Chapter 5
Dante
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers digging deeper into Lucia’s sweat-soaked hair.
She’s sucked me dry and swallowed every drop of my cum, so the rush of wet heat over the sensitive crown of my cock when she accepts me back into her mouth is too intense to ignore.
I’m still hard enough to drill the Antarctic, and I want more, but since my plan to coax her into my world fell apart ten seconds into her performance, I need to level the playing field.
When Lucia smiles, loving my hissed response, my bone-dry mouth twitches into a playful smirk, and the thrill of the chase races through my veins.
I’m on her before I remember that this isn’t what our meeting is supposed to be about. I kiss her while snickering at how quickly she unraveled my plan.
I was supposed to be calm, professional, and respectful. I came to observe her in a neutral environment so it wouldn’t feel threatening, before suggesting ways she’d be a better fit for my team.
The idea was to ease her into working with me beforepushing a personal objective I couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard I tried to rationalize that it wasn’t feasible.
I didn’t come into this meeting expecting my dick to be sucked.
The old, outdated practices of our world no longer work now that I’m a father. My daughter will not be traded to strengthen family ties, and she will not be expected to marry for anything but love. Change needs to happen. That’s why I promised myself I’d step back from my eldest brother’s way of thinking about tossing his woman over his shoulder and forcing an unbreakable connection.
I have no desire to force someone to be with me. I want a real connection.
And then Lucia stepped onto the stage, and my brain turned to mush.
The lights caught her hair first. They were bright enough to make the soft wash of brown look closer to the golden locks I’d envisioned all week while stroking my cock and to emphasize every incredible curve she has.
When she moved toward the pole, the room shifted. It was a subtle lean, as if gravity had reoriented itself around her. I’d rehearsed the respectful, measured lines I planned to deliver, but one spin around the pole and suddenly none of it mattered.
I hate what she has to do to make a living. Everything I’ve done over the past six months to keep my daughter out of a job like this was suddenly in front of me, showing me how much more still needs to be done.
Then I saw how alive she became when she focused on her performance rather than what she was wearing while doing it.
I’ve seen talent. I’ve hired plenty of it in my late twenties. Entire empires are built around people who can command a room. But Lucia’s performance was something else. It wasn’t solely her skill that mesmerized me. It wasn’t even her charisma. It was an instant electric spark that grew impossible to ignore in a shockingly short time. It’s the addiction you don’t see coming until it slaps you hard across the face, and you find yourself spendingmonths in rehab.
My breath caught. It actually fucking caught.
And then my dick hardened.
This wasn’t my intention. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. I was meant to negotiate a mutually beneficial arrangement solely for Camille’s well-being.
Anything beyond that was a bonus.
Negotiating is the last thing on my mind now.
I’ve not had a thirst like this for an extremely long time, and it’s only going to be quenched one way.
Lucia’s heels dig into the carpet when I lick her through the metallic-printed material clinging to the lines of her drenched pussy. She arches her back, lifting her delicious-smelling cunt to my mouth.
Too impatient to slide her panties down her thighs, I slip them to the side with my thumb, then marvel at the spectacular visual.
“You have such a pretty cunt,angelo.So pretty and pink.”
I’m glad I was alert enough at the start of my night to ask my brothers, Matteo and Nico, to join me. Even if money couldn’t buy me the privacy I craved for our negotiation, Matteo’s get-the-fuck-out-of-my-face expression means no one will be game to come within three hundred feet of this room, meaning I can take my time getting acquainted with Lucia’s pussy. Nico’s technical skills will ensure that everything that occurs in this room stays here.
“Please,” Lucia begs, grinding the air.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
