15. A New Era is Beginning
A CROWN WILL ALWAYS BE THE BEST ACCESSORY
M y av? and I agreed to stay the night at the Costa’s. It was late and he was still jet lagged. I walked my av? back to the room he was staying in before heading to the living room. The stars twinkled behind the window. I heard shuffling behind me and turned to see Dante shirtless. He waved for me to follow and I did. We ended up at his room.
He had a massive room with an ensuite bathroom and a king size bed covered in black sheets. I snorted. Of course the dark brooding mafia man had black sheets. I felt his hands on my shoulders.
He began massaging and a low moan slipped out of me. He pressed his lips to my neck, tugging down my turtleneck. I had worn it to hide the hickeys that he and Luca left.
I leaned away offering more of myself. His lips made my body buzz alive as he left wet kisses. His hands dragged down my back, before slipping under my sweater. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, releasing tension I hadn’t known were there.
“How are you, Bella ?” he asked. I stared at the bed. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t feel scared or anything, surprisingly. Instead everything felt right. I felt powerful.
“I think I’m okay. This feels right for some reason,” I whispered. His hands came around to squeeze my breasts. My head fell back against his shoulder as his hands slipped underneath my bra. His fingers found my nipples and he began tugging on them. I pressed my hips back into his growing erection.
“It’s because you were meant to be a donna , a queen,” he said, against my ear. I pulled away from his grasp to tug off my sweater and unhook my bra. Dante stared at me, his eyes lighting up. I could see the outline of his cock against his sweatpants.
Next I removed my pants, leaving myself in a pair of burgundy lace panties. I sat on his bed, opening my legs to him. In understanding Dante knelt down, his hands on my thighs. He placed kisses against the tender skin of the inside of my thighs. I shuddered at the feeling. My hands ran through his dark hair.
“I’m a queen?” I asked, breathless. He nodded, kissing up my stomach. I arched my back, needing more. He pushed me back, crawling on top. He lowered his hips and I gasped at the feel of his cock, rubbing against the panties. The lace created a delicious friction. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He began sucking on my nipple, his teeth occasionally grazing it, teasing me, eliciting hushed whimpers from me. I pulled his face for a kiss.
I was hungry. I was desperate as I dug my heels into his lower back, my hands scratching his skin, pulling him closer. I needed to lose myself. His hand gripped my ass and he flipped us so I was on top. I yelped as he smacked my ass. His gray eyes darkened.
“You might be a queen, but tonight you’re my whore,” he whispered. I pulled up, grinding against him. His hands gripped my hips.
“Only if that means I win again,” I said. My hands moved to play with my nipples. Dante groaned at the sight.
“I like to think you’ve been winning this entire time,” he said, tugging at my panties. I lifted up enough to let him tear it off of me. He tossed them to the side and I smirked as he shoved his sweatpants down.
I rubbed myself against his cock. He bucked up, eyes shutting close. His hands ran up and down my body, before squeezing my ass. He gave me another sharp smack that sent me rocking faster against him.
“I like being greedy,” I said in a gasp. I was so wet I was easily sliding back and forth on him. I leaned forward slightly, enjoying how his head teased my entrance. I could push back and let him slip in.
But not yet. I met his eyes again. He raised an eyebrow in question. I smirked, hopping off his dick and moving so my ass was in his face. I gripped his dick in my hand. Dante let out a strangled gasp. I looked over my shoulder, wiggling my ass in his face.
“Let’s be greedy, shall we?” I said. Dante spread my cheeks apart as his mouth ghosted my entrance. His tongue gave a rough lick from my clit to my entrance and I nearly collapsed on his dick. “Fuck,” I hissed.
He pressed me down onto his mouth. His tongue reached my clit and he sucked hard. Two could play at that. I gave his cock a rough lick, enjoying my taste on him. I swirled my tongue around his head and he bucked for me to take him deeper. I rocked against his mouth and bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking harder. His arm wrapped around waist, pulling me harder against him. I squeezed my hand, pumping up and down, in tangent with my mouth. I groaned. This was heavenly.
