I really don’t want to know the details of the night he murdered Evan. It’s taken days for me to put the depraved act out of my mind and forget about the fact that Dante killed for me.
“It was a mistake that I deeply regret,” I admit, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. Hereallyscares me sometimes. “It should have been you all along.”
He looks at me with warm, honeyed eyes that mask his dangerous side. “I’m glad you understand that, flower.”
His lips are soft and warm as leans in and kisses me, and despite the place his mind just came from, my cheeks flame.
“Do you want to split a dessert?” I ask when I pull away, face flushed and heart racing. I desperately need something cold to cool me down.
“I’ll buy you whatever you want, Essence, but I’d rather haveyoufor dessert,” he says, but not quietly enough for my liking.
I turn my head and look around the dining room to make sure no one heard him.
“You can’t talk like that in here,” I chastise him. He ignores me, though, and runs his hand up the inside of my thigh.
Dante leans in close. “Look at that couple over there.”
He points to a table across the room in the corner opposite ours. The man and woman are going at it as if they aren’t in a crowded public place. He’s got his hand up her dress, and when I focus enough I can see the slight movement of his arm. He doesn’t give her a chance to breathe as he devours her mouth with his.
Dante’s hand glides higher and higher until he’s reached my clit. He groans when he feels that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Fuck, fiore,” he growls in my ear, that slight Italian accent doing me in once again. “You’re killing me.”
Leaning against Dante, we’re silent as we watch the man pleasure his date. His movements are fast and jerky as he continues to finger her. Dante dips his own finger inside of me before pulling it out and rubbing my arousal over my clit. I gasp and try to close my legs, but he bites the shell of my ear in warning.
“We can’t do this here,” I say through gritted teeth, trying hard not to moan.
I can feel him smirk against my hair when he asks, “You’ve never had sex in public before?”
“No! What if someone sees us?—?”
“Like we’re watching them over there?” he asks matter-of-factly. “They’re so into each other that they don’t even know they have an audience.”
I let out a breath as he swirls his finger around in a circle. My belly clenches with need. “Dante?—”
“Relax, baby,” he whispers, grabbing my chin and turning me back to the couple across the room. “Live a little, why don’t you?”
I try to frown, but he grabs my clit between his thumb and forefinger and applies the slightest bit of pressure as he strokes me up and down. My toes curl from the feeling, and I have to fight the urge to let my head fall back.
“Good girl,” he murmurs close to my ear. I swear I could come just from his praise alone.
Across the room, tremors wrack the woman’s body as she nears her orgasm. The man never once breaks their kiss, doesn’t let her catch her breath for one moment.
That’s probably for the best because she ends up moaning into his mouth. To my surprise, no one else around them hears or even seems to notice what they’re doing.
Dante and I watch everything, and he doesn’t stop pleasuring me even after the man has made his date climax.
“They’re done, Dante,” I breathe, wiggling to try to get him to stop, but he won’t let me go.
“And?” he asks. “That doesn’t meanwe’redone. I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers.”
He continues to rub small circles over that bundle of nerves, driving me over the edge. My breathing is labored, chest heaving and body covered in sweat. I have to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
I silently plead with him to stop, but I can’t focus on anything other than how he’s making me feel right now.
He manages to draw out his torture, leaving me panting and breathless and desperate for release, and I'm almost afraid Iwon’t get it, but then he snakes his free hand around my waist and pricks me with something.
I gasp, mostly from the surprise of it, but then the sharp pain turns into pleasure.
