CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DANTE

How better to step out as a new don, a free and powerful man, than The Syndicate Masquerade Ball?

Every year, the families put on the event where key players and prominent people such as businessmen, politicians, actors, and entrepreneurs come together to raise money for some cause.

Usually one that our activities caused.

Gambling addiction.

Drug addiction.

Wounded heroes.

Although, one would argue that the government is far more to blame than us. We just arm...well, everyone else in the world.

No one, and I mean no one, goes near trafficking.

Why? Because half these motherfuckers are involved. Shook me to the core when I learned the faces you see on the TV, in the movies, and on the Forbes five fucking hundred were the same ones attending parties and shelling out money.

What they do afterward, I am not going into right now.

Fucked-up shit.

That’s what it is.

So this little shindig brings everyone together to open their wallets, clear their conscience, and sip martinis as if they're not pieces of shit.

Although we all know they are.

No one in the room is innocent.

It’s all smoke and goddamn mirrors.

I don’t even know who the chosen charity is tonight. It’s irrelevant. The corrupt will show up in droves and business will take place in the dark corners.

Others will observe, and phones will ring tomorrow.

Or later tonight.

No one will be expecting me. They all think I’m remaining in my own shadows after my father’s death and the FBI raiding our warehouse.

Nor will they expect me to walk in with Adelina Baldoni on my arm and make such a bold statement.

But I am going to do just that.

With a smile.

“I’m coming with you,” Mama says, and while I am sick and tired of arguing with her, having another Baldassare attending, given Gianna is still missing in fucking action, is not a bad idea.

I’ve left her over twenty messages, and let me tell you, they are getting less and less friendly.

“ Gia! Get your ass back home fucking now. That’s an order.”

Okay, so not friendly at all. Then again, I’m not trying for brother of the year, so whatever.

“Take your driver.” I tell her, and nod to Nick to make sure everything is in place to ensure my mother’s protection for the night.

He nods at Jono, who nods at someone else and...my men do their thing. I shake my head and head upstairs to prepare for the evening.

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TWO HOURS LATER, I stand in the lobby waiting for Adelina to step out of her, well, prison cell.

I glance at my watch, then tug on the sleeve of my tuxedo.

She’s making me wait.

I upset her today, not responding to her naked advances.

Let me tell you, it took every ounce of willpower and strength I had within me not to.

I meant what I said. I would have fucked her with a force I’m not sure either of us could come back from. Needless to say, my shower was long and relieved me of some of my tension.

Tonight, having her on my arm is going to make an enormous statement. Carlos will be there and unfortunately for him, there are rules in place.

No violence.

Gangsters might have questionable morals, but we have rules in our world. Tonight is one of those events where the families demand we leave our differences at the door. The heads of the families agreed decades ago that this evening is one we, and our business associates, can attend without retribution or revenge.

There can be no threats.

No gunfire.

No murder.

No...you get the point.

I’m not the first don to take advantage of the situation, nor will I be the last. Adelina’s father will have to stand back and watch me walk in with her...

And leave.

I glance at my watch again and see that it’s been over ten minutes.

“For the love of—” I spin around and stop dead in my tracks.

Holy shit.

Draped in blood red shimmering fabric, Adelina steps toward me looking like she has death and lust running through her veins.

My cock turns to steel.

Fuck me. She looks every bit a gangster bride.

Powerful, beautiful, and lethal.

Her dark hair is sleek and twisted over one shoulder, her lashes thick and dark, framing her stunning green eyes.

My gaze runs the length of her and back up again.

Every inch of her screams sex, and while I will kill any man who stares at her for too long, this is exactly how I want her to look.

Like she’s mine.

No one is going to question our relationship when they see her on my arm.

There’s not a single mobster in this country who wouldn’t marry her, not just to be aligned with her father, but to taste her as I did recently.

And will again.

Sadly, they won’t. If they try, I will cut their fucking tongue out and frame it. So she knows who she belongs to.

“Kitten,” I say when she stops in front me with sizzling anger in her eyes.

“Asshole.” She goes to turn away, but I grip her face.

There’s death in her eyes as I lower my mouth to hers.

My kiss is barely there, not wanting to mess her bold red lips or start something we have no time to finish. Although the thought of her lips on my cock has me eager to get her in the car.

“You will do as I say tonight.” I keep my grip on her jaw tight.

“If I don’t?” She raises a brow.

“Your father will be there. Do you really want to run back to him, only to be shipped off to Ralph D or Massimo, who has been sniffing around?” I lift my own brow. “Unless you enjoy sucking every cock you meet.”

Her eyes dart away, and a hint of blush hits her cheeks. I smirk, knowing she’s remembering having mine down her throat and gagging recently.

Fuck, I’m always hard when this woman is near me.

“No? Then you will obey me.” Turning, I take her hand, and we walk out of the house to the vehicle. I guide her into the back seat, aware of every single soldier around us.

