by Olivia Fox
Dante drove off in his pickup.
“Yum.” Kate said, watching him go. “Not too bad, Savanna. Thanks for telling me, by the way,” she scolded. “If Dante hadn’t figured out a way to get in touch with me so I could celebrate your engagement, how would I have known?”
I couldn’t lie to my best friend.
Could I?
I had to in order to keep her safe. I still didn’t know exactly what was up with Dante’s family, but so far it smelled like extra virgin quality mafia. If that was the case, I couldn’t get my friend involved.
Make believe just got real.
It was one thing to fool the voting public; it was something else entirely to lie to my best friend.
16
Dante
“Showtime.”
Before Savanna could say anything else, I yanked her body to mine, claiming her lips with my mouth. I’d reach down and grab a handful of her ass, but a passionate kiss at the entrance to Mario’s was pushing it far enough for a would-be politician under the scrutiny of the public eye. It was a new role for me; my palms were sweating and my muscles tensed. With Savanna at my side, and that ring on her finger telling everyone she was mine, I felt invincible no matter what my nerves were trying to tell me.
Her goofy friend, Kate, practically skipped into the bar ahead of us. Thank God she was staying in the studio above Teresa’s bakery. I planned on making Savanna scream tonight.
She was driving me crazy. I’d tell myself to be less of sex-crazed animal, then she’d walk under my nose, parading her floral musk through the air so I had to have her.
I’d behave myself at this event.
My business was the bread and butter for the Dragos, and it was about to go big time. Mario’s, and every other legit Drago company like mine, was where the operation washed its money clean.
Savanna and I made the rounds with my Uncle Lorenzo first and then Don Alberto, my grandfather. Lorenzo took care of the minor leagues, and my grandfather took over when we moved on to the heavy hitters: Senator Thomas, the Board of Supes, Assemblyman Field. Unsurprisingly, they all voiced their support.
As if they had a fucking choice.
Finally, my grandfather signaled we’d finished. He beckoned a server over to a private table at the bar and asked for two scotch on ice. “This is a mere formality, Dante.”
Scary as he was to most people, Nonno revealed his playful side to me. His knobby shoulders shook up and down with laughter, his hair waving in time, locks that by now had thinned and softened to the consistency of downy feathers.
He couldn’t contain himself, his body still shaking.
“What’s funny, Nonno?” I asked.
“It’s that... The prostituta, the girl your opponent pays for on the side.” Nanno struggled for the English word, his accent pure old country. “She provides favors of a certain kind, if you get my meaning,” He elbowed me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just say, these favors are not at all,” his accent stretches out the first ‘e’ in, electable to sound like, “eeelectable.”
Handshakes and introductions dwindled as the evening went on and my campaign advisor, Cousin Joseph, told me we’d raised seventy-five thousand dollars. My victory was a slam dunk given that my opponent had put himself in a compromising position—bent over between his paid dominatrix and a sheep and captured on film. Not a savvy political move. There was just no coming back from that.
Where was she? I scanned my eyes over the crowd, looking for one tall blonde in particular. Her friend Kate was easy to spot, doing the “Say So” with my Cousin Eduardo. It’d be hard to find someone unrelated at this event. Dragos were swarming the place.
At first, I thought that was who was forming a half-circle around Savanna, just a bunch of my cousins introducing themselves. The four men were brunettes tall, broadly built.
Then it dawned on me. They were the McCleod Brothers, the sick fucks.
They were standing around Savanna like cows at a feed trough, practically mooing.
The McCleods made no secret of the fact that they enjoyed a woman, whether together or separately.
And they had their sights set on Savanna.
I inserted myself, dwarfing them all by a couple inches.
“Gentleman, I see you’ve met my fiancée, Savanna.” I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her possessively towards me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the ring.” It was tacky, and I knew it, but I was in a real my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours kind of mood and held the ring up so it sparkled so hard they’d need sunglasses.
“Now, Dante. You know a woman’s marital status has never been a barrier for us.”
I let go of Savanna and took a stride toward them.
A second McCleod brother stepped up and said, “Hey, there. Ian was only teasing. If we knew she was your fiancée, we wouldn’t have been so flirty.”
“Flirty!?” I took a step toward them and backed down when they exited out the back door the bar so fast it made my head spin.
“Dante!” I turn around to the sound of Savanna’s sex-me-up voice. Her dark eyes went shadowy and sparkled beneath the light. “What the hell was that?” She put her elegant hands on her hips and demanded an answer.
“What do you mean? They were totally coming on to you.” I grabbed one of her hands and pulled her to me. “I can’t blame them. Nothing would hold me back from doing the same ring on your finger or not. But you’re mine, gorgeous, and every man within a million miles better get that through his pea-brained head.”
At that moment, Kate came bouncing up with my cousin following closely behind. “Guys, we’re going to head out.”
“What do you mean we?” Savanna said protectively. Eduardo might not be a perfect gentleman, but I knew he would keep Kate safe while under his watch and ask my permission if he had other plans.
