A Mafia Werewolf Romance

Chapter 4: The Dinner

At seven, Enzo came to the penthouse with a box.

Inside was a black dress, soft as water, along with a pair of high heels that made her look totally different. The matching accessories were

there too.

In the mirror, she saw the girl-dressed like this, she looked like a stranger to Sela, with long hair the same color as her mom's and eyes the same color as her dad's. Sela really had inherited the best from both parents. That year, her mom passed away, leaving her daughter to Marcus. The official wife at home fussed about it for nearly a month, but Marcus decided to keep the girl and even added her to the Voss family name. Back then, he could already imagine that this daughter would grow up just as beautiful as her gorgeous mom. What surprised him was that she turned out even more stunning than her mom-absolutely breathtaking. If he had n' t been so strict with her, some bad boy probably would' ve already whisked her away!

Sera changed her clothes and looked at Enzo, asking softly, 'Where arewe going?'

"Dinner," Enzo said. "The boss doesn't like to be kept waiting."

The restaurant was the kind with no sign outside. Inside, the walls were dark wood and low gold light, and a private room waited with a table already crowded: a senator, two shipping magnates, a woman in emeralds with a laugh like breaking glass.

Every face in the room turned when she came in behind him. until she sat. "We're late."

"Gentlemen." Dante pulled out a chair beside him and stood there, waiting for Sera to sit down before sitting down.

They weren't late. She had seen the clocks. But nobody said so, and she learned something about power in the way twelve important people rearranged themselves around a lie because it was his.

The talk washed around her, docks and tariffs and a vote in some

committee, and she kept her hands in her lap and her back straight. The woman in emeralds studied her the way you study a receipt you can't believe you're expected to pay.

"What does Miss Voss do?" the woman asked, her voice sweet and syrupy like a glass of wine.

Sera didn't know how to respond. Could it be that she was still in school? Eating with this man here while attending school? What is that?

The woman curled her red lips into a light smile and continued to ask,

"How did you end up staying with Mr. Moretti?"

"She' s in school," Dante answered before she could speak, cutting a piece of steak at the same time. "Ask her any more random questions, and you' Il have to talk to my lawyer about your last audit."

The woman' s laugh got stuck in her throat. The senator accidentally spilled wine on his sleeve but didn' t notice. For a moment, everyone' s smiles seemed to freeze on their faces, as if the toasts and drinks just now hadn' t even happened.

A waiter walked by with a bottle of wine. When he poured it into her glass, Dante' s hand moved first. He picked up the glass, took a sip, and then set the empty glass next to his plate.

"Get her some water."

She looked at him. He did not look back. It was nothing, she told herself. Control. The way a man marks a seat he's saving. But her face was hot, and she kept seeing the rim of the glass where his mouth had been, and she understood that he had just told a roomful of people that even the wine in her glass ran through him first.

"Tomorrow," one of the magnates said, oozing relief toward the night's business, "the club, Mr. Moretti? Your usual tee time. We can finish the Harbor Line talks on the back nine."

"Bring your clubs," Dante said. And then, to her, low enough that only she heard: "Wear something white. The sun suits you.

Inside the car, the city slowly receded. Sena hesitated for a long time before finally speaking. "Mr. Moretti, tonight, you really don't have to do this."

"Dante."

Sera didn't catch it clearly and asked uncertainly, "What...... What? ”

"Call me Dante."

Sera pursed her lips and took a deep breath: "Alright, Dante, tonight you were going to ...... tonight."

Before Sarah could finish, Dante interrupted, "No, I didn't. ”

The silence continued. She looked at him. "Why are you doing this?"

He let the question hang while the towers streamed past, and just before the garage swallowed them, he said, "Because you're mine this week. And I don't share what's mine."

He didn't say it like a compliment. He said it like a warning. But somewhere under her ribs, something small and treacherous lit up anyway.

Just as Serra was lost in thought, Dante's ex-wife hurried toward the elevator. The elevator doors snapped shut with a "click" and began to ascend.

But Moretti suddenly grabbed her slender waist, startling Serra and her center so unstable that she leaned closer to his chest. His eyes were deep and heavy, with something black faintly flowing inside, but she couldn't see clearly and inexplicably felt a bit afraid. He was very strong, pressing her heavily onto the elevator. His index finger

suddenly pressed against her lips："You're mine, you don't need to watch their moods. "Sera parted her mouth slightly in confusion, her beautiful eyes looking

at him with innocence.

Moretti suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips heavily. He was forceful, as if he were seriously arguing with someone. She was embarrassed, anxious, and scared, reaching out her hands to push him away, forced to endure the gap between his sudden kisses, crying out brokenly, "Elevator..... Mmm..... Elevator..... Elevator ....

Sera had no idea what madness this man was acting upon. How could he possibly be embarrassed in the elevator?! This man was simply too bold!

Dante didn't care what Sera was thinking now. He felt a little tightness in his heart. Did this woman think being with him was something shameful? Was it hard to say it? Even though she was timid, and she didn't mean it at the time, he still felt a lump in his chest.

