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Date

Dante

A whopping two minutes into the drive I couldn’t help myself, I slipped my hand right under that slit. She jumped, but relaxed once I started caressing her thigh.

“So, have you been on many dates?”

The question didn’t come out with jealousy, just plain curiosity. And I’m pretty sure she thought I took all sorts of women out, which was absolutely not the case.

“Naw. Never had a reason to. Before you women meant nothing. Just a means to pass time. What about you? That fu*k head you marry take you out often?”

I felt her flinch. Must have hit a sore spot. I wasn’t trying to be a complete a*shole pointing this sh*t out, but I wanted her to see. To understand. That he was never good for her. That she always belonged here. With us.

“No, not after we got married. I wasn’t meant to be seen or heard. And that meant no dates. Pretty sure he was ashamed of me.”

She had no idea she was prolonging his de*th, and that was ok with me.

“He’s an id*ot princess. He had no idea what he had. Sorry you went through that but it worked out in my favor. I’m sure now that you’re gone, he’s regretting many things.”

She smiled but turned towards the window. I didn’t want to ruin the night so I decided to end the conversation.

When we pulled up to the restaurant her eyes lit up.

“Oh my God I haven’t been here since I was little. Dad used to bring us here after mom di*d. They had great food.”

“Still do. Some of the best. I remember you loved the gnocchi, and the chicken parmesan.”

We walked inside and were seated at a table near the bar.

“Where the he*l is everyone? This place was always busy.”

“Booked it out. Wanted you alone without the noise. Sh*t gets loud.”

“Jesus Dante. We could have called in some take out. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m aware princess. But I figured you hadn’t had a night out in a while. Let alone a dinner without sticky fingers tugging on ya. We’ll bring Mia out soon, just wanted a night alone with you.”

“Well thanks Dante. I appreciate it, really.”

Of course she ordered chicken parmesan . I’d have to learn to make that sh*t because hearing the noises coming from her made my di*k strain painfully in my pants.

Real it in Dante this night is for her. Well mostly. I was going to fu*k the sh*t out of her later.

We finished our wine and headed to the indoor gardens. Thankfully it was open late and at this time it was bound to be pretty empty.

“Where to now?”

“It’s a surprise princess. You’ll love it though, promise.”

When we arrived I opened her door and held her hand, walking her in. It felt foreign. She was the first person I’ve ever held hands with and it felt, surprisingly nice. Her hand felt tiny in mine, and her skin was so soft.

“An indoor garden? Wow Dante. Never thought I’d see you in a place like this. Bet you didn’t either.” She smirked.

Little brat. She’d pay for that later.

“Ya well you were always the weird kid chasing bugs and sh*t. Figured this would be right up your alley.”

“You assumed right. Your memory is pretty good Dante. I’m impressed.”

Da*n right I remembered everything. I was always obsessed with her. And little did she know that obsession was growing. Quickly.

Vittoria

I had to be honest with myself. The things Dante remembered about me warmed my heart. All this time I thought he didn’t care about what I liked when I was younger.

The indoor garden was beautiful, and the smells were amazing. Butterflies were everywhere. Excitement flooded through me every time one landed on me.

After about an hour I figured it was time to leave. I’m sure Dante wanted get the he*l out of here by now. He didn’t say anything, just followed me around watching. Occasionally taking my hand or putting his hand on my low back. I honestly forgot what it felt like to be cared for.

“Ready princess?”

“Ya I should check on Mia. Hopefully she’s out by now and Otello didn’t amp her up with a bunch of sugar.”

“Good point. But I do want you for a bit longer tonight. I have things in mind.”

I don’t know what kind of sorcery this man had but I instantly felt wet. I just hoped I was nonchalant enough to not make this man’s ego grow past the point of return.

We arrived back at Dante’s place and luckily the lights were all out. We walked inside and I immediately headed to Mia’s room. I walked over to her crib and she looked peaceful , clearly tuckered out. My heart warmed at the thought of Otello taking such good care of her. These men were breaking my walls down faster than I liked.

I noticed Dante walk out of the spare room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“He’s got the baby monitor. Mia all good?”

“Ya she’s out like a light. I’m sure she put him through the ringer.”

Before I knew what was happening, he closed the space between us, backing me into the wall. He slammed his lips against mine. A shocked gasp left my chest and I gripped his collar. I bit down on his lip and he growled.

“Fu*k princess. I need you in the playroom now. And before you ask, you’re the only one that’s been there. So be a good girl and don’t talk back.”

He scooped me into his arms and walked towards what I guess he called his play room. I didn’t get to see it much last time since he threw me down and practically fu*ked me to de*th. As soon as he swung the door open and turned on the light I gasped.

Toys, whips and not to mention furniture I had never seen before. He sat me down on the bed in the middle of the room and started unbuttoning his shirt. I practically drooled. Dante had always been massive. But after not seeing him in ten years I realized he was a god da*n monster. I looked over his tattoos, memorizing each piece of art. My eyes fell onto one particular piece and I stilled, hands turning clammy. I hadn’t noticed this one before.

Just above his heart was a crown with the initials VD. No way it couldn’t be, right?

He must have noticed, he looked down and then our eyes connected.

“Surprised princess? I got it the day after you left. Needed to make sure I always remembered you. Never thought I’d see you again.”

I held back a sob. I still was in shock these men pretended to hate me but obviously cared.

“Strip princess. I’ll cuddle you later. For now I want that pu*sy wrapped about my di*k.”

He had some kind of power over me because I instantly undressed, slipping my dress off my shoulders. He gripped the back of my neck and kissed me roughly.

“That a s*x chair princess. Lay on your stomach. Makes a perfect arch.”

I had never had s*x like this. I was nervous but equally as excited. I slumped over the curved couch and my a*s was definitely fully exposed. I felt my juices running down my thighs. His fingers slipped up my slit and rubbed my cl*t gently.

“Oh god Dante!”

“Fu*k baby. You were so neglected. Not anymore. Never again.”

I felt him spread my a*s. Licking me from my slit all the way to my back entrance. I could already feel my legs shaking. Jesus I was deprived.

He moaned as I rubbed my self back into his face. His thumb circled my back enterance and I stilled. I had never done anything a*al.

“Don’t worry princess. I’m not f*****g you’re a*s, yet. Just relax.”

Slowly he slid his thumb through my folds wetting it. He pushed against my a*shole and slowly slid it. It burned but quickly turned into something else. Pleasure?

“Fu*k baby all your holes are tight. Grab onto the sides of the couch.”

Oh boy. I knew what that meant. And I had a feeling I was going to enjoy it very much.