I’ve ordered a heavy presence with us for the evening.

As I climb in, I see Nick hopping into the front of the limousine. Jono is in the car behind us.

When the door shuts, I widen my legs and get comfortable, undoing my black tuxedo jacket. Adelina sits opposite me, the red of her dress floating on either side of her legs due to the high front split, almost exposing her panties.

“You will not sit tonight.” I tell her.

“Can I breathe?” She rolls her eyes. “You know my father is going to take me the moment we leave the event.”

Adelina knows the rules, just as any mafia family member does.

I lean forward. “No one is taking you. You belong to me. Tonight, we are making it official.”

She glances away, shaking her head.

I sit back and push the button to give us privacy. We have a thirty-minute drive, and my cock is way too hard to make small talk.

“Widen your legs.” I order.

“Jesus, Dante. I’m not your sex toy,” Adelina replies, as if I’m a pain in her butt.

Not yet, but one day I will be.

“You didn’t want to even look at me earlier. So fuck you.”

“Spread your legs,” I repeat and unzip my pants. After interrupting her little naked games today, I know she’s desperate to be touched.

To have release.

I was too wound up with work and watching her on my phone app to touch her a few hours ago. Jesus, she thought my men were watching. I could have killed her.

As she continues to disobey me, I grit my teeth.

I’m ready to smash a hand through the glass windows if I don’t get my mouth on her again. I won’t fuck her. Not until I know she’s in love with me. But we can do a lot of things until she’s ready.

My cock freed, I wrap a hand around it and Adelina licks her lips. Sliding my hand up and down the shaft, I stretch out a leg and knock at her foot.

Her knees fall open.

Her moan hits me in the cock as I wipe my thumb over the end, sweeping the precum off it.

“One last warning.” My free arm rests on the seat behind me as I sink into the leather and speed up my stroking.

I’m less contained than I look and when she finally obeys, I know she’s figured it out.

“Fuck you, Dante.”

Her legs open, the red fabric bunches up around her thighs, and her pussy comes into view.

Bare.

With juices pooling at her entrance.

Fuck.

My hand tightens around my cock.

“Touch yourself.” I demand roughly.

With no hesitation, the hand not clutching the edge of the seat slides between her thighs and she plunges her fingers inside her cunt.

Motherfucker.

She arches and her moans fill the vehicle like she’s been waiting for this for days.

I know I have.

But fuck, I’m not going to last. My eyes are glued to her as she fucks her pussy, her tits pushed out, and she makes no attempt to hide her pleasure.

My fist is not enough.

Not fucking enough!

I reach out and pull Adelina onto my lap. Her hand flies free, and she lets out a cry to steady herself. But I have full control.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I position her and shove her dress out of the way.

I don’t yet know. All I know is that my cock needs to feel her. I won’t penetrate her, but it needs to touch her juices and feel her pussy.

Yanking my dress pants down my legs, I pull her ass against my cock. Her bare ass is hot against my cock.

“No. Dante, no,” she shudders, her hands digging into my forearms.

“I won’t. Keep touching yourself and follow my lead.” I growl into her hair.

My hard cock slides between her ass and along her pussy as I move her along the shaft.

“Oh fuck,” she cries as it rubs through her pussy, nudging eagerly at her wet entrance.

“Rub your clit,” I order.

Her hand lifts off my arm, and I know the minute she does. I hear her moan.

I close my eyes and guide her body along my cock faster. Back and forth. Each time, her dripping cunt retracts and tries to clamp onto my shaft like a hungry animal.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

When she tilts her body, attempting to take me inside, it almost tips me over the edge.

It would be so easy...

In two seconds, I could be inside her. Both of us getting what we need. Pure pleasure. Connection.

To claim one another.

“I need—” Adelina begins, and suddenly lifts, her pussy clamping around the head of my cock

Fuck!

“No.” I pull her off.

“Dante!” she cries, digging her nails into my arm.

I slide back to the original position and keep moving. Fast. Faster.

I’m close.

So close.

Reaching around Adelina’s shuddering body, I take over and rub her clit in circles eagerly.

“Come for me kitten.” I demand. “Close your eyes and imagine my cock inside you. Imagine me filling you with my power and all those delicious nerve endings firing in symmetry.”

“I hate you,” she cries, arching against my chest, jolting as she keeps trying to get my shaft back inside her.

“Naughty little cunt. Now come, Adelina,” I say, smacking her pussy.

She screams.

I smack it again and feel her juices pour from her.

Then a third time.

My blood turns to fire, my cock exploding as she shudders around it and digs her fingers into my forearms. Together, our moans of pleasure fill the cab of the vehicle and it’s like we are gliding through heaven together. Not connected as much as we both want, but close enough.

Addy’s body slumps back against my chest, and I kiss her neck.

“Good girl,” I rumble.