Page 47 of Wicked

Our eyes do not leave each other’s, and it’s electric.

I hate the fact that I’m not horrified about putting on a show, but being alone with Dante does something bad to me.

As Dante sits up, he leans forward. His eyes are locked on mine, and his energy is strong. He slides his thick tongue out, and I pant as I remove my wet fingers.

I insert the two slick fingers into his hot wet mouth, and he closes his sinful lips. His hot wet mouth is like my hungry pussy, and I pant as I slide them in and out. Knowing he is tasting me, and enjoying it, makes me squeeze my thighs tight.

As I finger fuck his filthy mouth, my clit throbs hard. Again, it is wrong, but again it’s so F-ing hot.

After a long sinful minute, Dante pulls his head back, and he licks his slick lips.

Without warning, he stands, and he pulls on a classy leather jacket that is on the back of his chair. He walks behind me, and he runs a hand through my hair. He then pulls my hair and it’s hard, but hot.

His other hand slides down my top, and he plays with a pebbled nipple, turning it perfectly in his fingers. Just when I think it’s going to go further, and he’ll command me to take him, he whips his hand up and walks.

I stare at him, mouth open, panting and played. I hate him for it with all of my heart.

As the arrogant bastard eye fucks me from the doorway, he licks his lips and winks. I slump in the chair. Turned on. Disturbed. Confused.

Seconds later, I hear the Black Range Rover start, and I run to the window. As I swing it open, I look down at him in the courtyard. “Pollo!” I yell. “Pollo!”

Chicken.

The smug tease peers up, and he growls, “Vaffanculo.”

Dante races towards the castle, and I grab my phone and type the word in.

“Fuck you!”

As I slump, frustrated and turned on, I mumble, “Son of a bitch!” I close my eyes and say it louder. “Son of a fucking bitch!”

After tryingto eat breakfast but unable to consume much, I go to my suite. I cannot focus on writing, and I’m way too charged. I climb under the sheets, and I kick off my stupid clothes. Itdoes not take long, and I am soon bucking against my fingers, gasping, and coming.

I’m not proud of myself, because of the fantasy I’d used to come.

Bucking into his face and coming on his tongue. Yanking him into my pussy and seeing my cum on the end of his tongue and on his chin is what did it.

After I clean myself up, I change panties, and I center my energy. With a new sense of energy, and a clear head, I get into my writing. I focus on my book for an hour, and I flow with incredible speed.

Suddenly, my eyes pop wide. “Dad!”

I tap out a fast email to my father, and I tell him I’m in Italy for a few weeks. I also inform him I’m trying to finish the novel. Then, as always, I tell him I miss him and Mom.

I hit send and start to read the next chapter of my novel. It only needs a light gloss, and it reads well.

I’m five minutes in when an email comes in. I grin. Dad!

Wow and congrats, darling. Very proud! Love you, and call if you need anything. Always here, enjoy Italy! Good luck with the novel, and I know you must be close.

Mom would be proud! I know I am!

Love, Dad xo

I beam proudly, and I hide my phone, so I’m not distracted.

As I read and polish fast, my fresh energy and renewed passion is delightful! The sea air, inspiring Tuscan location, and stunning village setting seems to do wonders for my energy. I bite down on my lip after another minute, and I think of the damned bath.

Finally, I push on and I continue writing.

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