“Eddie’s taking me back to your aunt’s place. I dropped my stuff off there before meeting you at the spa. Can we meet for breakfast tomorrow or something? You know, go over wedding plans?”
“We were just leaving as well. We’ll walk out with you,” I said.
“We were? I thought you had to stay until the end,” Savanna said.
“Nah, my cousin Joe says it’s better to leave before the party shuts down. Leaves the voters hungry for the next glad-handing gathering.”
Savanna turned toward the coat check, and seeing her curvy ass in front of me, a flood of warmth rushed through my body. She had my vote for the most important position of all, that being the object of my lust.
I draped her coat across her shoulders, and bid a swift farewell to everyone, waving as we exited the restaurant. Once outside, I grabbed her hand and walked her to the car we had rented for the night.
“It’s still so early, Dante. I hope you didn’t feel obliged to leave on my behalf.”
“Sort of,” I said, and ran the pad of my finger across her jawline. She was silky everywhere I touched her, which only fueled my desire to stroke the spot between her legs, the softest place of all.
It was a thirty-minute ride home from Bonita to my place in Briarville, and I hit the button to raise the privacy partition.
“What are you doing, Dante?” she asked when I ran my palm up the inside of her legs.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I said, pleased that she had followed my earlier orders and gone without panties for the night. Her hairless pussy was like velvet under my hand. “I need to make sure you cast your ballot for me come election time.”
“Hm. I don’t know,” she teased. “What’s your position on the legitimate interests of the union?”
I slid my hand upward so that my fingers teased her clit and said, “I’ll get behind any requirements of this union right here.” Her pussy covered my two fingers in slick juices when I slid them inside her. “Let me show you how I’ll meet the needs of your special interests.”
With that, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me, shoving her dress up around her hips. In the dim
glow of the car lights, the liquid excitement between her legs glistened and beckoned me towards her.
“Spread your legs for me, Savanna.” I pressed at her inner thighs and lowered my face to her folds. “I’m starving.”
“Dante.” My name was an entreaty on her lips.
Placing my mouth over her most sensitive spot as she lay splayed out and panting on the leather bench seat, I lapped at it, sucked it, and swirled gently around it with my tongue. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled me into her. Her pussy was drenched, and my cock punched out at my zipper, feeling her soaking hot channel squeezing like a Chinese finger trap around my fingers.
“Damn baby, you’re good enough to eat for every meal,” I told her. She pulled my hair harder, her hips shoving up at my mouth. I met force with force, sucking and licking harder at her, shoving my fingers inside until I found that especially sensitive spot that made her gasp my name, and she trembled around my fingers with a staggering explosion that subsided to miniature quakes and quivers.
Her eyes clouded in an erotic haze when I pulled my fingers out and cleaned her tangy sweetness from them.
Savanna lay in a trembling pile of satisfaction, and my cock was rock-hard and ready for action.
17
Savanna
The crickets were singing and there were stars overhead. The peaceful night should have made me even more gooey and relaxed when we went inside Dante’s house, but I was jumpy.
As if I hadn’t just had a bell ringer of an orgasm.
Think, Savanna. I tried to reason with myself. What is it that makes you so revved up when you’re with him? He just ate you like an ice cream cone and made you purr like a cat.
My God. I’d never been so well tended to by a man.
Maybe that was it.
Tonight, being ferried past politicos, business owners and muckity mucks on Dante’s arm, I imagined myself in the role on a more permanent basis.
Being Dante’s fiancée came so naturally that I forgot we were pretending.
I gave myself a stern talking to, scrubbing the blush from my cheeks and scouring the lipstick off my mouth. He came in just as I rubbed the eyeliner from my lids.
“Is it bad if I think you look sexy like that?” He asked me.
In the silver-framed mirror, I saw my hair mussed from being shoved around on the back seat, eyes smudged black with the half-removed makeup, and behind me his molten gaze took in my reflection.
I was one sex-smeared mess, and it was all his fault.
Dress shirt untucked and hanging over his belt, he looked proud of himself, and his hunky male body looked ready to pounce in a way that made my blood pulse faster.
“Dante, we’ve got to get our story straight.”
“How so?” He asked.
“Our game of pretend is getting a little too real. This,” I jutted my finger at him, back to me, and at him again, “... isn’t actually happening.”
I violently scrubbed my eyes clean of their black accent and continued, “I can sleep in your guest room. You don’t have to tend to me as we’re an actual couple.”
“You’re sleeping in my bed until you’re ready to admit it, Savanna.”
“Admit what?”
“You like me treating you like a princess outside the bedroom and like my little sex slave when we’re in it.” There was fire in his eyes when he looked at me.
He wasn’t wrong.
My entire body tingled for his touch, and that was how I ended up naked in the hot tub, sipping champagne with him not ten minutes later.
If I’d learned anything from my past, it was that my trust-meter was off. I’d do anything to avoid getting burned by Dante. Even if it meant sticking to sex, sex, and nothing but the sex and avoiding matters of the heart by any means necessary.
