Chapter Five
Dante
What the fuck is wrong with me? I mean, yeah. I had every intention of seducing her. Fuck knows I want to hear her screaming my name. I didn’t expect what happened to me when I saw Anton with his hands on her. The hot, molten wave of rage that tore through me at that moment was unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with. In that moment, I seriously could have killed him and laughed about it later.
And then on the dance floor, I came this close to telling her what I want to do with my life. The big dream. Very few people know about that, and why the hell would I want to share it with someone I’m paying to attend events with me for the next month? I’m letting myself get sucked in by her innocence and naiveté. Some sick part of me wants to take that away from her, prove to her that no matter how professional and together I am, I’m no fucking fairy tale.
I know I should go to my room when we get back to the penthouse. This woman is getting under my skin, and fuck if I know how she’s doing it. I don’t want to like her. I don’t want to know her. I want her to do what she’s being paid to do. And, yeah, if I could have her lips around my cock, I’d be good with that, too.
We pass the drive to the penthouse in silence, and when our driver pulls up to the entrance, I climb out and help her out, then walk ahead of her into the building. It’s driving me nuts, being close to her, surrounded by her scent. I haven’t been this helplessly horny since I was a teenager. My dick hasn’t settled down since I first laid eyes on her, and I’m almost in pain from the need to cum. She’s driving me nuts.
We take the elevator up to the penthouse, and she seems nervous, standing as far away from me in the elevator as she can. Even though I was just thinking about how I need distance from her, it pisses me off that she’s staying away.
Yeah. I’m getting more fucked up the more time I spend with her.
I unlock the door to the penthouse and wave her in. When she gets into the living room, she takes a deep breath and walks over to the window. The view is spectacular, even at night, and I watch her as she takes it in.
“You did well tonight,” I tell her, coming up behind her.
She turns and looks up at me. “Thanks. I felt a little awkward, but I mostly just tried to look calm and not talk.”
“Well, you were perfect. Keep up that kind of behavior, and maybe I’ll throw a little more cash your way.”
Her eyes narrow, and even though I have a good hundred pounds on her, I almost back up a step.
“I’m not some…servant or escort or whatever the hell you’re implying.” I get a sense that the champagne she drank at the gala gave her a little extra spunk, and I kind of like it. I smirk.
“You kind of are. I mean, that’s exactly the arrangement we made.”
“You paid me one million dollars for a month of going to events like this with you and spending time with you as you require. Waving money at me like, what? Like I’m some kind of whore or something? What’s next? An extra hundred for a blowjob?”
My dick twitches, and the words are out of my mouth before I even think about it. “I’m up for it if you are, baby.”
I realize just in time that she’s raised her hand to slap me, and I grab her wrist before she can make contact. She struggles against me.
“Let go of me, you asshole,” she shouts, and when I don’t let go, she tries even harder to pull away. The way she’s moving has her dress straining over her tits, and it’s all I can take. I pull her in close and my lips crash down onto hers.
Fuck. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. She tenses and struggles for a moment, but I feel it the instant she gives in to what’s been growing between us all night. I press her body up against the windows and tangle my hands in her hair, angling her head so I can devour her gorgeous mouth the way I want to. A tiny, helpless whimper escapes her, and it has me practically dizzy with need. I grab hold of one of her thighs and lift it, pressing my thigh between her legs, and she cries out at the contact of my leg to her pussy, my hard-on pressing into her belly.
“Dante,” she whimpers, and I kiss her again, my tongue delving between her lips, my thigh pressing against her, and when she grinds her pussy against my leg, I practically roar in victory. She’s just as needy as I am right now, and I have no qualms at all about taking advantage of that.
I pick her up and carry her down the hall to my bedroom. She’s panting, trembling a little, just as out of her mind as I am.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” I growl as I set her down. I quickly pull down the zipper at the back of her dress and push it off of her body, watching as it puddles around her feet, which are still in the heels my assistant bought for her. She wasn’t wearing a bra with the dress, and her full tits are there now, on display for me.
“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur as my gaze runs down her body. Her body is soft, curvaceous, and I can only imagine how good it’s going to feel having her under me. She’s wearing tiny, lacy red panties, and I have the feeling I’ll be reliving this moment in my wet dreams for a very long time.
I reach out and run my fingertips over her shoulder, then down, gently tracing the side of her full, luscious breast, then down her side, over her hip.
“Tell me you want this, baby,” I say, meeting her eyes. My voice is hoarse, and if she says no now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. “I need to hear the words, Samantha.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Yes, what?”
She blushes prettily and glances away, and I cup her chin and force her to look up at me. Her eyes are wide, and she licks her lips. I can’t help myself: I lean in and claim her lips again, and she whimpers as I kiss, lick, and nibble her full lower lip.
“Tell me, Samantha,” I repeat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want that,” she whispers. I smile. I’m determined. She’s not going to play innocent with me forever.
“Want what? I want to hear you say it. You’ll say so much more before this is over. Tell me,” I say, and she responds immediately to the command in my voice.
“I want you to fuck me, Dante. Please,” she whispers.
Perfect. She is fucking perfect. My mouth crashes down onto hers again, and my only thought now is how many times I can make her come before I finally find the relief I’ve needed since that first moment at the Calla Club.