22. Nina
22
NINA
Nina
I froze, breathing as hard as I could as Dante stood there. His cock was in me, deep and filling me with that glorious yet trying stretch. With his fingers in my mouth, I was silenced. I could’ve pushed them out, but I didn’t want to protest and risk making a single sound.
His gaze remained on me, daring me to be quiet and still as the men stood right behind him. They stopped in the hallway, and save for a curtain that swayed in the wind, they were oblivious to where we were and what we were doing.
I wasn’t doing a damn thing. I was too scared, trapped on Dante’s erection and muted with his fingers.
I was drunk, but I wasn’t so wasted that I couldn’t keep up with the change of events. Sobering quickly to the very real and present danger of being caught with my dress shoved up and my breasts hanging out, I was too nervous to even breathe loudly.
“Are you sure?” the man with the Brooklyn accent asked.
“Yeah, yeah.” His partner had a deeper, yet whinier voice. “I know they came up here.”
“Romeo’s still downstairs,” Brooklyn said.
Romeo? Why’d they mention his name?
“And Franco, too,” the second man said. “But I swear to God Dante ran up here.”
Dante narrowed his eyes, watching me as he listened. His fingers slipped out of my mouth slowly, and with the exit, he pushed my tongue down until he released me completely. I licked my lips, beholden to staring right back up at him.
“Was the woman with him?” Brooklyn asked. “She’s been glued to his side all night. I guess it makes sense that she’d go wherever he went.”
I gaped at Dante, stunned and terrified that they were talking about us. That they were talking about me . I didn’t belong here. I was the odd woman out. I was the stranger amongst the Mafia regulars who were all familiar with each other. I didn’t fit in, and I didn’t understand why or how they’d target me.
Because I was seen with Dante? But it’s all supposed to be a damn act!
Dante tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he watched me basically freak out.
“Yeah, that bitch ran up here with him,” the second man replied.
I nearly gasped out loud, frightened with this confirmation of men seeking me out. Pressing my hand to my mouth, I muffled any sound. The last thing I wanted to do was give away our location. But as I lay there, stuck on Dante’s dick, I was enveloped in complete terror. Tears burned in my eyes as I considered the threat creeping up on me. All I wanted to do was survive, and I’d done so by getting away from Ricky and the bikers who wanted to take me to Reaper. Now, I felt like I was back to square one, facing more danger, just for being near Dante.
I couldn’t win, and the crushing, overwhelming defeat stung.
Dante shook his head, sensing that I was close to crying, sniffling, or making a noise. Keeping one hand on my hip, he dragged his thick length out of me.
I locked down on the sensations, confused and shocked that he’d… that he’d keep going! Those men were mere feet away, talking about chasing after us, and it couldn’t be for any peaceful or amicable reasons. And he wanted to continue fucking me?
I widened my eyes at him, trying to convey that he shouldn’t.
He lifted his finger to his closed lips in the universal gesture to be silent. Then he lowered his hand to my other hip. As his fingers dug into my skin, he slowly and steadily thrust back into me.
It was too much. He was so thick, so long, and with an extra shove upward, he gave my clit friction that drove me insane. I swallowed down a moan of pleasure, stuck on him and wanting more. Despite the need to be quiet, I needed more. I yearned for all he’d give me.
It felt too good. Too right. And as he slowly slid in and out, taking his time at an agonizingly slow pace, I closed my eyes and tried to withstand the slow buildup toward an orgasm.
“We’re going to have to hang out up here until one of them shows,” Brooklyn said, complaining about their fate.
I opened my eyes, alarmed. Dante hardened his face into a more serious expression of determination and moved his hand over. His finger rubbed around my clit, stimulating that bunch of nerves, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to remain silent.
It was torture. Exquisite, perfect torture to be captive under this man’s wickedly steady but unrushed touch. I wanted to grip his forearms and urge him to rock into me hard and fast again, making the table’s legs scrape on the smooth floor. I debated how dangerous it would be to lead his hands to my breasts and show him how I wanted his touch and caress there.
The second guy in the hallway groaned. “I know. We can’t fail. We got our orders, and there’s no room for any mistakes.”
“If we don’t bring that Nina bitch in, if we can’t kidnap her, we’re fucked.”
My mouth hung open. Fear spliced me, severing the ties to the desire Dante encouraged me to savor and experience like this. So taboo and wrong.
At the mention of someone wanting to kidnap me, my blood turned cold. My heart raced faster, and the instinct of fight or flight kicked in with a rush of adrenaline.
Dante shook his head and repositioned his hands. He shoved three fingers of his left hand into my mouth, but he used his right hand to grab my breast, hard. As he pistoned his dick roughly but slowly into me, he pumped his fingers into my mouth. It was his fingers on my nipples that really brought me back to focus.