The bubbles were lit up blue from the lights below, and they frothed against Dante’s legs, “Come here, cara. Let me put your mind at ease. I can tell that one orgasm definitely isn’t enough for you tonight.” He beckoned me from the elevated bench seat of the hot tub. His feet and lower legs dangled in the water, and his very erect penis remained above it and in my line of sight.
“What about you? It looks like you need attention,” I teased.
“It’s hard whenever you’re around.”
“I know something that would make it harder.”
“Oh, really?” His voice lowered to a whisper and his eyes tracked me as I walked toward the hot tub and lowered myself into the bubbles beneath him. They were warm and tickled as if I were in a bath full of ginger-ale. “You look like a mermaid, Savanna. Are you going to dash my heart on the rocks?”
I took my place between his legs, making a noncommittal sound in my throat and stared at the rigid erection in front of me.
It pointed at me like a dare.
The hard flesh tempted me to touch it and feel the soft and steely contrast of its length. With my hand wrapped around the hot shaft, I got the irresistible urge to shove it past my lips.
Dante leaned back on his arms and moaned. “Be a good girl, now.”
Suddenly it was of utmost importance to blow Dante’s mind with my mouth and fingers.
My tongue lapped beneath the surface of his huge mushroom shaped head and Dante gasped aloud. “Baby.”
He shoved his fingers into my hair, creating a makeshift hair tie so that my ponytail was in his hand, allowing him to guide my mouth to give him the best view of my lips and tongue on his cock.
“Dio, what are you doing to me?”
I made a fist around his shaft, moved it up and down, using the hottest part of my mouth on his sensitive tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. The taste of seawater droplets meant he was close and made me back off. Instead of bringing him to completion, I rubbed the tip of his cock over my nipples, teasing him further.
Dante glared.
“You look so fierce,” I said to him. “What do you want?”
“Climb up here, Savanna. Climb up here and ride my dick so I can watch your pussy fucking me and see my cum spill out of you.”
I positioned my pussy over his erection, and he guided it to my entrance.
“Yes,” he groaned. “That’s perfect.”
Then I had to spoil the mood by saying, “This isn’t perfect, Dante, this is a lie.” Saying that out loud felt like getting punched in the chest.
A look of puzzlement crossed over his features. “What do you want, Savanna? You want us to be married for real?”
“I don’t know what I want.” And that was the truth.
“You want me to plant my seed in you and give you no choice?” On that last word, he grabbed my hips and used them to slide me up and down over just the thick tip of him, teasing me.
“What’s the matter?” Dante cocked a brow at me. “Don’t you want to talk about our relationship anymore?”
Overcome by sensation, I couldn’t speak.
So full.
He filled up every inch of me as if we were custom made for one another.
“That’s it, princess. Lift yourself up on your knees, let me do all the work fucking that sweet little cunt.” His dark brows furrowed, making him even more formidable. “Then you’re going to put your own special ring on it, the circle of your lips around my cock. You can’t deny that’s our eternity ring, baby. When you see that fat rock on your finger and the platinum band that circles it, that’s what I want you to think about.” He pinched my clit and bucked his hips into me, so that I was forced to take his entire throbbing dick.
It made my eyes water.
“An eternal symbol of you on your knees for me, mouth open wide. Got it?” He asked.
He clamped his fingers onto my erect nipples and squeezed, pulling them so that my breasts stretched out in front of me, bringing the tips within reach of his mouth.
He licked at me, languidly, a giant cat lapping at me with all the time in the world.
My chest ached, admitting to myself that I didn’t have all the time
in the world. My time with Dante was finite.
“That’s good, just like that,” Dante said, releasing my nipples which now ached from his hold on them. He snapped his stiff cock up into me and ordered. “Hold those puffy pussy lips open and show me what’s mine. I want to see that shiny, sparkling little clit while I fuck you, and make you come.”
The lighting was dim, but I was still shy about putting my entire genitalia on display.
My hesitation earned me a slap on the ass, and the sheet of water covering me amplified the sting.
“Ouch!” I thrust forward, away from the swat, effectively shoving myself all the way onto the base of his cock.
We both panted harder.
“Do as you’re told.” His words came out as a growl, and he grabbed my wrists, lowering my hands between my legs. His abs tensed as he held himself upright, making desire swirl in my belly.
I pulled myself apart, naked as ever while flashing my pussy at him and his bold eyes fastened on me, staring fiercely, showing his hunger for me.
The raw need I saw there made me slide my fingers to my clit, rubbing myself, turning us both on.
He was huge, and his ferocious cock fucked me hard while I sped toward orgasm.
“Get over here.” Dante patted the place next to him out of the blue.
“Huh?” I asked, dazed and almost there.
“Get on your knees next to the tub. I’m going to fuck that pretty cunt from behind.”
Dante lifted me and positioned me like his personal fuck doll, right where he wanted me. “Put this under you so you don’t hurt yourself on the tile.” He handed me a kick board to place beneath my knees, but I wouldn’t have cared if he’d fucked me right into the ground.
“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself. I’m not coming until you make your pussy blast around me.”
