A Dark Dance

Chapter 7

Her eyes tightened with suspicion. "Why? Why would I give you even five seconds? You tried to get me fired from my job."

I struggled to keep my composure at that accusation. I had indeed done that, and it was certainly not something I was proud of. Taking a cautious step forward, I said, "Tesoro, I did do that, and I’m truly sorry. Maybe I should have acted differently."

Viola tosses her book onto the bed, her glare sharp and unwavering. "What, Dante? What exactly should you have done? Do you honestly believe that because you’re some Mafioso, you can just take whatever you want and scheme your way through life?"

Slowly, I move towards the bed, sitting on the edge away from her, giving her space. "Viola, can we not start again?"

She looks away and god help me, I want to take her into my arms.

"Dante, what happened that night, it was a mistake." She say softly.

Torn between anger and frustration, I stand and move closer to her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Liar," I growl softly before my lips crash against hers. She is stiff at first, but she softens against me, moaning as I pull her closer. Like that night in the club, her body is eager for me, even as I see the fire in her eyes. I pull her closer still and sit on the bed, dragging her onto me. "Tesoro," I whisper against her lips before claiming them again.

I emit a low growl as she draws me nearer, her arms encircling my shoulder in a gentle embrace. Finally, I think, she isn't fighting this. A moment of satisfaction washes over me before I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer.

My mouth moves from her lips, trailing hot kisses down to her jaw, then to her neck. The soft moan that escapes from her lips is beautiful and raw with need. My teeth nip at her skin, making her breath catch and I continue the kisses back up her neck until I find the soft spot just under her ear. When she moans my name, I nearly come undone.

#Viola's POV

I know I should probably stop him, but maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones or just this undeniable connection between us, I find myself unable to do it. Honestly, I don’t even want to stop him. After that night in the club, I couldn't stop thinking about how he made my body feel so alive. Every nerve in my body seemed to respond to him like he was air and the need for him was almost overwhelming. I knew I should stop, knew that nothing good could come from this, but when his mouth touches the spot under my ear, I know I'm going to take tonight. For myself.

Turning my head slightly, my own mouth finds his earlobe and my teeth bite down drawing out a sharp breath from him. Bringing my arms forward, one hand tangles into the hair at the nape of his neck while the other moves over his shoulder and down his chest, my fingers undoing his buttons as my mouth moves down his neck, mimicking each of his motions with matching intensity. Shifting on his lap, I straddle him and when I have half of the buttons on his shirt undone, my hand moves under the fine material and moves across his chest. The feel of the light hairs on his chest tickles my palm and my lips move down from his neck, to his collarbone, before I brush them against the hard muscles of his pectorals.

Dante's hands move to my hips and his fingers dig into my flesh through the cotton of my shirt, tightening with each kiss, each time I flick my tongue out to taste him. Slowly, his hand moves under the hem of my shirt and moves upwards, pushing my shirt up with the movement. I lean back slightly and reach up to push off his suit jacket, which takes his hands away from me, my shirt falling back into place. Before he can reach for me again, I shake my head and finish undoing his shirt, pushing it off of him, following his jacket onto the floor. Then, without waiting for him, I reach down and pull my shirt off, leaving only my simple black cotton bra.

He growls, a low sound deep in his chest, as he reaches for me again, pulling me close as his hands reach behind me for the clasp of the bra. When he pulls it away from me and tosses it behind him, his eyes darken. "Tesoro," he purrs.

Our hands are all over each other as we kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, claiming me with each stroke, each nibble of my lips. His hand, large and calloused, find one of my n*****s and he strokes it with his thumb before pinching it between his fingers, causing me to hiss in a mix of pleasure and pain. The sound seems to excite him more and he pulls his lips from mine and leans me back, his head descending towards the n****e to take it into his mouth. My own hands find purchase in his hair as I pull him closer to me, relishing the way he pulls my flesh into his mouth and sucks.

Even only a few months pregnant, my body has already become sensitive and his touch, his mouth, on my breasts almost break me. I moan, my head falling back with pleasure. "Dante, cazzo!" I groan out. "Ti voglio dentro di me." I want you inside me, I pant in Italian.

Another growl from him before he moves to the other breast and draws me into his mouth again. As he sucks, his arms wrap around me and he shifts, standing with me in his embrace, before turning and lowering me to the bed, my n****e still in his mouth. When he pulls away, I whimper. Dante smirks at me, like he's won something, reaching for the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my underwear down.

"Patience, Tesoro," he whispers in Italian, "we have all night and I want to savor every inch of your body."