Chapter 21
GINA
When we reach the penthouse, everything is dark.
Usually, Ciro is here to greet us. He helps remove Dante’s jacket and asks if we want anything to drink.
But not tonight.
Good. I’m glad we’re alone. It will help with my seduction plan for the evening.
I’m too new to this marriage to know how to tell my husband I’m interested in sex.
But if he hasn’t guessed it from the way I touched him in the car…
“I’m going to take a bath,” I announce, walking to the kitchen to fill Biscotti’s bowl with water.
I glance over at Dante to see if he has any reaction to my statement. But he’s still scrolling his device.
Ah, well. I head down the hall to my bathroom, disrobe, and run water in the tub. I pour in extra lavender bubble bath because I deserve it.
When I step in and sink into the warm water, Biscotti yips. Then he puts his little paws on the side of the tub to watch me.
A few moments later, the bathroom door opens.
Dante enters, wearing a long silk robe that accentuates his powerful figure and dark good looks.
Biscotti turns to him and yips sharply.
“Time to get out of the tub,” Dante tells me, his tone an order. “And that dog of yours needs to leave.”
Maybe it’s his threatening tone. Or maybe the words themselves. But Biscotti turns and exits the bathroom with as much dignity as a puppy can muster.
Dante closes the door and picks up a big, fluffy, white bath towel. He holds it open for me.
Finally, the iceberg is melting.
I step out of the tub, relishing the feel of soft terrycloth against my wet skin.
Dante’s hands linger at my shoulders as he tucks the corners of the towel in just under my collarbone.
“Let me dry you off,” he says, his voice low and husky.
He spends a long time moving the warm towel in slow circles over my skin.
His hands linger on my breasts, cupping their weight through the terrycloth.
Delicious tingles shoot through my body. Then his thumbs brush my nipples until they harden.
I suppress a mewling sound, not wanting him to think I’m so brazen.
Then again, maybe that’s exactly what I should want him to think if I’m going to see any action tonight.
Dante moves his hands lower, squeezing my ass.
My pussy pulsates eagerly at the promise of what is to come.
This wanton desire for Dante shocks and surprises me.
Not even the raciest passages in Alice’s novels arouse me the way Dante’s touch sets me on fire.
When Dante leans closer, I breathe in his intoxicating scent of cedar and musk.
“I want to see you,” he says, yanking the towel away and letting it drop to the floor.
I stand naked before him, feeling as if I’m under inspection. Almost like I’m being judged.
I hold my head high.
Then without another word, Dante drops to his knees.
He parts my legs as wide as they can go and runs the length of his tongue from my upper thighs to my sex.
“Dante,” I murmur as sparks shoot through my body.
Through my lowered lashes, I can see him devouring me in the mirror’s reflection.
His dark, beautiful hair blocks most of the action. Yet when he shifts to the side, I catch that snake-like tongue of his darting in and out of my pussy.
Just when I’m about to come, Dante stops.
He bends me forward so my hands rest on the sink to hold my weight.
Then he unties his belt, and his robe drops, revealing him in all his naked glory.
Dante’s erection is as long and thick as one of those half-goat, half-human satyr figures I’ve seen in museums. His reflection shows the lust in his eyes, too.
Positioning himself behind me, Dante moves the head of his dick against the crack of my ass.
I feel it, warm, throbbing, and pressing against my rear opening. Suddenly I’m anxious.
My pussy is so tight that even normal sex still feels slightly uncomfortable, though Dante makes certain I achieve orgasm.
Does Dante want anal sex? As his wife, am I required to agree?
The thought of Dante penetrating me in this way terrifies me, but it turns me on all the same.
I open my mouth to ask a question but shut it immediately. Dante doesn’t like questions ever, and certainly not now.
“Relax,” Dante says, pulling out my elastic band and letting the blonde curls I piled on top of my head spill over my shoulders.
He adjusts us again so we can both see our reflection in the mirror. Dante, hard and fierce, with his dark skin and black hair.
And me so fair and delicate with blonde tresses. He pushes me forward again until I’m resting on my forearms.
“Watch,” he orders.
My pulse races as Dante presses his cock against my tight hole. The sensation blurs the line between pain and pleasure.
The pleasure intensifies as his finger moves to tease my clit.
But the pain, or rather the anticipation of pain, sets in when his cock presses more firmly against the tight ring of my anus.
Yet to my surprise, the pressure feels good.
Naughty.
But when he presses closer, I gasp. Don’t I need lube for this?
“Dante, what—”
“Silence!” he roars, moving his dick to my wet pussy.
He positions himself at my entrance, and almost as if he’s teasing, he moves his cock a fraction in, then a fraction out of my dripping wet pussy.
He KNOWS I want it. And this teasing is about to make me burst.
“Now, Dante,” I urge, even though he just warned me to be silent. I can’t take it anymore.
The sight of his beautiful face and body behind me, that cock poised at my entrance.
Dante pushes deeper, and I buck myself against him to get more inside me.
“Faster!” I yell, realizing I’ve violated his silence rule again. Doesn’t he know that once a man starts with a woman, he must finish?
“More!”
“What?” Dante meets my eyes in the mirror. “My little hussy wants more?”
“Yes. Yes… please,” I say, reeling a moment later as he rams into me in one go. “Like that,” I pant as I recover.
In moments he works up a rhythm, the sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoing in the room.
“Dante, I’m going to come,” I stutter. Seeing him pound into me in the mirror only fuels my lust.
“Silence,” he says again, slapping my ass.
It’s a sharp, stinging blow. Not a playful tap. But to my surprise, my body interprets its force and power as part of the whole dark sexy thing that is Dante.
I fight to keep from orgasming on the spot. I want to keep this tantalizing pressure growing.
Dante pulls the hair back from my face and slips his tongue into my ear.
The combination of his cock slamming into me and the wet sensations of his mouth nibbling and swirling around my ear drives me crazy.
And with that, pleasure rips through me.
In response, Dante increases the speed of his thrusts until he reaches his climax. His seed shoots into my body in a series of warm pulses as he grasps my hips.
After, we stay like that for a moment, panting and exhausted. Then Dante picks me up and carries me to my bed.
Will he get in beside me, or will I have only Biscotti for company?
My body stiffens as I await the answer. Then the covers pull back on his side, and his warm arms gather me to him as we drift off to sleep.