“Oh Dante,” I whimper. “Harder, take me.”
I close my eyes as I get close, and as always, his expert fingers and thumb know exactly how to get me there.
I moan deep as stars explode in my core, and they shoot all the way through my soul.
As I stare upwards in disbelief, I take in the great cosmos. I moan as my body is racked with surges, and I feel Dante’s cock jerk as he comes.
“Oh, Raven. Oh, God…”
As Dante makes his own savage groan, he holds my hips while he pumps into me. I feel his thick cock surge inside me again, as my molten core throbs and tightens, contractingaround him. I drop down onto him, used up, satiated, and content. I’m where I should be in the universe.
I am where I need to be… with him.
47
DANTE
I wear my navy suit and a black tie, and Raven wears another Renaissance era gown from the wardrobe racks. She looks like royalty, but deep down, I know how filthy she can be.
I called my family members yesterday, and I pitched the basic theme park idea. They all sounded intrigued. In an hour, we will pitch it to them in person, even if I’m slightly on edge.
I’m on edge because after calling my family yesterday, Thomas called out of the blue from New York. It was an emergency, and I’d never seen anything like it.
After, I’d pulled an all nighter with a dozen lawyers in NYC and with my management team. Corporate raiders had targeted my fashion company and others in the US.
They are trying to shake out hotshot designers and poach top talent. They are offering some of the best I have massive fees if they leave and work for them overseas.
I have money on the sidelines to give as bonuses, and we act fast to ensure my best are happy and do not leave. It is aggressive and ruthless, and we’re being hit hard.
Encouraging my very best designers to break contracts is brutal. The legal contracts alone are complex, with somedesigners getting percentages of sales. Some of our senior designers, the best in the world, make millions per year.
I have always invested heavily in every designer I sign to our company. They are like family to me.
I take the attack on my fashion company personally. It’s ruthless, unrelenting, and it’s hard to wage war from afar. I manage my large team, push back, and contain.
The emergency calls and Zooms last all night, and I personally talk to every designer that was approached and offered massive packages and deals.
After endless Zoom calls to our top staff, I was able to fend off the attack.
I only lost three designers, but I had to agree to give a dozen a million a year in bonuses and higher fees. I have also parked another fifty million aside to sweeten the deals. I’m already known for being generous, but I’ll do whatever it takes.
After several more hours, we find what company had launched the all-out war. A war that could have crushed my entire company in time.
I instruct my company brokers, bankers, and personal traders to short their company stocks the next day and we will hit them hard.
It’s important I fight fire with fire and protect what is mine. Even if it will cost me three hundred million more, I need to ensure, on the street, and in the world of fashion,people know…
If you come for me, expect to get bloodied. When it comes to protecting what is mine, I am ruthless.
I am the Lion.
As Ravenand I carry the wooden table and chairs into the large chamber the next day, I pull myself into the now. It’s castle saving time.
My business problems in NYC are mine, and if I cannot handle the rough and tumble in the corporate realm, I have no business being there.
So far, I have avoided pitching the theme park to my overly stuffy mother and father. My uncle, aunt, sister, cousin, and grandmother are plenty to deal with for now.
Once I know we’re in the zone and we’ve tested it some, my parents would be contacted with a similar pitch, if, and only if…
