Page 42 of Pain and Pleasure

He starts fucking me slowly, deeply. Etching himself across every surface that's inside of my body, committing this moment to memory. I look up into his eyes and am rendered speechless. There's so much emotion in their amber depths, stealing my breath and bringing tears to my eyes. I know what I see in his eyes, and I know that he feels it too. I saw it when we learned about the threat of my death earlier. I've felt it with every touch he's given me since. He loves me and we both know it.

"Just say it," I moan around his mouth.

He leans up above me, staring into my eyes and he shoves his hips deep into mine, the tip of his cock pushing against my cervix. My eyes practically cross and I trap his hips between my knees, holding him tight as he burrows into me. I feel the threat of another climax sneak up and all I can do is look into his eyes. His wild, perfect, loving eyes.

"Say it to me, Dante. Say you love me. Because I love you." I cry, tears leaking from my eyes as I shake around his cock, coming in waves.

He's right behind me as his hips slam repeatedly into mine, pausing as I feel the rush of his seed burst into my womb. He roars out and I feel him shake above me. He releases my hands to hold my face between his palms. I bring my hands up to do the same. We're staring at each other like this for a while, breathing rapidly as we come off our high.

He kisses the tears away from my eyelids, his lips traveling across my cheeks and settling on my lips.

"I love you, Esmeralda May. Even if it damns us both, I love you," he whispers across my lips.

It's the last thing I hear before sleep claims me in his arms.

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It's been a week since the incident at Club Rio. Somehow, amongst all the stress, I've finished my business proposal with the help of Dante.

He surprisingly didn't micromanage me as much as I thought he would. He let me take my creative liberty as he gave me constructive criticism, allowing me to craft and complete the blueprint of my dreams. Even if my school doesn't approve of this final project, I do. Because I've created the restaurant of my dreams.

Alongside the completion of my business project, he's also taught me how to use a gun. A Glock 19 to be exact. At first, I was terrified. Somehow this small piece of metal felt as if it was larger than the world as I first held it in my hands, but after the first few rounds I sent to the target he had set up downstairs, the adrenaline began to take hold. It seems that I have an incredible aim, according to him. And I doubt that he was just being kind. I found it easy to be controlled and focused as soon as I held it up. My natural ability surprised the both of us and it made me confident enough to go back to the club.

"Not yet, Esmeralda," he says as I approach him in his office.

"You can't keep me in here forever, you need to be able to track his movements. And you know he only really moves when he sees me," I say, sitting back on his desk in front of him.

He eyes between my spread thighs, but I tilt his chin up to look at me.

"It's too dangerous," he says as he looks at me.

"It wasn't even dangerous last time, Dante. I was perfectly safe. You've taught me how to use a gun, I have several guards and club security. Plus, I'll be on the top floor. I'm literally as safe there as I am here," I say, and he shakes his head as his hands sneak out to grab the tops of my thighs before pulling me to him.

"You're safest in my bed." He growls as he kisses my stomach and trails his lips down to my covered sex. I groan in response.

"I can't stay there forever," I whisper, and he chuckles darkly.

"Oh, but how I wish you could," is all he says before he yanks my pants down and begins to eat me to an orgasm.

As soon as I come, he agrees to let me go. I thank him by sucking him deep into my mouth, smiling with love as he comes.

As soon as I leave his office, I change into a new pair of panties and fix my black dress before loading my purse up with my phone, keys and gun. Dante said I should just carry it on me and not in my bag, but it's hard to conceal a gun in a bodycon dress. Sergio drives me to Club Rio and I am greeted at the front door by Benjamin and two other guards. It is daylight and the club does not open for another two hours, but the men still follow me up to my office, guarding the outside of my door as I close it.

I drafted a new event rollout for the club at home this week in between finishing my business proposal. Dante said whatever I did here at Club Rio can be used on my resume, so I am eager to get to work on it immediately. Once I plug the flash drive into the computer, I decorate my new office as the files transfer and load onto the desktop.

Dante had some of Marianne's co-workers come in to decorate the large wall with fake grass and neon lighting, as well as paint the other walls a very soft grey. The neon lights spelled the wordDreamand even though it seems cliche, I could care less. Because this was my very own office.

I moved around some of the end tables and couches and began to dress them with throw pillows and soft blankets that I ordered online. The furniture came already set up so that all I had to do was add my finishing touches. Once I added candles and a plush rug, I stood back and admired my handiwork.

I've always been good at decorating and making a place look like home. Comfort is my biggest attribute and it brings me solace. I mentioned to Dante earlier this week that I maybe wanted to continue some schooling for interior design, but of course he shot me down. Apparently knowing Marianne was all that I needed, but I'm still eager to do things my own way. Hard work is another one of my attributes and no matter what Dante provides for me, I will always stay true to working hard and building a solid foundation on my own.

A knock sounds at my door and I smile as I see Ricky enter. He's back from fashion week and I couldn't be any happier to see him. I rush to him, and he catches me in a long hug. He smells of rich cologne and he's dressed in a designer suit. I pull back to smile at him and walk to my desk as he sits in one of my pink, velvet lounge chairs.

"So while I've been at fashion week, you've somehow managed to become a CEO? Is that what's with the heavy security clearance outside?" He teases me and I wave him off.

"Dante's helping me with my resume. I'm just here to help with event planning," I say and he shakes his head at me.

"Has he told you he loves you yet?" he asks and I stop typing on my computer to look over at him, shocked.

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