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He then pauses and he looks tempted to lay down and claim me in the sun. All of a sudden, his energy changes, and he walks away fast. “Come.”

I roll over fast and leap up to catch him. Dante is fast, and we enter various areas of the castle and estate. I glance back at the pony, nervous. Olive is now all alone.

“She can’t go anywhere,” Dante says, knowing the property and its fences. “She’ll be fine.”

I relax some as we walk on fast. “But will I be?”

Our eyes meet, and Dante’s mind is ticking over. The moment is loaded. “No.”

“No what?” I ask, confused.

“You’ll be ruined… if you’re not careful.”

As we walk on, it’s likely time. “I’m a bit disturbed,” I say. “I don’t know much about you.” I pull in oxygen for the next part because it’s heavy. “But this is about another matter.”

My stomach tightens as I plan my request.

I’m absolutely crazy… or am I?

Dante reaches an oak barrel, and he has not said anything yet. The area we’re in is on the side of the castle, and we’re in a cute courtyard with marble statues.

The area is sheltered and private. It looks down towards vineyards, the beach and coastline. Dante places his phone aside, and he throws water from the oak barrel over his sweating body. He looks magnificent, and I try not to drool or touch him.

Dante lifts a fluffy white towel, and I quickly turn my head. I get distracted from talking, and I stare at his body and think of his thick hard cock.

I then wonder if I could take it, if it would be a good pain or hurt way too much. Really, for what I need, I need a young guy and not a real man.

Certainly not a powerful man, and not one with a massive or brutal cock.

“Sorry, how can I help?” Dante asks, still in business mode and still cold. It’s terrible timing because he was just discussingdeals and money with a businessperson. Hell! It has to be the worst time to pitch him my offer.

The offer for him to take me and be the first. I want to be deflowered, and I want to become a real woman.

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DANTE

I stand with hands on my hips, and I’m still distracted. The feeling of fresh water on me, however, makes me feel alive and savage. I try to contain my ruthless business side. From experience, it’s not good for anyone to be around. I turn into a robot, and it’s likely unhealthy.

“Shoot,” I say, “What do you need?”

I have no idea if Raven wants to ride the horse on the property, take photos of it, borrow a sword, or get some eggs. For whatever reason, the virgin seems nervous, even fucking anxious.

“Look, I have a proposal,” she says. “I want to… ummm.”

I start to lose patience as I slick my black hair back and towel off my stomach. “It can’t be that hard, Raven. And the answer is likely yes.”

She looks at me with herbig blue eyes, and it’s as if she is trying to deal with something complex. Weirdly, her usual sassy energy is gone.

Raven appears fidgety, and I do not have time to screw around. I need to work out how to keep the castle and I need tokeep working. As I look in her eyes, I decide to lay it down. “Say it or leave, Raven. Please, I have work to do.”

“I…” she starts.

“Now, or you?—”

“Okay! I need you to fuck me!”

There is silence. What the heck am I supposed to say?

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