He wanted me to focus on him. I understood it. He was trying to distract me from the danger within the conversation being held right behind him, and it worked. Mercilessly, he filled my mouth and pounded into my cunt. With the bonus of his fingers on my aching nipple, I knew I wouldn’t last.
Before I could come, so close to the pending explosion and release of all that pent-up tension, the second guy’s voice filtered through the haze of desire that Dante instilled in me.
“Vanessa needs her out of the way so she can have Constella like she wants.”
No!
Dante scowled, focusing on me as he rocked his hips to fill me over and over. At that man’s claim, though, he tugged at my nipple so hard, it lent me the right dose of pain that rippled into sweet pleasure.
“Fuck. We can’t just stand around here,” Brooklyn complained. “Let’s walk around this level and then check up on the other side of the building.”
“Yeah. Good idea.”
Their footsteps faded the further they went, but I hardly heard them to begin with. The roar of my pulse in my ears drowned out everything else. With my heart thundering so fast, beating wildly within my ribs as I strained to breathe quickly enough, I narrowed my eyes with a desperate plea to come.
He nodded, frowning with the strain to fuck me so hard. Even though the threat of those men hearing us or finding us was gone, I was still so close that I was a goner.
Keeping my nipple between his thumb and finger, he slammed into me quickly, and it was all that I needed to go over the edge. I came, sucking and almost choking on the pressure of his fingers in my mouth. Bursting apart from the pressure as warm bliss coasted through me, I arched my back and trembled with the force of my orgasm.
Another quick whip of his hips secured him deep inside me. He came, jerking and spilling his cum in me. While he didn’t remove his fingers, from my mouth or my breast, he heaved great, big breaths without making a noise.
Unlike the night before, when we slumped together in that chair, he hung his head and steadied his stance as he caught his breath. My thighs quivered as I let my legs drape lower, off the edge of the table, and he staggered back as he righted his posture.
One quick look back around the curtain must have given him the impression that no one was near. He helped me to sit up, kissing me on the lips as I rose.
“Here.” He led me to sit fully upright as I shoved and pulled at my dress to cover my breasts again. My lungs were still working overtime from that rush, but I tried to stay as quiet as possible, anyway.
At the same time that he tugged his clothes back in place, he looked down at my pussy, still exposed, with my legs wide apart and my dress bunched up.
“Dante.” I licked my lips and felt the ache in my jaw from his forcing his fingers into my mouth. It felt different, but I hadn’t found it unfavorable. “You didn’t use a condom.”
He shrugged, fixing his clothes still as he stared at my entrance. Warm cum leaked out, and I wanted to push my legs together at the sensation on my sensitive flesh there.
“You didn’t use protection last night, either.” The slide of our combined juices was a stark reminder of how we hadn’t taken any logical precautions.
“I’m clean.” He lowered his hands as he glanced at me. “You were a virgin, so you’re clean too.”
I shook my head. “But I’m not on birth control.”
He grinned. “Good.”
I gawked at him. “ Good ?” I hissed as softly as I could.
“Yeah.” He brought his fingers toward my pussy and pushed the cum right back inside me. I flinched at his touch, so sensitive and overreactive.
“Good,” he said. He was unbothered, trying to keep his semen inside me.
Almost like he…
“You’d be happy if you knocked me up?” It sounded crazy once I heard the words out of my mouth, but I needed to hear it from him.
He smirked and nodded. “Yeah, then we wouldn’t have to pretend a single fucking thing anymore. You’d be mine, Nina.”
He couldn’t have surprised me any more than with those severe words. I’d been hoping and fantasizing that I wasn’t the only one wanting something real. I’d stooped to silliness and daydreaming about marrying him. If he could admit wanting to impregnate me, like it was the most natural thing in the world…
“Is that what you want?” I asked him, nervous to be so direct and request that he reveal his true intentions. “Do you want?—”
A series of gunshots filled the air. It cut me off as I sucked in a quick breath and braced for impact. Sliding off the table, I crashed into him. He caught me, also lowering in a defensive stance. His arms wrapped around me as he kept me plastered to his chest.
Then again, more gunfire followed. Men shouted. Others replied. And then more—and heavier—gunfire.
“Let’s get out of here,” Dante said. He lifted his head to see over me and scanned left and right down the hallway inside the ballroom.
I was no expert in how far the speed of sound traveled from a source, but I could’ve sworn it sounded like the fighting and mayhem were happening downstairs. Below us.
Dante didn’t hesitate to pull me past the curtain with him, reentering the venue hall. No one aimed a weapon at us in the hallway, so I felt certain the true danger wasn’t upon us.
Grabbing his gun from his holster strapped to his side, Dante looked at me with a stern expression. As he held his firearm at the ready, he took my hand with his free one and set off running, sprinting to get us to safety.