Page 53 of Pain and Pleasure

Forever.

“Forever is quite a long time,” I say quietly, holding his warm gaze.

“Not nearly long enough,” he says, like it’s a matter of fact.

We stay like that for the rest of the plane ride. Holding hands and stealing warm glances until the jet touches the ground.

We all step out of the plane, and I can see the sun is up and shining, its orange glow warming me as I look at the desert around us. There’s a black limo waiting for us, and we all step inside. I can't help but stare out of the window as we drive through Vegas. It’s morning, but the city is alive with lights and color. Nobody sleeps here, you can see it. It’s a constant motion that never slows or stops. I can’t help but be left in total awe.

The car comes to a stop and Benjamin hops out, holding the door for Dante and me. We step out and I am greeted by the sight of a huge, gold building. I can see the giant, crystal chandelier hanging in the lobby from outside. People in suits and dresses walk in and out of the revolving doors. Dante guides us inside as the men trail behind us. We reach the desk and he completes the check-in before walking us to an elevator that carries us up to the penthouse suite.

It is just he and I that enter the room. Which, thank God, because this room was obviously meant for a couple. It is double the size of Dante’s quarters and the bed itself is large enough to take up a whole wall of space, the linens a velvet gold. I run my fingers across it as I walk to the window, staring out at the city below us. It is alive and bustling even though the dawn of the day just rose. I feel Dante creep up behind me, his hands resting on my hips as his lips run along the length of my neck. I lean back into his touch as he groans.

“I packed your bathing suit. Though, I doubt we will need it for the jacuzzi in the bathroom. Care to try it out now?” He whispers into my skin and I shiver in delight, though my nerves are still present.

“I need a drink,” I say, and I turn to look at him.

His eyebrows are raised, and a small smile plays with his full lips.

“It’s seven in the morning, Emmie,” he proclaims, but his smile is full now.

“When in Rome,” I say and he laughs, a full and big belly laugh. I am immediately in love with it and even more in love with him.

“Vegas, baby,” he says as his nose touches mine. I smile through my words.

“Vegas, baby.” I can’t help but lose myself in his sudden and passionate kiss, my worry slipping away with each heated brush of his lips against mine.

24

Esmeralda

We’reat the hotel bar with both Benjamin and Andres.

It’s nearly nine in the morning and I’m already about to start my second drink. It’s fruity and pink and I sip on it as if it is just juice and not juice with a shit ton of vodka in it. Dante chats idly with Andres, solidifying whatever plan he and the other men have set in place to attack my father.

I should be paying attention, but listening to it makes my nerves come back full force and that defeats the whole purpose of drinking. I wish Ricky was here, but he’s busy with Marianne and prepping for his move to New York in the next couple of months. As soon as we graduate, he’s off to start his new life. This is a moment that we have been wishing for since we were kids. Finishing college and starting our futures.

However now, while Ricky is planning his, I’m left wondering if I even have a future. If I even get to walk across the graduation stage to grab my hard-earned diploma. If I’ll even be alive. I swallow the rest of my drink, drowning out my worries as Dante steals a glance at me. He raises an eyebrow as I order another drink, but I just shrug him off. We’re in Vegas, I can do whatever I please.

The men come to an end of their conversation, and I am now finished with my third drink of the morning. My face feels flushed, but instead of feeling nervous, I feel giddy. And when I look over at Dante, I feel desire. I feel bold and adventurous, and I realize that I would like to take him up on his jacuzzi offer. Right fucking now.

He seems to feel my sudden wave of desire because he gets up abruptly, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the direction of the elevator. Once we’re inside, he pushes me against the wall and ravages my mouth as we climb the floors back up to our penthouse suite. His kisses are rough and bruising, but I take them with enthusiasm. He kisses me like he’s trying to become me, like he wants to steal my breath and live inside of me. The feeling is more than mutual as I wrap my legs around him as the elevator doors open up.

He walks us to our room, his lips never leaving mine. His hands go to my ass, one of his palms holding me up as the other tears my dress from my body. He begins stripping me roughly as we walk into the large, golden bathroom. I am naked except for my heels and he's kissing his way from my lips to my breasts, his mouth now attacking one of my nipples, sucking it in with such a force that it makes me cry out in need.

“Fuck me,” I growl, and he chuckles.

“Remind me to let you drink vodka more often. I like it when you’re needy.” His tongue swirls around my nipple and I have to bite back my scream of ecstasy.

He sets me down on the porcelain sink as he turns on the jets of the jacuzzi tub, the water bubbling and filling as he strips in front of me. He’s about to pull down his boxers when my hands reach out to stop him. I slide down to my knees, pulling his underwear down with my teeth as I hold his gaze the entire time. I let my tongue lick at his thighs before I dive in, taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His length is massive and I gag immediately, but I still suck him continuously even though tears of resistance spring in my eyes.

He grips the back of my head and moves me with his hips, sliding his cock even deeper into my mouth before yelling out and ripping away from me. I mewl in protest, but he has my ass back on the cold porcelain sink as he grips his angry cock, guiding it to my wet entrance before shoving it in roughly. He starts to fuck me fast, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other, echoing through the bathroom. I’m already coming around his hard length when he decides to pull out and pick me up. He wraps my legs around his waist as he walks us into the jacuzzi tub, my hips grinding against his as my pussy practically weeps for him to get back inside.

“Such a greedy, little pussy,” he hisses against my lips as I slide my sex along the length of his shaft.

I tease him with a few more strokes before gripping the sides of the tub. His hands grip my ass and lift me, slowly easing my swollen sex back down onto his. He slides all the way in, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix. I cry out and he attacks my lips with his, kissing me so roughly and fucking me with the same urgency that I nearly black out.

“Tell me how badly you want it, mi ciela.” He growls and I tip my head back, my hands leaving the tub to slide over my aching breasts.

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