Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands into fists and decided to square her shoulders and get this over with. It wouldn’t be long before another social gathering or party happened, and she wanted them to be ready.
She moved toward him, and then as she stood right in front of him, Dante reached for her hand. With one tug she wasn’t expecting, it made her fall against him. Dante used this to his advantage and moved her into position so she was seated on his lap.
“There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
She wanted to argue with him, but instead, she shook her head. No, this wasn’t hard.
She was only sitting on his lap, and then she couldn’t help but jump as his fingers touched her inner thigh, just past her knee, at the hem of her negligee. She hadn’t worn any shorts. Aria suddenly realized she hadn’t thought this one through. She was in his office wearing only a negligee, and now she was on his lap. This might not end as well as she hoped.
“What’s the matter, Aria?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
He started to stroke the inside of her thigh. At first, she felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to his touches, not like this, but then seconds passed, maybe even minutes, and the touch changed. She felt how sensual it was, and then he moved up her thigh another inch.
“I’ve been an asshole, Aria, and now I want you to trust me.”
“Okay,” she said. Trust was the last thing she felt, but she had to do this.
He traveled up her thigh and she couldn’t help but stop him by putting a hand directly over his.
“Trust me,” he said. “I can make this feel good. All you’ve got to do is have a little faith.
She knew it was easy for him to say. Sex hadn’t been good. It wasn’t like in the movies or the books. Dante was trying to prove otherwise.
Aria knew this was going to cause a problem. She wasn’t designed to enjoy sex. Some women were, but not her.
Releasing his hand, she squeezed her own into fists and hoped against hope that this ended a lot better than she thought it would.
The way he stroked up her thigh, going toward the apex, right against her pussy. She wore a pair of panties, but Dante didn’t seem to mind them, as he moved them out of the way. Now, his naked palm touched her pussy.
“Relax,” he said.
She hadn’t even realized she tensed up.
He stroked the fine hairs that covered her pussy, and slowly she began to relax, because that wasn’t so bad. When his finger glided through her slit, she wasn’t ready, nor when he grazed her clit. She jerked within his arms.
Dante had already put the glass of whiskey down on the table beside his seat. With his now free hand, he banded it across her waist, stopping her from moving.
“I’ve got you. It’s okay, let your body feel. Relax. You can enjoy this.” He stroked across her clit and Aria couldn’t believe the pleasure that rushed through her body. She wasn’t expecting it.
Her eyes closed as mini explosions seemed to be going off throughout her body.
Dante didn’t hurry with his strokes, he continued to tease her clit and it felt so good. When he did move from her clit and sink down into her pussy, she heard his growl. What she hadn’t expected was her own confused moan as there was pleasure there as well, in every touch.
Her body no longer felt like her own. She didn’t know what to expect, and she loved every second of it. The pleasure was intense, and she didn’t want it to stop.
He drew his fingers back to her clit, and now as he touched she sensed a change. As if he was determined to take something from her, only she didn’t know what until he thrust her over the edge into a pleasure she hadn’t been expecting, but was a welcome surprise.
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The following day, Dante felt Aria’s gaze on him.
He’d brought her to orgasm last night, escorted her to her room to rest, and then took care of his own pleasure in the bathroom before going to sleep himself. His dreams had been filled with his wife, which was unusual.
Dante hadn’t slept well in years. Not since the first time his family home was invaded by the enemy. The night he had to make his first kill. His father hadn’t been home, but away on business.
One of their enemy mafia families had tried to invade, to take over his father’s turf, to take their domain for their own. Pesci had been expanding for years, drawing their enemies smaller and smaller.
That night, three men attacked his home. Four of their soldiers were killed. Dante was able to raise the alarm, and he killed all three of the men—one of who had attempted to rape his mother. Since then, he’d not slept well.