Page 9 of Danica's Revenge

“Good boy.Maybe I’ll let you take this dress off me later.”Danica winks seductively.Always one for games.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Thank you,Miss.”

“How’s your ass?”she whispers back.

“Nervous.”Around us, some of the most dangerous men and women in the city are enjoying their drinks and making small talk, completely unaware of anything.All they've seen is a beautiful woman entering and the intimate greeting I've given her.I’m sure the older Italian women will gossip about this for days to come.They’ve all been trying to set me up with nieces and friends-of-friends since my wife died.And now suddenly, a very young beautiful woman appears by my side out of nowhere…She’s young enough to be his daughter,they’ll say.Probably not very smart with a rack like that…I don’t care about any of that.With Danica by my side, I care about little besides keeping her safe—and pleased.

“Should we see what this button does?”Danica grins, taking the small black remote out of her cleavage.

I shudder in anticipation, knowing full well what that button does.When she'd first bent me over her lap earlier this evening to insert the butt plug, I'd naively thought it would be afungame to play.Bending over her lap is always so arousing to me.Especially when she is spanking me.But tonight wasn’t for spanking.No, tonight she'd carefully slipped a lubed finger up my ass—first one, then two—before guiding the rubber toy into my tight hole.I could feel my erection growing against her thighs.

When I'd gotten up, she made me stand against the wall, hard cock out and facing her.I was wearing my formal shirt already, tie loosely draped around my neck.Socks but nothing else on my bottom half.I felt embarrassed, standing there like a little schoolboy before her, plug in my ass.

Danica had wrapped her delicate little hands around my cock and I groaned loudly.Nothing can compare to her touch, nothing.It’s all I ever yearn for.Still holding on, she'd pressed the on button on the discreet remote.It looked small, harmless, but when I'd felt the jolt in my ass, I'd realized it was anything but harmless.I'd jumped, exclaiming loudly as the first vibrations buzzed around the nerve endings in my prostate.The feeling was close to overwhelming.I'd gasped for air, panting, as I tried to keep my composure.She hadn’t turned it off immediately; she just held onto my shaft, feeling it twitch and jump as the plug stimulated my hole.

Danica had stopped before I came, leaving me on the edge, pre-cum dripping from my rock-hard cock.She bent down, kissing it lovingly before giving it a hard smack that sent me doubled over in pain on the floor.No cumming without permission, she had repeated.

“Please, Danica.Have a heart,” I whisper, looking around the foyer now.

She pushes her body against mine, my renewed erection pressing against her.I know that’s what she is checking for.She grins, satisfied.

“I have a heart.”Danica presses the button, putting it on the lowest setting.It takes every ounce of self-control to keep my face straight.“But it’s a black one.”

Every second is torture, but relief washes over me when Danica presses the button again to turn it off.

“I should never have agreed to this,” I say, near panting from straining so much.

“No, darling.You shouldn’t have.”

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Chapter six

Brother

“Aren’tyouasightfor sore eyes,” an unfamiliar voice whispers behind me, too close.I spin around, ready to throw my drink in some asshole’s face.But it’s not just any asshole…It’s unmistakably him.

“Hello, Luca,” I say stiffly.

“Danica,mi cara.”Luca smiles the most charming smile I’ve ever seen.He takes my hand to kiss it, pressing his lips to my skin for way too long.

I look him up and down, studying his intense yet mischievous dark eyes.He is obviously a Fera.

I don’t remember him being this attractive.We’d only met once—on his 35th birthday—that chaotic day it all began.That was the night that Dante's story became intertwined with mine, when he threw me over his shoulder and basically kidnapped me (though his version has always been that hesavedme).

“You look beautiful tonight.”Luca bows gently, still holding onto my hand.His hands are soft, warm, almost elegant.I can’t help but compare them to Dante’s large, rough hands, instantly imagining them all over my body—first Dante’s but then, involuntarily, Luca’s too.

“Thank you.You clean up pretty well yourself,” I reply.“Except for your face, of course.”A fresh cut runs over his cheek, down his neck, and into his shirt.It makes him look dangerous.I want to touch it, I’m not sure why.He looks so much like Dante but also so different.He doesn’t have that haunted look in his eyes, the pain Dante carries with him.It is a different pain perhaps.

“You know, this business we’re in…it’s a tough job,” Luca shrugs, smiling broadly.

“I’ve noticed.”

He squeezes my hand.“Where has my brother been hiding you?”

“Ah, so charming, aren’t we?”I tease.“He hasn’t beenhidingme.I’m pretty good at hiding myself.I had a big assignment due for varsity.But also, you know…books,” I shrug.I’ve never been particularly social, not for my age at least.If I could stay curled up in bed with my Kindle all day, I would.Some days I do.

“I’m glad we finally get to meet properly.”He still hasn’t let go of my hand and I am lost in his gaze.I feel like the only person in the room.

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