Page 45 of Wicked

Before I can say anything, he walks out. I lay there… Flustered, confused, and used.

As I lick my lips, I can taste him along with my tangy self. It’s disturbing and hot at the same time. I inhale and try to slow my heart as the door clicks shut.

What the hell just happened, and was that real or just another wet dream or fantasy?

I gulp, confused, and I lean back and drop under the water. Submerged in the hot water, I try to process the event. My mind is blown, and I will never beat that orgasm. Or will I? I then consider my sexual awakening and wonder if it will go further…

And with him.

17

DANTE

After making her come for me, I try to focus on my CEO duties. It’s hard, and my focus is all over the place. I check the time and it’s midnight. As I climb into bed, I’m naked and hard. I try to sleep, but it’s completely impossible.

Knowing Raven is hot, wet, a virgin, and in a four-poster bed in the next suite messes with my mind.

As I take my cock in my hand, I fist the thick shaft. It’s so good, and I remember back. As I force myself to come, I think of her butt against my cock. I was so close to rubbing my crown against her slick folds to see if she would just slide onto it. I was also seconds away from sliding a hand down and putting pressure on her anus.

As I pump my hard cock, I lift my free hand, and I taste her on my fingers. With my eyes closed, I imagine her unravelling in front of me. She looks around to see me, and I yank hard on her hair from behind. She calls my name, and she bucks. As her pussy tightens around me, I come, groan, and cum shoots from me.

Fisting myself again and again, I draw out the long-needed orgasm. Collapsing in a pile, I can’t remember feeling so charged.

As the sunrises out the window, I pace and study fashion designs in the sleek navy-blue folder. As I look, flip, compare and digest, I make comments on a yellow legal pad. The designs are from some of the best of the best.

I check the most unique again and I toss the folder onto the bed. I lift my phone, and I punch out a short email. After I type the name of the designer, a maverick, I write ‘Sign Them Fast! Whatever It Takes.’

I pull on black running shorts and black trainers, and I run along the beach.

I should be hung over, but the Italian coffee, perfect sunrise, and sparkling water ignite me. I feel more alive than ever for some reason, and I’m unsure why.

It cannot be her, and it cannot be having her close. It must be the Italian air, and not the bath.

After the thirty-minute run along the coast, I stop back on the wide, white sandy beach. I remove my trainers, and I run into the clear Mediterranean Sea.

As I swim up the coast, I plough through the calm waters. It’s invigorating, and I have flow, cutting through the water like a knife. On the way back, I swim around the cliff, almost under our stunning Tuscan castle.

I think about the castle and how it can be managed. Also, how it can make an income.

A perfect idea does not form, and I even consider farming exotic fruits on the lands. Even exotic bees and animals for wool.The estate lands are around a hundred acres, so not enough to monetize properly.

As I swim back, I think of Raven. She is becoming a huge distraction, and she is like a drug.

I know I need to control it, and I need to control her.

As I walk out of the waves, I see a figure along the beach. It’s a woman, and she is walking towards the sea to swim. She is only wearing bikini bottoms, and as she turns, I see it’s her.

Our eyes meet, and we do not wave or do anything.

The sight of her perfect curves and breasts start to do bad things to me, and I growl low. Before I go to the castle, I’ll need to do bad things to myself, again.

Having her around is going to become a huge problem. I cannot have her; no one can have her.

18

RAVEN

We sit at breakfast, at the perfectly placed table. We face each other, but we say nothing; the weight of the silence is chilling. Maria should not have set the place mats facing each other, but to move them now would be more awkward. I am slightly hungover, and it does not help at all.

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