Claimed by the Don

Chapter TWO

Dante

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I drum my fingers against the leather armrest as the chopper soars over the glittering expanse of New York City, anticipation humming through my veins. I've been looking forward to this all week - getting Ginetta alone, away from prying eyes and interruptions. Just us, the open sky, and the simmering attraction that's been building since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

I can still picture her so clearly in that club - those dangerous curves poured into a barely-there scrap of a dress, raven hair tumbling down her back, olive skin glowing under the neon lights. She was a fucking vision, an oasis of pure sensuality amidst the brittle, neon-bright people crammed into Indigo. I wanted her instantly, with a fierce hunger I've never experienced before. And when she disappeared into that VIP room, I knew I had to have her. Consequences be damned.

Ginetta shifts beside me, drawing me out of the heated memory. "Dante, this is incredible," she says, her hazel eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the breathtaking cityscape unfolding beneath us. "I can't believe you arranged this just for me."

Just for her. Christ, the things I want to do for this woman, and to her. The helicopter tour is just the beginning, a tantalizing glimpse of the world I want to lay at her feet...preferably while she's flat on her back wearing nothing but those fuck-me heels and a satisfied smile.

"Sweetheart, this is just the overture," I tell her, letting my eyes convey all the dark, delicious things I'm imagining. "Stick with me and I'll show you sights and experiences you've never dreamed of."

Her lips part on a soft inhale and a becoming flush stains her rounded cheeks. God, she's so beautifully responsive. So open and genuine in her reactions, not a coy bone in her lush body. It makes me want to test her limits, see how far I can push her. Strip away all her prim, good-girl layers until she's bare and begging, hungry for everything I want to give her.

And I want to give her everything. It defies logic, this visceral need to possess her, make her mine in every way possible. I'm not a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy, never saw the point of wining and dining a woman when we both knew exactly where it was heading. Seduction always seemed like wasted time when I could achieve the same result with a charming smile and a few smooth words murmured in a pretty ear.

But with Ginetta, I find myself wanting to do this right. Romance her, make her feel cherished and adored. Tempt her into my world with extravagant gestures and lavish experiences until she can't imagine any other life. Until she looks at me the way I already see her - as essential, a non-negotiable need.

A man could get spoiled by that dazed, yearning look in her eyes, as sweet and rich as the finest spun sugar. But there's an unexpected steel behind it too, an inner strength that tells me Ginetta won't be easily impressed by my wealth and power. If I want her, really want her, I'm going to have to earn it.

And I've never backed down from a challenge.

Shifting closer to her, I guide Ginetta's hand to the chopper's controls, relishing her sharp intake of breath as my fingers close over hers. I can feel the wild flutter of her pulse where our skin meets, sense the way her body tenses and then relaxes into my nearness. Every little reaction enflames my own desire, makes me throb with the need to touch more of her, discover each secret place that makes her shiver and sigh.

"Flying is one of the greatest highs there is," I tell her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. She smells incredible, like jasmine and warm woman. "There's nothing like soaring above it all, untouchable. Being completely in control."

She turns her head slightly to meet my gaze, something knowing in her eyes. "You like being in control, don't you Dante?"

My hand flexes around hers. "In all areas of my life," I confirm, holding her stare. Let her read between the lines, sense how much I want to command her pleasure, her body. Bend her to my will. "But there's a freedom that comes with giving up control too. A thrill like nothing else." I lean in close to add in a husky rasp, "The right person can make surrender feel like flying, Ginetta."

Her lips part, eyes going heavy-lidded as she takes my meaning. I'd give every dollar in my bank account to know what she's imagining right now. My hands on her skin, mapping her curves? My head between her silky thighs, drinking my fill? Her wrists bound to my headboard as I make her shatter again and again, until she's hoarse from screaming my name?

Christ, I'm hard enough to pound nails, my cock straining against my zipper. I need to taste her, consume her. Mark her as mine inside and out.

"I want to show you what that feels like," I tell her, my stomach muscles clenching at her shaky exhale. "Want to take you higher than this chopper ever could. All you have to do is trust me."

Something shifts behind her eyes, longing warring with hesitation. "Is that your subtle way of telling me you expect me to just give up all control to you? Because I'm not sure I'm the free-falling type, Dante."

I smile at the hint of challenge in her husky voice. My brave girl. "There's nothing subtle about what I want from you, Ginetta. And I never ask for anything - I take what's mine." I trail a finger along her jaw, feeling her tremble under my touch. "Do you really think you'll be able to hold on to all your control once I get my mouth on you, tesoro? Once I'm buried so deep inside you that you don't know where you end and I begin?"

