Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

DANTE

T he look in her eyes as she hits her knees and works me out of my pants is fiendish. It would have me doing her bidding in a flash if she were to demand something of me. I passed Brynne earlier today as I left Alyssa’s room, and she threatened me. She told me not to touch her friend again if my intentions were impure, and I promised her I wouldn’t hurt Alyssa. But with her on her knees, her hand working down my shaft as she prepares to suck me deep into that beautiful, sassy mouth of hers, I can’t promise that all my intentions are pure.

“Go on, minaccia, suck. Then, I’ll take all those pesky fears of yours away. Better hurry; if the clock strikes midnight before you make me come, you won’t get what you were promised.”

Her eyes heat eagerly, and she slides me into her mouth, the tip of me hitting her throat in soft resistance.

My piercings shift through my cock and add a euphoric feeling to the way she bobs on me at a pace that will have me coming in no time.

I fist her hair to slow her down, and she whines.

“I didn’t mean that you could rush my pleasure, minaccia. After all, you want something from me, don’t you? Men like me get paid upfront.”

Her blue eyes darken at the mention of my day job, and I register the way she keeps her eyes on me while sliding me past her gag reflex, her throat constricting in a fight around the head of me.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, lolling my head back with the distinct feeling I just lost the upper hand in this battle. “Fuck, do it again, baby, please,” I plead, and she does, this time, moving her throat around me, even when her gag reflex isn’t shouting in alarm.

“Alyssa,” I warn, feeling the telltale tingle of an orgasm rounding the corner, but she’s determined to finish me off, adding a hand and stroking in twisting curls behind her rapturous mouth.

It’s not long before I’m fucking her mouth, knees bent, and body bowed to her in servitude, every muscle in my body becoming rigid as cum races through my shaft.

“Going to come, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience when my dick erupts, and I hear her gasping around spurts of cum as she swallows them, still trying to breathe.

“Mmm,” I moan. “Swallow it all down. There’s my good girl. God, you look so fucking good on my cock.”

She flicks her eyes up at me, and I see a flash of the greedy little fiend hiding in her blue depths, and I know I’ve met my match in her.

She cleans my softening length—which I know won’t stay that way for long, not around her.

“On your feet,” I tell her, and she pops off my cock to listen, her flushed face streaked with tears from how deep I fucked her throat.

I want nothing more than to kiss her cock-bruised lips, but I haven’t kissed anyone since Anna. Not even when I’ve fallen into the bed of passing strangers after too many drinks.

I don’t know if I’m ready for that, just like Alyssa isn’t prepared for more than one night.

So I need to make it count.

It’s Eleven-forty-five, and soon we’ll land back in the city. This is all going to become some far-off dream that we both wonder about for days to come, wonder if it ever truly happened.

“Seems I owe you something, don’t I?” I ask her, bunching her flowy skirt and finding knee-high boots running up her legs. Her panties were already pressed to the side like she’d been playing with her pussy out of sight while she sucked me off.

The thought makes me weak in the fucking knees.

I crouch, and she stops me, shaking her head.

“Fuck me. I want you inside me.”

My cock fills with blood at her pleading, and I rise, letting her see my bodily reaction to her words—to her in general.

“You’re sure that’s what you want? You don’t know what I can do with my tongue, minaccia.”

She grabs my dick, scooting closer to the edge of the sink as she wraps her feet behind my knees. Déjà Vu plays images of her earlier on the canvas of my mind, and I lick my lips.

She watches hungrily as I swat her hand away and take my dick from her, pressing it through her wetness to coat it for easier thrusting before I find her entrance, waggling my piercings back and forth to tease her.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Her groans are passive and so fucking sexy that I forgo taunting her more and jut forward, bottoming out inside her in one thrust.

We both shout simultaneously like two demons breaking the seal of hell after eternities of trying.

“Fast, hurry. Fuck me faster,” she says, gripping my ass as I look down at my watch and see that midnight is approaching too rapidly.

“Whatever you want, minaccia.” I slip both hands into her wild blonde hair and use it as leverage as I batter her insides with hard, long strokes.

Her hand drops between us, and I take a hand out of her hair to shoo it away.

“Mine,” I snarl, finding her clit with my fingers and bringing her closer to climax.

The turbulence that started all this is long gone, but I’m grateful for it, either way.

“Yours,” she pliantly agrees, but I know it’s all bullshit.

She will walk out of this bathroom as if nothing happened between us, and I will move on with my life in the same manner.

This can’t continue on New York soil; there’s too much at stake and too much going on.

She also makes me far too off-kilter for my liking, and I don’t know how I’d function if I continued to pursue her.

Especially in the aggressive way I have been.

“Dante,” she whines, clinging to me as her orgasm overwhelmingly rears its ugly head.

The fear of letting go is evident in her frantic eyes.

I wrap around her tightly, tugging her head back with the hand I still have gripped in her hair.

“I’ve got you, minaccia. Let go, I’ve got you,” I purr, breathing erratically as my dick begs to come.

Her eyes dose with awareness as her pussy buckles around me, her cries resounding through the space like those of a battle-ready Greek Goddess.

“There you go,” I praise, “There you go.”

I’m losing the war with my orgasm, but I want her to finish.

“Dante,” she warns, noticing that I’m losing control. “Dante!”

At the last second, I pull out and angle my cock down toward the floor, moaning as my head falls into her chest, eyes watching the cum that paints the floor.

“Fucking hellllllll,” I drawl out, eyes nearly crossing.

When I come back to and draw away from her, she slides off the counter, careful not to step in my puddle of cum.

She wraps around me, her ear against my chest as my heart beats out of rhythm for her behind my ribcage.

When she pulls back and I lean down, I’m caught in something more substantial than us.

Trapped in the force field fucking her created. My lips graze hers, and she moans.

When she peels back, I’m startled and still breathing haphazardly when she grabs my wrist, taps the screen of my Apple Watch to life, and sees it’s past twelve.

Her blue eyes wander back to meet mine, and sadness grows in them. “Dante.”

I exhale a breath of remorse at her tone. “Alyssa.”

I watch in a haze as she uses the toilet, washes up, and then steps back out into the main cabin as I’m still standing against the wall of the bathroom, cock out, body in shock, and heart-tugging in a million different directions.

I need to get it together, though.

Because when we land, the world has the potential to get far bloodier as we move through this familial merger.

As the Ricci Family Enforcer, I have to keep my fucking head clear.

But as long as Alyssa Roebach purely exists, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to manage that.

How does one convince the girl with walls so high that not even a giant could get over them to let them fall?

I don’t have the answer right now, but by the time I step into the cabin and see her curled up in one of the chairs, her coat over her body with soft snores coming out of her mouth, I know I’ve got to get a plan together.

There’s no going back to before Alyssa.

There’s only after her.