27. Dante
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DANTE
Shaw’s face contorted in pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers dug into my thighs, striking the exact spot where Renato had left his mark beneath my stockings. The sharp pain of the bite mingled with Shaw’s cock pulsing inside me.
“You enjoy seeing me like this, don’t you?” I asked, pitching my voice higher.
“So much,” he growled.
I continued riding him hard. My hands moved to my breasts, squeezing the silicone. I pinched where my nipples would be, throwing my head back with a loud, theatrical moan. “You want to play with them, don’t you? Go ahead. They’re yours tonight.”
His hands replaced mine, tentative at first, then growing bolder.
I shifted my hips, finding a deeper angle that tore a high, feminine gasp from me. My hand returned to my cock, stroking in time with my movements. “Only you make me feel this good.”
Shaw’s hands moved back to my thighs, gripping tightly as he thrust upward to meet me. His thumb dug directly into Renato’s bite mark. The sharp, unexpected pain made me cry out, my cock jerking in my grip as precum beaded at the tip.
“Do that again,” I demanded, guiding his hand to press harder against the hidden bruise.
His brow furrowed at my insistence, but he complied, squeezing my thigh right where I needed it. The secret knowledge that I carried another man’s brand while riding Shaw sent a twisted thrill through me. It was proof of my total corruption.
I rocked my hips in tight circles, grinding down while working my shaft. Without asking, he squeezed my thighs again, pressing on Renato’s foolish attempt at claiming his territory.
It was enough to trigger my orgasm. My back arched as cum spurted across Shaw’s stomach. I cried out, almost forgetting to use my effeminate affectation as I rode out my climax.
I collapsed forward, catching myself on my hands before making a mess of my corset. My wig created a curtain of blonde hair around our faces. He stared up at me, thoroughly dazed.
I stayed there for a moment, our breaths mingling as my cum cooled between our bodies.
The stockings clung to my sweat-dampened thighs, the lace band pressing against Renato’s mark in a constant reminder of my divided loyalties.
I should have felt traitorous, but they both appealed to such different parts of my soul that I couldn’t reconcile it.
I sat back, allowing his cock to slide out as I held his gaze.
A deep blush graced Shaw’s cheeks. “What?”
“Fuck, you look extra sexy when debauched.” The sight of my cum on his skin stirred something possessive inside me that enjoyed branding him as mine. But it was a painful fantasy. Nothing was ever mine when I belonged to Salvatore.
When he tried to draw me in, I evaded his grasp. My corset was worth more than some men paid for an entire night, and I wasn’t interested in staining it. I lay down beside him instead, curving my body against his.
He draped an arm over me, tugging me to his chest. “Sorry, I don’t want to move yet.”
With Shaw, I experienced a rare moment of peace that made me forget the cameras watching our every move. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his warmth despite knowing the vulnerability could cost us both.
His fingers traced aimless paths along my arm. I shivered and luxuriated in the intimate familiarity as he kissed my temple. I nearly drifted to sleep before he spoke. “We should probably shower.”
It was difficult to hold in my groan of protest as I sat up. “Sure, but you’ll have to settle for a bath.”
I led him to the bathroom, where the Moulin Rouge theme continued with lush crimson draperies covering the walls and a sparkling chandelier. The opulent gold tub gleamed with metallic luster in the center of the space.
Shaw stood awkwardly, suddenly self-conscious. I nodded toward a side door as I started the hot water. “The toilet is through there.”
His blush deepened as he glanced down at the mess on his stomach before disappearing into the room.
I used the privacy to strip away the thigh-highs, garter belt, corset, and breastplate.
I tied my long wig into a messy bun, transforming myself into something between Dante and Dragon, a liminal creature that existed only for Shaw.
The tub was full and steaming when he returned.
I stepped in first, positioning myself to obscure Renato’s bite mark, then helped him maintain his balance as he stepped into it.
His eyes widened as he stared at me, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
“How is it fair you’re so beautiful like this? ”
“It’s not.” I laughed and gestured for him to sit.
He offered no resistance as I guided him onto my lap, his back pressed firmly against my chest. He leaned in with a contented sigh, relaxing as I wrapped my arms around him. When he rested one hand possessively over my fingers, a distinct ache flared in my chest that had nothing to do with lust.
His smaller frame nestled perfectly against me. I envisioned the day when I finally had him under me, completely yielding to my control. The thought made my cock stir against his lower back.
A comfortable silence settled between us, broken only by his soft sigh. I couldn’t help wondering how different it would be if we met outside of Gennaro Corporation, away from Salvatore’s watchful eyes.
