9. Bedroom Interrogation
THERE ARE MANY SECRETS LURKING BEHIND CLOSED DOORS TIME TO BUST THAT SHIT OPEN.
I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Dante. My heart was pounding against my chest. I was throwing all caution to the wind but I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Tonight was about me. I would get more answers from Dante but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself in the process.
He leaned against the doorway in admiration. His eyes were dark with desire and the shadows from the living room light painted him as a dark angel. He walked over, standing in front of me. I raised an eyebrow. He offered his hand. I took it, allowing him to pull me up. We both sighed in delight as our skins pressed against each other.
His hands slid up and down my body, feeling the parts that curved and dipped. He placed a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, making his way up.
"So soft," he whispered against my neck
"Lotion," I said absentmindedly. He chuckled. My hands began to dig into his skin. "It's very important. You probably use it with all chemicals you have to use when-" I froze. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. I knew what he could see. He saw the trickle of fear in them. He saw the remembrance of what stood between us.
His lips crashed against mine. He kissed me hard as if trying to erase the thoughts. He bit down on my lip roughly, tugging. I gasped and Dante took that as an opportunity.
The second our tongues touched my body gave away slightly. He held me against him. His fingers grazed down my back with a pressure that made me shiver. It was rough, the way I secretly craved.
"Lay back, ora ," he said, pushing me back. He placed one knee on the edge of the bed. He lifted my right foot and began to massage. "You were in heels for a while," he said.
I pressed the side of my face into the bed, trying not to squirm. I opened my legs wider for him. His eyes traveled down with hunger. He worked his way up my calf, changing the pressure as he watched my reaction.
"I've also caused you a lot of stress the past few days," he said, keeping his voice soft. He stopped at my knee to switch legs. He was being attentive. It bewildered me how a man could be as ferocious as a wolf and also gentle like a swan.
“Tonight I want you to let me show you how much I admire your work, your strength and beauty,” he said, whispering the sweetness against my skin. I mewled at his worship of me.
"You can go harder," I pleaded. He hummed in approval.
"Not yet, Cinderella," he said. I groaned and reached for him but he pulled my hands over my head. He was careful to keep his body from touching mine.
"Let me," he urged. I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to be in control, Lucia," he said. I squirmed as he kissed my cheek. He slipped his arm under my shoulders, pushing me further up the bed. My eyes widen at his surge of strength.
"I'm going to finish massaging your legs," he stated. He grabbed my right leg and hooked it over his shoulder. I bucked my hips, needing his fingers or his mouth on my cunt. With all the slow touches I was getting wet and it wasn’t enough. His eyes trailed over, excited.
The second he began kneading my thigh I moaned. His hands made their way slowly to the top of my thigh. He was close to where I needed him to be. My clit was throbbing. My breathing was becoming erratic with anticipation. But instead of giving me what I wanted he switched legs.
"Should I put my leg down?" I asked, looking at him, brows furrowed.
"I need your legs in this position for when I'm done massaging," he said with a devilish grin. I licked my lips.
"Well, get to it,” I said. He gave a dark chuckle, his hands working my body.
“Should I take my time?” he teased. I snaked my hand through his hair and tugged, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Does it look like you should?” I said. His eyes went back to my pussy. He pressed his nose, inhaling my scent and I arched at the feel. He groaned, deep in his throat. He spared me one more glance before I felt his tongue in between my lips. I gasped as he quickly found my clit.
I tugged him hard as he began sucking. My entire body ignited as Dante devoured me like I was his last meal. One arm snaked around my hips, lifting me up. My legs squeeze around his head as his tongue teased my hole. I mewled as his tongue dipped in. This wasn’t enough though. His tongue curved around my clit, made its way back down to my hole and then up again.
“More,” I cried out. He slipped two fingers inside easily, stretching me and began taking long languid strokes against my sensitive bud of nerves. I clamped around his fingers and rocked against his hand.
But it still wasn’t enough. I lowered my hands to squeeze my own breasts. I played with my nipples, pulling them until they were hard pebbles. Dante watched me play with myself, his strokes growing harder. The noises coming out of my body were driving me higher. He added another finger as he bit the inside of my thigh. I gasped.
“I gotta stretch you, amore ,” he whispered against the bruised skin. His fingers scissored, stretching me, filling me. I rocked with him as he sucked my clit. I fought between suffocating him with my legs and widening to give him more room.
The air around us tightened as I struggled to breathe. Everything felt overwhelming and yet not enough. I still needed more. Dante’s fingers sped up and I began crying out his name. A warmth was emerging in my lower belly, a sign of my impending orgasm. I think Dante must have sensed it because he pulled out. I glared at him. His lips glistened with my taste. Dante sucked his fingers clean of my arousal and I pulled him in for a rough kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. Dante groaned as I shoved him away.
I pointed to the drawer and he silently followed my instructions. I watched him as he carefully took off his pants, folded them and placed them on my dresser.
“Good boy. Can’t mess up those pants. They were expensive,” I said, still teasing my nipples. Dante grunted as he rolled the condom onto his cock. It wasn’t too long but it had girth. It was going to feel fucking great.
He made it onto the bed and I reached for his shoulders. We needed to do this fast before my brain caught up with me. I sat up and pushed him on his back. He listened, lying back. I straddle him, rubbing my pussy against his dick, getting it wet. His hands shot to my hips and he cursed.
“Fuck, Bella ,” he hissed as I took his cock in my hands and rolled my hips against the head of his cock. I took a deep breath as I slowly lowered myself. My head fell back in bliss, feeling him stretch me to the point of burning. Dante began rocking my hips to help ease himself inside. My hands landed on his chest as I gasped. He felt too fucking good.
