Page 30 of Wicked

The idea of toying with her crosses my mind, but I have real duties. In saying that, there is no real harm in showing her the place.

As she stands, she does a slow three-sixty, her hand on her forehead, her eyes sweeping the area. She is now close, and so is hertight, unused butt.

Dear God.

The things I could do if she was on her knees in front of me. Wet, panting, and charged.

I imagine peeling off her panties, yanking her hair, and commanding her to prepare herself for me. Make herself wet… drenched.

“What an interesting bloodline they must have been or are.”

I’m shaken from my vision, and I stand and dust off crumbs. “Perhaps,” I say, avoiding engaging too much.

The virgin faces me, and she looks completely honest and kind. “Maybe you’re just a little jealous. Work hard all your life, and maybe, just maybe you too can get ahead in the world.”

I try not to laugh.

“Or stay here hefting fence posts. There’s no shame in serving others. None at all, Dante.”

Careful, or I will serve you more hard cock than you could ever imagine.

“Come, I’ll show you around,” I say, trying to move us on.

Raven follows as I head for the ground-floor kitchen inside the castle. One of the chickens tags along and Raven peers back and laughs. “Won’t the owners get angry?”

“Not at all. I’m close to them. Even on a first-name basis.”

“Wow, they must like you.”

“Some. Other’s think I am lazy.”

As I pull on my tight black T, I catch her checking out my body. I’m more carved from past adventure trips than workouts. In saying that, when I’m not in boardrooms or traveling on the jet to complete deals, I hit my private gym.

Three times a year, me and my closest friends, Nico and Lorenzo, ski, trek, dive, climb and travel to remote locations. Extreme fitness keeps my body cut, but it’s more about health than looking good.

Inside, I pull food from the modern area of the kitchen, and I make a rough bread, cheese, and snack board.

I hand Raven a bottle of chilled Tuscan wine and glasses, and I lead the way.

We head up and into the castle’s main stairwell near the front entrance, and we climb two flights of wide stone stairs to reach the top level.

Exiting a door, we walk onto one of the turrets, the one that has the best view. The coastal view from here has always been spectacular, and we sit on a high stone plinth outside.

The view leads south down the Tuscan coast, towards the mighty city of Rome.

As we eat and drink the wine in the sun, we look over the area and talk about Italy. It’s gentle, if odd. It’s the first time I’ve just talked to a woman for months, unless it was work related. I’ve not had time to take my foot off the gas and just live either.

“It’s stunning, Dante,” she says, using my real name and not Grumpy.

“It is,” I agree, watching horses cantering in the sun.

As Raven lets her hair out and fluffs it up, I run my eyes down her body. It gets me thinking. Even if there is no way I could claim and ruin her, she is not hard on the eyes, at all. She is also interesting to talk to, and she is obviously well-read.

I have to attend a family gathering I do not want to. I am, however, keen to see my sister and grandmother.

I will be bored at the event, but maybe, just maybe with Raven and her banter, it would be workable.

“I have to attend a wedding,” I say without fully planning to. Our eyes meet, and I push on. “You should come.” Our eyes hold. “With you around, it may be less… boring.”

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