11. A Feast At The Table
CHAPTER 11
A Feast At The Table
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS BE REWARDED FOR PUTTING MEN IN THEIR PLACE
I had a feeling I should have mentioned the appointment to Luca and Dante before blurting it out to the men but I was pissed. They really thought so little of me. Granted they didn’t really know me but still. I was a Silva. Dante had dismissed everyone out of the room but Luca stayed behind.
“You’re not meeting with him,” Luca said. I rolled my eyes, leaning back into the chair.
“I am,” I stated. Dante shook his head.
“Lucia,” Dante warned. I let out an exasperated sigh.
“What? It’s a consultation. I’ll ask him questions about the suit and figure out if he hired those two men to break into my shop,” I said. Luca shoved his fingers into his hair before standing in front of me.
“The Anders are dangerous, gattina ,” Luca said. I cocked my head.
“No shit,” I asked. Dante chuckled.
“She sure has the bite of one,” Dante said. My face flushed and I glanced at Luca whose eyes flashed with excitement. I cleared my throat awkwardly.
“You’re installing cameras in my shop,” I said, standing up. I placed a hand on Luca’s chest. “If you’re so worried. You can watch the cameras,” I said. Luca’s lips twitched.
“I do like watching,” Luca said, in a low voice. My heart rattled against my chest and a feeling went straight down to my core. Dante clapped a hand on Luca’s shoulder.
“Fine. We will watch and be nearby in incase he tries anything. But promise us you'll be careful,” Dante said. I nodded. Dante squeezed Luca’s shoulder.
“Luca, give us a few minutes alone.” Dante’s voice shifted to something darker. His words dipped in a sultry way. Luca looked between us.
“But I like watching,” Luca murmured. My whole body buzzed now in anticipation. Did I like the idea of Luca watching while his cousin did whatever he was thinking? Yeah. I really fucking did.
“I know you do but I want alone time,” he said, shoving Luca away. Luca sighed and headed towards the door. I raised an eyebrow at Dante.
The second Luca closed the door behind him Dante bent down to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the slight stretch. He was already hard. He settled me on the table before kissing my neck. I bit my lip to keep my whimpers from spilling. Dante began sucking and biting my neck. The bruises they left were going to be darker. I knew it.
“First my kitchen counter and now a table. Starting to feel like I’m something to be eaten,” I murmured. I began rocking against him. He pushed me back until I was laying down. He tugged my sweater over my head before placing a kiss at the center of my chest.
“Well you did so well Lucia. You were thrown in the middle of a wolf's den and you stood your ground,” he said, leaving me to lock the door. “I think you deserve to be eaten,” he said. I leaned my head back to watch him walk back towards me.
“By the big bad wolf?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Dante came to stand in front of me.
“Every time I have a meeting here I want to be reminded of your body laid across like a feast for me,” he said as he stepped between my legs. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down to my ankles. “Every time I sign a paper I want to be reminded of the sweet whimpers that came out of your mouth.” He pulled my panties down before kneeling. “And I especially want to be reminded of how your pussy tastes when I’m sitting here having a cup of coffee. ”
Those were his last words before he dove in. His tongue circled my clit before giving a rough lick. I gaped, arching my back against the wood. I bit my hand to keep my moans at bay. Dante’s hands dug into my skin, scratching upwards. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, shoving him against my pussy.
Dante pushed me further up the table so he could lean down comfortably. One hand cupped my breast, massaging it slowly. He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine. I pulled my hand out of my mouth and gasped for air.
“I don’t want to complain but don’t we have shit to do?” I asked. Dante replaced his tongue with his finger. His finger slowly swirled around my clit and then moved down to my entrance.
“Yes. But you basically commanded my men in front of me–in front of my father. You didn’t care about the murder in their eyes for disrespecting me,” he said as he grazed my nipple with his teeth. I cradled his head, arching my back. “Now let me disrespectfully worship your body,” he said, taking my nipple back in his mouth.
I mewled, my legs trying to wrap around him as he sucked my nipple. His other hand grabbed my leg, spreading me out like dessert.
“You look so good spread out for me, Bella, ” he said. I nodded, rocking my hips against the air. While he tortured my breasts his hand traveled down until his finger back on my entrance. It was aching to be filled. I moaned back into my hand. I shook my head at him. He smirked.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?” he teased, only pressing the tip of two fingers inside. I scooted my ass down and the tip of his finger slipped further in. I arched an eyebrow at him. He chuckled before lowering his head again.
He thrusted his fingers inside and I closed my eyes. I could hear how wet I was as his fingers pumped in and out of me, over and over again. He was wounding me up to burst. His tongue circled my clit again.
This time he gently nipped after every few circles with his tongue. He was building me up. Dante was like a wave. Giving my body just enough to take me close to the edge and then retreating. Where Luca was hard and fast, Dante took his time. He lapped me up, devouring me. I pinched my other nipple and Dante’s eyes darkened as we worked together to bring my body to climax.
“P-please,” I hissed. That was all he needed. Dante pressed further into my pussy, his fingers curling, pumping faster and harder as my walls squeezed.
My legs tightened and my body vibrated as the wave crashed over and over again. I bit my hand harder. My body exploding threatened all sorts of noises to tumble out.
Dante kept pumping into me until every spasm left my body. I sagged against the table. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean. I looked at him with hazy eyes.
“If you ever need a reminder about this table, let me know,” I said, trying to catch my breath.