused clit makes her whimper. Then that gasp as the top of my tongue slips over her folds, following down to her sweet tight hole.
I licked her opening, teasing so gently as she trembled against me. Her body shaking, all wound out and ready to cum
Rubbing my nose against her swollen nub as I tease her opening with my tongue makes Ilaria gasp, a curse on her lips gets swallowed before she pulls my hair, tugging me so she can look at me.
“ Dante .”
Just my name as my principessa sits on her throne, one of her hands in mine as she squeezes it. Unspoken understanding between us.
She’s here with me. She’s mine. All mine.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You better not be done with me yet.” Her finger swipes at my lips, rubbing her thumb against the wetness she created and pressing it into her mouth as she sucks it off, “Fuck. Aren’t you lucky to get to taste me?”
Her confidence is so sexy that I can’t just keep her in the kitchen anymore.
I’m moving to the couch, tossing her down watching as her breasts bounce before I’m covering her with my body and kissing her so she can taste the sweetness on my lips.
Ilaria kisses me back, no longer upset but pushing at my clothes until I’m in nothing but my boxer briefs, the wet stains from where my precum leaking out catching her attention as her hand wraps around my length through the material, her thumb in the sticky wet spot of my cum.
Her fingers are in the waistband and she doesn’t ask permission before she pulls the briefs down and grips me with her soft hand.
A hum of appreciation escapes her lips and her thumb rubs along where precum leaked out, a clear trail down the thick head of my cock, following a veiny trail. Ilaria catches the river that’s come out and brings it to her lips, tasting me for the first time.
Our eyes lock as she lets her lips push out, before she lays the base of her palm on her chin and licks at her thumb, teasing me with each wet stroke as my cock jumps between us, missing the touch of her.
“That wasn’t enough. I need to taste more of you. Please.” Her sweet little ask makes me groan.
She has her hands reaching for my cock and I want her lips wrapped around me but I haven’t made her cum yet. And I need her coming for me.
Moving down the couch I push her legs up, my lips kissing over her stomach, touching her body as she sighs out under me.
In a few days she will be in a bikini and the thought of her with so much skin out strokes that possessive demon in my stomach. But Ilaria likes him, I’m her demon.
My teeth bite into her skin of her stomach, sucking it as she whimpers out at the pain before I release it. Watching the hickey start to form as I smirk, shifting my mouth half over it, repeating the same motion until a heart shaped bruise is showing up on the left of her belly button.
Let that show when she is in Vegas in her little bathing suit.
Ilaria’s hand traces it, a smirk on her face like she likes being mine. Like she likes being marked by me. As if she knows when she wears her bikinis hints of me will be there warding off anyone who thinks they have a chance.
My mouth trails lower back to the wetness between her legs. Smirking as Ilaria opens her thighs wider, pushing up against me as she begs silently for more. I’ll give her everything that she wants tonight.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you, principessa. Tasting you is just a tease for what’s to come.”
“I want you, Dante. I miss you and I haven’t even had you yet.”
My tongue slips over her, tasting her as she grabs my hair holding me to her. She won’t let me up until she’s coming and I won’t stop until the sound of my name is being chanted like a prayer from her pouty lips.
Ilaria is so close already, her legs butterflying before her thighs push against me like earmuffs and I listen to her curse.
“ FUCK . DANTE. DANTE. DANTE. FUCK .”
I had only stroked her clit a few times, my nose tapping at her clit as I lap greedily at her opening, feeling the muscles that are clenching teasing me.
My cock wants to be inside of her.
It’s aching for Ilaria.
Her legs are limp as they push off me, her eyes hooded as I watch the rise and fall of her chest. The soft content smile that is on her face as she looks at me, all pleasure and good mood now.
“Apology accepted.”
At least I know how to get her in a good mood. Just eat that pretty little pussy of hers.
She reaches for me, bringing me down on her as she kisses me, not minding that my mouth tastes like her.
A groan leaves my lips as her hand wraps around me. Her soft breath against my face, eyes glancing down as she watches like she wants me to tell her she can touch me.
But Ilaria already owns me.
Every part of me is really hers, I’m just a body but she is in charge of what happens to me. I’m at her mercy.
“Like this?”
Two words shouldn’t have been so hot but I buck up against her hands, feeling her squeeze as I wrap my hand over hers. I move us both, pumping my length up and down and showing her how I like to be touched.
Ilaria is a great student.
She takes jerking me off very seriously and I have to kiss her lips to keep myself from smiling like a lunatic as she pumps me with pure determination in her eyes.
She feels too good.
My fiancée consumes too much of me and like an over enthusiastic teenager I come over her hand.
A sticky mess as I grunt up, watching her mouth open as she pulls her hand away. My eyes widening as she brings it to her lips and licks my cum off her.
A soft moan slips through her lips as she cleans her hand with that hungry pink tongue lapping at my cum, turning her wrist so she doesn’t waste a drop.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“Kiss me. I want to taste us together.”
Ilaria’s already pulling me to her lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth as the salt of me mixes with the sweet of her.
Tangy and exotic.
I’m melting into her as we both lay together, naked and relaxed in each other’s arms.
Rolling over I drag her up onto my chest, a single soft kiss to her lips as she lays on me, letting me pull a blanket over us as I think about how I need to get the apartment fixed.
Glad Ilaria made small changes like the pillows on the couch and the blanket that is now covering us.
It’s so normal.
My arm around her, tracing patterns on the bare skin of her back as Ilaria presses her ear to my heart. Her head tucked under my chin as we just breathe each other in. Neither of us break this moment by talking.
It’s so late that it becomes early.
The darkness of the living room brightens as I look up to the sun rising and Ilaria’s head rises as she sees it.
“Want me to get you something to wear?”
She shakes her head as she stands up, making me miss her warmth as she reaches for a hoodie that’s slung over my gym bag. Tugging it on and making me groan at how good my clothes look on her.
Maybe Ilaria is the sun because everything in my life now revolves around her.
She’s moving to the balcony, stopping to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen as she goes. Leaving the door open behind her because she expects me to follow her.
Which of course I do after pulling on my gym shorts.
My arms are around her, both of us quiet again as we watch the way the sun births from the ocean. A whole city around us and yet we’re both focused on the start of a new day.
There’s hope in the sunrise. Like watching it is magic and can somehow transform everything, fix it.
I feel bold and safe.
Nothing can touch us in the moment and the only thing I can do is be better for us both.
“Ilaria, let’s make today a new start. Me and you. No friends or business. We can just have each other.”
She’s quiet as if she’s thinking about it and I hate that she has to think about something that I already know the answer to. Both of us are aware of how much doing nothing but being together can cause chaos in each of our lives.
“One condition. We text every one now and then our phones go on ‘Do Not Disturb’. Only time we can look at a phone is for pictures and buying something for the day.”
“Deal.”
And she lets me kiss her as we start a new day.
No thought of the Cartel shooting up our party.
No thought of Becca being involved somehow.
No thought of Francesco trying to fuck and marry my wife.
All I think about is Ilaria in my arms and how this is the most right I’ve felt in a long time.