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What is going on in his life if he feels the same way I do?
That’s the million-dollar question that won’t be answered until he wants to.
I tucked that thought away for later as we belt out the last few lines together. I try to hit a high note, but it sounds more like a seagull squawking more than anything else. Dante laughs at my attempt. I instantly halt as the sound reaches my ears. It’s the most incredible sound I have ever heard, making me want to try and hit another high note just to get him to laugh again.
I try again, resulting in the same seagull-like noise that makes Dante laugh even harder this time. He hits the next high with perfect pitch that astounds me.
The song slowly starts to fade out, and both of us are panting from singing so hard. I didn’t even notice that the car was parked outside of a massive gate, but that’s not what mattered to me right now. There is only one thing I want.
I lean across the center console and take what I want. My lips press against his, needing to connect with him. His strong, muscled arms wrapped around me, holding me close so I can’t escape. Not that I wanted to. His lips dance with mine in perfect synchronization, like we have been doing this for years. One of his hands glided up my back and into my hair, gripping it tight, moving me to where he wants me. A soft moan leaves my lips, loving how he is controlling me.
Dante growls back. The sound sending waves through my body straight to my pussy. I wish I could straddle him right now, but the car doesn’t leave enough space for that. I take my hand, place it on his knee, gliding it up until I feel the very large, hard bulge in his pants. I start stroking him through his pants, loving the feeling of it twitching against my palm. I glide my hand up higher, wanting to undo his belt and take his pants off. Before I can reach the buckle, his hand shoots down, grabbing mine.
“You have no idea how much I want you to continue what you are doing, but if you don’t, I am going to fuck you in this car and that’s not how I want out first time to be.”
“Probably a good idea not to lose my virginity in the back seat of a car,” I say and instantly regret it. Why did I tell him I’m a virgin?
Dante pulls back from me, looking deep into my eyes for the truth in my words. I groan as I try to hide my face, knowing it’s a bright shade of red right now. Dante grabs my hands, slowly peeling them away from my face. I don’t know what I expected to see on his face, but I was greeted with the kindest face I could have imagined.
“Don’t be embarrassed, darling.” He starts.
I bite my bottom lip, trying hard not to be, but the feeling isn’t going away. I can feel my cheeks redden the more he looks at me. I want to pull away, but he grips the back of my neck, holding me close to him.
“I mean it, Serena. Don’t be embarrassed that you’re a virgin. At least your first experience will be better than mine was.” Dante’s voice is quiet while saying the last sentence, like he wishes he didn’t say it, or I didn’t hear.
“Can I ask?”
Dante sighs before pulling away from me. He nervously runs his hand through his dark, black hair. “My first time isn’t something I am proud of. I was 16,” He starts, but before he can finish his sentence, his phone starts ringing.
Dante curses under his breath before answering it. I listen as he rambles off some Italian to whoever is on the other line. His voice is dark, powerful, dominant, and beyond sexy. Listening to him speak in Italian is sending more shivers down my spine to my core.
The more Dante listens to whoever, the more rigid his body gets. Something is wrong, that much is for sure. He replies one last time before hanging up the call and tossing his phone in the cup holder.
“Do you mind if we make a pitstop?”
“Whatever you need to do.” I smile.
Dante turns the car around and drives back into the city. The air is thick with the tension that is radiating from him. I reach my hand over, grabbing his, hoping to give some small semblance of comfort. Dante doesn’t look at me, but he grips my hand, holding it tight. I see the corner of his lip curve into a small smile, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I don’t know Richmond well, at all, but I start to recognize the street leading to The Den. Dante parks his car in front of the entrance. Before we could undo our seatbelts, two valets rushed over to open our doors. Dante got out first. I sit, watching as he runs around the car to my side. He presents his hand for me to grab. I took his hand in mine and step out of his car. Without looking, or caring, he tosses the keys to one of the valet drivers before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me inside.
As soon as we enter the restaurant, the room goes silent. The workers all bowing their heads to Dante. A group of seven men is sitting at the back of the restaurant. All of whom are wearing suits that look like they cost more than my car.
The men seem to range from the age of mid-thirties to their late fifties. All of whom are giving varying looks of confusion. Yeah, I know. I don’t belong here, but take that up with your boss. He is the one who dragged me here to this…meeting of some sort.
Not wanting to intrude, I try to walk over to the bar to give Dante some space, but he holds me tighter and steers me over to the back table. I want to protest. To say that I am fine by myself until he is done, but one look at Dante’s stony face, it’s not a battle I would win.
All the men stand, bowing their heads until Dante acknowledged them. They all sit, and Dante takes the last seat. I awkwardly stand beside him, not knowing what I should do. Dante’s hand glides from my waist to my back, slowly rubbing small, comforting circles. He doesn’t look at me, just waits for someone to say something.
A man in his mid-fifties is the first to speak. His dark brown hair is shaved short on the sides and a little longer on top. His deep green eyes keep glancing at me out of the corner of them, but his attention never leaves Dante. It feels like he is assessing me, judging me, but not in a bad way. Almost like he wants to see if I am good enough for Dante.
He is speaking Italian, so I don’t understand a word of what is being said. I keep my eyes down, sensing I am in a room full of powerful men. This seems like the time it would be better to seem like a submissive girl than to possibly step out of line and deal with those consequences.
"Il furgone oscurato è stato avvistato di nuovo la scorsa notte”. The older man says.
"Qualcun altro è scomparso?"Dante replies.
" Nessuno di cui siamo a conoscenza. Ti terremo aggiornato.”