The pressure of his tongue shifted. He went from rough sucks to gentle licks. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I was beginning to lose focus. I began sucking his cock faster, enjoying how full he felt in my mouth. Dante pulled his mouth away for a second.
“Be my good little whore tonight Bella . Squeeze harder,” he said, voice ragged. I did as I was told and Dante’s fingers dug deeper into my ass.
He focused on my clit. He rolled his tongue as he sucked me, matching my pace and soon I felt the rush of the buildup. I squeezed his balls with my other hand. He groaned deeply.
An electricity seemed to spark from deep within and I began choking on his dick. The gagging must have turned him on because Dante became relentless as we chased each other’s orgasms.
His body tightened beneath mine and he exploded in my mouth. He shoved two fingers inside and curled them. I quickly swallowed, feeling myself falling over the edge as my orgasm slammed into me. I bit down on his leg to muffle my screams.
“Fucking shit,” I whispered as Dante pumped the last bit of my orgasm away. I pull away from him, collapsing on the bed. Dante chuckled darkly.
“I like being greedy with you,” he whispered, as he kissed my ankle. I rolled off of him, catching my breath.
“Same, same,” I managed to say. Dante lightly smacked my ass. I gasped feeling his finger play with my tight hole.
“We’re going to have this eventually,” he murmured, biting the back of my thigh. My face burned.
We. That was a promise.
I pushed him away to scurry to the bathroom. After relieving myself I came back to the bedroom to Dante holding up a robe for me. I smiled at him.
“Let’s get some water,” he said, wrapping an arm around me. I followed him back to the kitchen. It was massive with beige granite counters and brick backsplash. The stove was black with gold metal detailing and it reminded me of one of the old school European stoves. I could only imagine the amount of bread I could make.
He handed me a glass of water and we both stared out the window over the sink. We could see the city skyline. To the right was the Costa’s. To the left was my territory. Mine.
I was in charge of all of those that dwelled in Loba Vista. It felt like a heavy burden. Or maybe it wasn’t a burden. Maybe it was a chance to change things. I could make things better. I could make things right.
I heard footsteps behind me and saw a shirtless Luca walk in. A similar tattoo that Dante had on his forearm was on Luca’s left shoulder. He glanced at both of us with a smirk. Luca’s hair was messy and he had a tattoo of a lion on his chest.
“Hydration is important,” Luca commented. I flushed and turned to look back out the window. Luca kissed my cheek, before taking my cup and taking a sip. “How do you feel?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Right now I feel sated. Now about the meeting we had? Concerned,” I answered truthfully. From the corner of my eyes Dante’s lips twitched.
“How do you plan on reinstating the Portuguese mafia?” Dante asked. I leaned heavier against the counter, enjoying the warmth of both men.
“You have to let your people know the Silva Family is back in business,” Luca said. I nodded in agreement. I’ve had different ideas run through my head since the meeting. There was one that stuck out the most. I saw myself smiling in the window's reflection.
“I’ll do it the way every Portuguese woman does when they want to get something done,” I said. I glanced at both men. “I’m going to host a feast. There’s a soccer game coming up. Benfica versus Barcelona. I’m going to let the people know there’s a Portuguese lunch happening and that a Silva is hosting it,” I said. Dante smiled at me and placed a kiss on my neck. I felt Luca’s hand slide down my back to squeeze my hip. My heart rattled against my chest.
“The Anders think they can have what’s mine,” I said.
“We’ll help you,” Dante said, against my neck. My eyes flickered to Luca who smiled. His blue eyes sparkled. He pressed himself flush against my side.
“In whatever way you need,” Luca whispered as he placed a kiss on my temple. I looked back out the window. Both men were wrapped around me.
Not only did I have them but I had their men. I had the entire Costa’s clan wrapped around my finger. They were a string that was going to help me sew my clan back together. The web I had begun to stitch was growing. The Silva’s were back and we were going to fight to keep our territory no matter what.
“It’s time for everyone to know that this princess is taking her crown,” I said.
The end…for now