Shaw spoke quietly. “Is it weird I liked your breasts?”
It was impossible to hold in my laugh. “No.”
“I’ve never desired women before, but seeing you in drag was an arousing fantasy I never knew I needed.”
“It’s nice to know you’re attracted to me, regardless of gender.
” I’d worn the same disguise to seduce and then execute a hit for Salvatore last month.
The target had been so captivated by the presentation he never noticed the garrote wire slipping over his neck until it was already cutting into his flesh.
What should have disgusted me instead sent a dark spark of excitement through me that Shaw would never understand. It was proof I’d never belong in his world of light. I belonged in the shadows with men like Salvatore and Renato.
“I guess it’s undeniable after this, huh?” He sighed, relaxing further into my arms. He raised one of my hands to study my long purple nails. “These are fantastic. Do you enjoy dressing in drag?”
“I appreciate the artistry.” I loved how it allowed me to shed my identity completely, but I couldn’t vocalize that with Salvatore’s cameras recording everything. “I enjoy the challenge of being believably feminine.”
I could hear the grin in his voice. “You do an amazing job. The only thing that betrayed you was your hard-on.”
We both laughed before lapsing into silence. His next words shifted the mood. “You never say my name.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t call me Shaw here.”
I weighed my answer carefully. “You are an exception.”
“Why?”
“If I do it, you’ll end up saying mine out of habit.” Using names in a bugged room added unnecessary risk. I wanted to keep his name untainted by the location, as if by not speaking it within these walls, I could somehow protect him from the corruption that surrounded us.
He made a noncommittal noise.
“You almost sound disappointed,” I noted, running my hand along his arm.
“Maybe I am.”
The hint of sadness in his tone bothered me. “If I use your name now, it’ll seem forced.”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
The silence grew awkward. I offered a concession. “I will if you want me to.”
His voice turned defensive. “You think I’m being ridiculous.”
“Not necessarily.” I captured his earlobe between my teeth.
He inhaled sharply and tensed. “Stop trying to distract me.”
I slid my free hand along the inside of his thigh. The muscle jumped under my touch. “I’m making a point.”
Despite his protests, his legs parted. “What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.” I let my hands do the talking. I trailed up his chest, teasing one nipple, while my other hand moved lower. I touched him everywhere except where he wanted most.
He shifted, making a soft sound of frustration as my fingers brushed his balls. I chuckled, tilting his head back to kiss his neck. “Relax.”
“How the hell can I relax when you’re doing that?”
My hands glided down his chest, parting his legs underwater. I stroked him everywhere but the place that craved my touch the most.
Shaw dropped his head onto my shoulder with a groan. He grew increasingly vocal as my semi-hard erection pressed against him. “Fine, you’ve made your point.”
“No, I haven’t.” I ignored his half-hearted pleas, restricting myself to agonizingly faint touches. I waited until he surrendered before wrapping a firm hand around his cock.
He gasped, one hand scrambling for purchase on the slick porcelain. The water sloshed as his hips bucked. When desperation broke him, he whispered, “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please!” Shaw strained back against my chest, his hips chasing my hand.
I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, quickening the pace while trailing kisses from his shoulder up his neck.
When I felt him tense on the edge of release, I pressed my lips against his ear and murmured, “Shaw.”
The effect was instantaneous. He came with a violent shudder, his entire body arching backward. He groaned, slumping limply against me. “It’s not fair.”
“Then I believe I’ve made my point.”
We remained entwined in the hot water for several minutes before he moved to stand. My instinct demanded I pull him back down, but I let him go. His movement gave me a perfect view of his ass. I reached out to squeeze it.
His startled yelp made me laugh as he shot me an indignant look over his shoulder.
I feigned ignorance. “What?”
“You know what,” he muttered, scowling as a dark blush crept up his cheeks.
I stepped out of the tub and handed him a thick red towel. Wrapping another around my waist, I followed him back to the bedroom. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand revealed our time was almost over.
He gathered his scattered clothes, dressing silently. I wanted to drag him back to the mattress, but another client would arrive soon. The thought of someone else touching me after Shaw left made my skin crawl, but that was the reality of my life.
Once dressed, he stood before me, looking up with a familiar shyness. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course.” I gave in to the urge to kiss him, touching his cheek. When Ishi knocked to signal our time was up, a heavy spike of resentment hit me at the system that turned intimacy into timed increments. “Until then.”
As the door closed behind him, the ghost of Renato’s bite throbbed on my thigh. The pain served as a brutal reminder of how unforgivably torn I was between the two men.