“Yes,” I hissed. Dante unexpectedly sat up causing us to rock and I whimpered as I felt him fully inside of me. He pulled my nipple into his mouth and I smiled. My fingers tugged at his hair as I rocked fast against him. My orgasm was building back up again. Dante snaked his hand down to rub my clit. My body began wounding tighter and tighter.
“You’re choking my cock and it feels so fucking good,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck, needing leverage. “Fuck me, Lucia. Fuck me hard.”
“I’ll fuck you how I want. So be a good boy and keep playing with my nipples,” I said, smirking. Dante’s eyes sparked and like a good mafia man he listened. Taking my other nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicked back and forth as he pinched the other with his hand. I gasped at the overstimulation.
At first I rocked back and forth, needing more friction. But the longer I went the more I just needed . My thighs burned as I switched motions. The feeling of my chest bouncing against his added a wave of new sensations.
I kept my eyes on him as I began to bounce uncontrollably, all sense of rhythm lost to this delicious sensation. His name tumbled out of me over and over again. I begged and pleaded for him.
“Dante?” My voice came out as a whimper. He nodded. “Slap my ass,” I demanded. I felt myself building up higher and higher until Dante slapped his hand across my ass and I exploded.
Before I could recover his hands gripped my hips, taking over, treating me like a doll and I let him. I let him chase his own orgasm as he chased the remnants of mine away.
And just when I thought I was done another orgasm slammed into me as he finished. My fingers created half moons along his shoulders and I smiled. He looked amazingly marked by me. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few minutes, catching our breath.
Once he became soft, Dante lifted me up and pulled out slowly. I hissed at the loss. He laid me down and kissed the center of my chest.
“Wait here,” he said.
A few minutes later he came back with a wet warm towel to wipe me. I let him take care of me. I let him clean me up as he continued to compliment my mind and my body.
I headed to the bathroom to pee once he finished. I stared at the mirror; taking note of my wild appearance. My hair was like a bird's nest. My makeup was smudged, lipstick wiped off. Across my neck and down my chest were red marks. A few of them would most likely turn into bruises.
I smiled. I wouldn’t mind that. We marked each other. And while I felt I now owned a part of Dante I was beginning to think that maybe he owned a part of me as well. I took one more glance at the mirror and nodded.
It was time for questions.
Dante was lying in my bed in his briefs, scrolling through his phone. I guess the life of a mafia man never ends, not even after amazing sex.
I strolled into my room, naked with a clean face. His eyes followed me as I placed an oversize shirt and got into bed. Dante placed his hands underneath the shirt, stroking the top of my thighs once I sat next to him.
“That was amazing,” he murmured into my neck. I smiled. While I was satisfied I couldn’t help but feel anxious. I exposed my neck to give him more room and he took it. I glanced up at my ceiling. It was now or never. I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled. He eyed me curiously.
“I have questions,” I said. Dante smirked. His hands traveled up my thighs to my breasts, cupping each.
“Mhmm. I was wondering when your interrogation was going to begin,” he said as he began kneading my breasts. My clit throbbed with need again. I pushed to straddle him. Dante sighed. He gripped my hips and moved me until I was sitting on his cock again.
“So you knew,” I said, rocking slightly. His eyes closed briefly and he hummed in acknowledgement.
“I’ve just been waiting for you to ask,” he said. His hands stay on my hips.
“Would you like to begin the interrogation this way or in a more respectable manner?” I asked. Was I using this moment for selfish reasons? Yes. But I was giving him an out.
Dante lifted my shirt until I was naked on top of him. I lifted my hips and he tugged his briefs off. I guess there was no point in putting on clothes in the first place. He placed his hands on the back of his head, shifting to get comfortable.
“I prefer this way, amore ,” he said with a grin. I shrugged my shoulders. I felt his dick begin to harden against me. His body tensed slightly as I continued my slow rock. My thighs were still burning from having sex but I could feel myself growing wet again.
“What kind of agreement does my av? have?” I asked. Dante’s jaw tick.
“He makes suits for the mafias. His area is neutral ground, no fighting,” he said with a grunt. I rocked slightly harder against him and Dante bucked his hip. A soft moan escaped my lips.
“Why?” I managed to get out. He raised an eyebrow. I shook my head. I could already feel myself giving into my desires. I needed to focus but the feel of Dante under me was intoxicating. “Why is his land neutral I mean? There must be a reason,” I said. Dante’s hands rocked me harder as my hands dug into his chest, trying to hold myself up.
“That’s something your grandfather should tell you,” he said. I groaned in frustration.
“Mr. Anders is in the mafia?” I asked. He had to be. His whole presence oozed the same darkness as Dante. A bead of sweat dripped down Dante’s face as his cheeks puffed. I leaned forward slightly to give my clit more friction.
“Yes. Americans. We don’t like them,” Dante said before pausing. He bucked his hips roughly causing me to gasp. “Fuck—they’re being sketchy,” he said as he tilted his head up. Another orgasm was building. The Americans? They wanted something. And Mr. Anders was curious about my shop.
Dante helped to rock me against his cock until we were both covered in sweat and his cum. Dante cursed multiple times as he stared at his stomach. I reached for his finger and ran it over his cum before sucking it into my mouth.
“You’re a dream,” he whispered blissfully. I leaned over, kissing him so that this time he tasted his own arousal. His hand gripped the back of my neck holding me in place. When he finally released his hold on me he looked satisfied but I had only one thought in my head.
The Americans wanted my territory.