She flushes a delicious pink but maintains my gaze, her eyes sparking. "Awfully cocky, aren't we?"

"No, just confident. I know what I bring to the table." I flash her a toothy grin. "And the bedroom."

Ginetta rolls her eyes but I catch the way her thighs press together, the quick dart of her tongue over her lower lip. My fearless girl might be putting up a cool front, but she wants me. Maybe as badly as I want her.

We fall into conversation as the chopper soars over Central Park, the pilot thankfully focusing on the sky and not our charged interaction. Ginetta asks me about my family's business, my ambitions for the future. I choose my words carefully, giving her the broad strokes - real estate, mostly. Urban development. Businesses that generate passive income. I don't mention the less-than-legal aspects of the Russo empire...not yet. I need Ginetta to see me as a man first, the boss second.

But I do tell her how I'm trying to legitimize the shadier branches of the family tree, funnel our assets into respectable ventures. Build a legacy I can be proud of. Something softens in Ginetta's face as I reveal my hopes, like she's seeing a new side of me. Fuck, I want her to see every side.

By the time the chopper touches down on the windswept roof of my penthouse building, the sexual tension between us is a living, breathing thing. We've been trading heated looks and teasing touches the entire ride back, the slide of skin on skin ratcheting up my desire to fever pitch.

I help Ginetta out of her seat and press her back against the cool metal of the bird. Her eyes widen at my boldness but she doesn't protest as I align our bodies, her generous tits heaving against my chest. No more talking. No more waiting.

Slowly, giving her time to pull away if she chooses, I lower my head until my lips are a mere centimeter from hers. Her warm breath whispers over my mouth, ragged and damp. "I'm going to kiss you now, Ginetta," I tell her, my blood thundering in my ears. "And this time, I'm not going to stop until I've tasted my fill."

Then I'm claiming her mouth in a deep, wet kiss, my tongue slicking over hers. Ginetta moans into it, her hands fisting my lapels as she gives as good as she gets. The lush curves of her body brushing against my harder angles has me groaning, my hands spanning her small waist to pull her impossibly closer.

I kiss her like a conquering warlord, all tongue and teeth and raw possession, grasping hands splayed over her rounded ass and delectable tits. She arches into me with a whimper, her nipples two hard points against my chest as I grind my aching dick into the cradle of her hips.

"Feel that?" I growl against her swollen lips as I flex my cock into her belly. "That's what you do to me, sweetheart. How fucking crazy you make me." I drag my mouth down her jaw to her neck in a string of hot, open-mouthed kisses, my teeth scraping her silky skin. "All I can think about is burying myself in your tight little pussy, feeling you squeeze me as I fuck you senseless."

"Oh, God," Ginetta pants, her head falling back to grant me better access to the slender column of her throat. I can feel her pulse thundering beneath my lips, hummingbird-fast. "Dante, I..."

She shudders as I suckle the spot where neck meets shoulder, my tongue flickering out to taste her honeyed skin. Her flavor explodes on my tastebuds, an intoxicating nectar I instantly crave more of. I want to map every inch of her with hands and mouth, uncover each secret place that makes her wild. Addicted after one sampling...Christ, I'm in trouble.

We make out against the chopper like teenagers for long, drugging minutes, until we're both flushed and panting. My hands have crept under her skirt to mold the rounded globes of her ass, her panties a scrap of damp lace that I long to tear aside. But as badly as I want to sink into her wet heat, I force myself to pull back, break our kiss with a groan.

"Let's take this inside, tesoro," I rasp, my voice rough.

Ginetta blinks up at me with passion-glazed eyes, her hair mussed from my fingers, lipstick smeared. She's never looked more fuckable and it takes every ounce of my control not to hoist her up and impale her on my dick. But I want our first time in a bed where I can worship her properly. Wring every drop of pleasure from her luscious body until she's a boneless, satisfied puddle in my sheets.

Gulping, she nods jerkily and I pull her through the rooftop door. In the elevator, I keep our bodies pressed close, my hands roaming restlessly over her curves. I can't get enough of her warm, silky skin against my greedy palms. My blood feels carbonated, my skin too tight. I want to be inside her like I need my next breath.