Holding her slender waist, he pressed down heavily. Through her clothes, he could feel the softness of her skin. Thinking of the beauty he had tasted last night, he began to feel unsatisfied. His large hand gently tore open her clothes and slipped under her hem. The moment her warm skin touched, she immediately shivered sensitively. Sera panted and pitifully shrank in his arms, desperately wanting to shrink herself infinitely—ideally, to a place he couldn't see!

Anxiously, she reached out and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his arms that had started to cause trouble, pressing them against her waist. His arm paused slightly, surprised by her enthusiastic initiative.

She seized the opportunity, escaped his kiss, looked up, and begged him as if she was about to cry: "Please, don't—don't come back here!"

” To please him, she leaned in deliberately, and for the first time, she took the initiative to touch his lips with her delicate ones. This—it was a kiss! She moved her lips away, her face flushed with shyness, but her round eyes were pitiful and pitiful, as if crying and lamenting. She looked at him with that expression, her slender hands still tightly embracing him, as if they had become extremely intimate, as if he had become the emperor she could rely on. He really found it hard to refuse her request!

"Heh heh......"

He chuckled softly, somewhat involuntarily. But this woman had this kind of helpless charm that left him helpless! He withdrew his hand and gently placed it on her waist. He could hear her sigh of relief, and also feel her body soften slightly. This inexperienced girl seemed genuinely frightened just now.

But Dante maliciously felt that he might have taken a liking to scare her!

A cute little one.

So, next time, I'll try to scare her again! Seeing her reaction to this is also a great pleasure!

It must be said, Dante was definitely not a good person!

She was spared in the elevator, but once inside the room, there was no reason to walk around her. He kindly told her to wash up, but she lingered in the bathroom and wouldn't come out. He glanced at his watch. Wow, it had already been an hour. She had showered for quite a while, so long that he finished a bottle of red wine by himself. It seemed someone was trying to avoid her.

Dante drank the last glass of red wine, turned around, and simply got into bed.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door was quietly pulled open. Knowing she had been dawdling long enough, Sera peeked out cautiously. Her steps were so light that you could call her tiptoe. She saw that most of the lights in the room were out, leaving only a bedside lamp, which was probably reserved for her. The man on the bed lay there, covered with a blanket, motionless, seemingly asleep.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, somewhat relieved that her little scheme had succeeded. Being able not to ...... Not to do ...... with him Doing that kind of thing is really nice!

She approached carefully, lifting a corner of the blanket. Her beautiful legs, like a mermaid's tail, slid onto the bed and slipped under the covers. During this time, she almost held her breath, carefully staring at his face. His eyes were naturally closed, his breathing steady—he must have fallen asleep. When she got into bed, the soft mattress bounced a little, and she was still a bit worried. Now, she was fully on the bed, half-lying down, but he still hadn't opened his eyes. Only now could she truly relax. Now, all she needed to do was turn off the bedside lamp.

She slowly reached out, just about to touch the bedside lamp switch. Suddenly, a large hand reached out, wrapped around her waist, and yanked her hard like a plush toy. Her back immediately pressed against the man's burning skin!

"Ah—" she cried out urgently!

He—he wasn't wearing any clothes!

She immediately felt something her lower back, the familiar force making her shiver, her body burning hot uncontrollably! He suddenly flipped over, pressing down on her like a fierce tiger. The sheets slipped off, revealing his strong, beautiful skin.

He grinned, his teeth neatly aligned, and under the dim light, he looked extremely sinister.

"Woman, play with me, you're still too inexperienced!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body pressed down heavily. The night gave him something even deeper, making him look like a king of the night. His towering figure and the shadow cast by him were enough to make Sera suffocate. He kissed her urgently, grabbed her two small hands that tried to resist but trembled pitifully, raised them above his head, and at the same time tore her robe, leaving her shapely body completely unhindered, carefully pressed against him.

The smooth, tender touch was so intense that he started moaning, his breathing heavy. He devoured her lips, kissed a few times, and then began to gnaw at her skin with urgency...... She trembled violently, helplessly like a small boat drifting on the ocean, and once again, she cried out from his violation. He especially enjoyed her whimpering, like a kitten's meow, his movements becoming increasingly inappropriate and uncontrollable. That night, she cried until her eyes were swollen, while he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He pressed her down and made love hard several times, only reluctantly stopping in the second half of the night. Before going to sleep, he still felt his anger was unresolved, biting her ear and whispering hoarsely, "Woman, you look so seductive when you cry. Next time, cry in bed for me to see!" ” After hearing this, she choked up, two golden beans rolling down her eyes, and she stopped crying instantly. He was satisfied, stretched out his large hand, pulled her into his embrace, and pressed her tightly against him. Behind her, he wrapped one arm around her smooth, slender waist, while the other rested on top of her black hair, leaning sideways and hunching over. This position was just right to hold her completely in his embrace. Her hair was messy, her little head curled up under his shoulder, her body curled up in the afterglow of their lovemaking, forced to press close to him. Looking at it this way, it seemed as if he was protecting her. Unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness, she soon fell into a deep sleep!