Page 67 of Wicked

Our eyes meet, and Dante stares down at me.

“What?” I ask, confused. He sits on the edge of the heavy old bath, and he lowers his hand into the water.

With his wet hand, he traces fingers along me, finishing at my nipple. As he plays with it, I start to get turned on. Our eyes are now locked, and I gulp with his perfect body inches away.

“Raven.”

“Yes,” I say, wanting him to continue touching me.

“Your education is… how shall I put it? Lacking. Or incomplete.” Dante’s voice is husky again, and I lean back intrigued. I want him to play with my clit next, and I open my legs ever so slightly.

“More?” I ask, realizing I want him to take me again. That’s a lie. I need him to take me again.

I watch him closely, and I try to control my breathing. My nipples are pebbling, and my clit is now throbbing.

“You have only read the first page of a rich and immersive book, Raven. Stumbling through life trying to work out the rest will…”

“Hinder me?”

“Hinder you on life’s path.” I watch Dante, intrigued, and I need something inside me soon. “It would be irresponsible of me to let you go. It’s for your own good. You do see that, don’t you?”

I bite my lip, needing more. “So, you will set me up for life, you will… teach me?”

“I will,” he says, now obviously hard.

It’s nice to feel his touch, and his eyes are getting dark and hungry. I want his cock in my mouth next, and I want to writhe on his tongue too. I nod as my heart rate picks up.

“And it’s teacher,” my teacher says, cold and commanding.

My heart jumps, and I’m excited and turned on again. “Yes… teacher.”

After being toldby my teacher he has work to do, I get to play grumpy, then calm. I clean up, and I saddle Olive before leaping on her. I’m wearing a mix of my clothes and his because some ofmine are still damp. We share a loaded look as I prepare to leave. Without planning to, I lean down fast for a kiss.

Dante hesitates, and as usual, he is a control freak and cold.

“Don’t be a dick, teacher.”

It slips from my lips, and I almost cover my mouth. The thing is, I’m leaning down low towards him, and it’s not that comfortable. “You’re too old for me, anyway.”

Dante grabs my mischievous face in his hands, and he kisses me hard and deep.

It’s bruisingly hard and sexual, but I can’t get enough. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, and I lock him in.

Dante probes my mouth, and he kisses way better than anyone I’ve ever kissed. He basically fucks my mouth each time we kiss, and he leaves me panting and wet. I also now know he takes what he wants when he wants.

As my heart pumps, I know I’m getting wet. I whip my head back, and I wipe my sinfully fucked mouth.

My plundered lips are open, and I pant. The sinful brute stares up at me as if nothing has happened at all. “Watch yourself, little girl.”

I don’t like it, and I’m proud of what I did last night. I mounted Dante, and I was not feeble, weak, or timid. I spin the horse perfectly on the spot, and Olive moves well under me.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I say, pushing back and giving Dante a fight or fuck look. Dante shakes his head, and I adjust the reins to ride off fast.

“Get the hell out of here!” Dante says, lifting his chin. “I have work to do. I also have a dungeon.”

A wicked image flashes through my sick mind, and it involves leather and being taken by him, and hard. I gulp away the extra saliva, and I remember the naughty book and movie about the sweet journalist and CEO.

“Can you…”

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