The doors slide open to reveal my penthouse and I all but drag Ginetta inside. She makes an impressed noise, her eyes widening as she takes in the sprawling space, the plush furnishings, the wall of windows overlooking the glittering city skyline. But I barely register my opulent surroundings, too focused on the way her ass sways as she drifts further into the room.

"Wow, it's beautiful," she says, sounding a little dazed. "I feel like I'm in a movie."

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her soft middle, nuzzling into the warm curve of her neck. She smells like desire, ripe and ready. "Oh, I plan to make this an experience worthy of the big screen, tesoro. But I guarantee it'll be rated adults only."

She shivers in my arms, angling her head to the side unconsciously. Offering herself up to my mouth, my touch. I groan and press my lips to her hammering pulse, feeling it leap as my hands skim up to cup the heavy swells of her breasts. Her nipples are hard little pebbles against my palms and I roll them between my fingers, relishing her throaty moan.

"Let me take you to bed, Ginetta," I urge, my voice a low rumble. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." I pinch and pluck at those sensitive crests until she's squirming in my arms, her hips undulating back into my rigid cock. "I want to taste your sweet pussy, feel it squeeze my fingers as you come apart. Want to fuck this incredible body until you can't remember your own name."

"Dante," she gasps, her nails biting into my forearms. "I...I can't."

Can't? What does she mean? Reality penetrates the haze of lust and I still my seductive assault, my brow furrowing. "Ginetta?"

She steps out of my arms, putting some much-needed distance between us. When she turns to face me, her expression is conflicted, longing and trepidation warring for dominance. Her magnificent chest heaves as she struggles to get ahold of herself.

"I want to," she says quickly, biting her lip. "God, do I want to. But this is all happening so fast. We barely know each other."

Frustration and understanding wage their own battle in my chest. My cock is throbbing painfully, my balls drawn up tight, screaming for relief. I want her so much I can barely think straight. But I also get it. I came on strong, maybe too strong. Ginetta isn't some club girl looking for a good time - she's different. Special. And she deserves to be treated as such.

So even though it kills me, I take a deep breath and nod, consciously relaxing my posture. Trying to look a little less like the hungry wolf ready to devour her whole.

"I get it," I tell her, willing my voice to remain even. My dick twitches angrily at the denial but I ignore it. "And you're right, we should slow down."

Relief washes over her face, followed swiftly by what looks like disappointment. "Thank you for understanding. I just...I need a little time to process all of this." She waves a hand between us vaguely.

I step closer and cup her face in my hands, my thumbs sweeping over the apples of her cheeks. I meet her gaze steadily, letting her see the sincerity in my eyes. "Ginetta, I want you. Badly. I'm not going to lie about that. But I can wait until you're ready."

I lower my head to brush the softest kiss over her lips, just the barest rasp of my mouth on hers. When I pull back, her eyes are huge, her breathing unsteady. Good. I don't want her to forget what she's denying us, even for a short while.

"When you are ready," I add, my voice a low promise, "I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until you're begging for me. And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of your sweet surrender."

Ginetta shudders, her eyes going liquid with desire. I can tell she's picturing it, the inevitable submission of her soft curves to my harder planes. My possession of her willing body. And fuck, I want to make that fantasy a reality more than my next breath.

But she's not ready yet. So I release her reluctantly, my hands falling away. She blinks, coming back to herself, and squares her shoulders. I have to admire her resolve.

"I should go," she says, grabbing her discarded purse. "But Dante...thank you for tonight. The helicopter ride was incredible."

I incline my head, never taking my eyes off her flushed face. "It was my pleasure, tesoro. Maybe next time we can take a ride that ends a little differently, hm? I’ll have my driver downstairs take you home."

Her plump cheeks pinken but a smile tugs at her lips. "Thank you. Good night, Dante."

"Dream of me," I tell her with a heated look. "I know I'll be dreaming of you."

And then she's gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Frustration roars through me, my body tight and aching with unfulfilled need. I want to chase her down and convince her to stay, worship between her silky thighs until she's hoarse from screaming my name.

But I won't. Because Ginetta is worth the wait, worth doing this right. And when I finally do get her into my bed, when I'm sheathed to the hilt in her hot, wet folds, it's going to be because she's more than ready for it. Desperate and begging for me to fill her up until she can't take anymore.

And, oh, I'll give her more. So much fucking more.

My hands flex at my sides, my cock an iron bar in my slacks. First things first...I need to go handle this massive hard-on. Then it's time to get strategic.

Because I told Ginetta no more waiting. And a Russo always keeps his word.