Page 18 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

I sprint up the stairs, feet ahead of Dante, with my shoes in my hand. We enter our rooms and slam the doors at the same time. I put the shoes down, and I try to work out if Maria lives in the building and if we need to be quiet.

As I wipe off my lipstick in the mirror, I look at myself one last time. The gown is stunning, and I will never forget tonight.

As the alcohol in my body makes me feel alive, I reach back. I cannot reach the back of the gown, and I huff. To put it on, it had taken forever, even with a mirror. I’d also had to weirdly twist it around my chest.

Growling, I leave it on. Yanking off my satin thong, I grab my towel and run out the door.

As I pull open the bathroom door, I grin, wanting the hot water on me. As hot as can be.

I toss my towel, go for the bath taps, but I find Dante in the shallow bath filling with water.

“No way!” I yell, flustered and drunk.

I spin away, then turn back angrily. Dante places the fluffy body scrubber over his junk, and I get even more pissed. Our eyes meet, and I stamp my foot down hard.

“Shhhh, Maria is likely asleep downstairs.”

The window to the sea is open, and music wafts in from a bar a few doors down. Dante drinks another Campari and soda, and he nods to another glass on the edge of the window.

I fake smile an angry thanks as I remember the dress still on me.

Walking over to him, I spin, offering him my butt. “Please?”

Suddenly, he stands naked. He reaches out and he yanks me closer to him. I gasp as I face the window. “You rogue.”

Dante unclips the many clasps one by one, and he puts his warm, wet fingers on my neck to help hold me in place.

An electric shock runs through me, and it is more distinct than before. I shiver as it spreads through me. Goosebumps form on my arms and I pant. As my clit pulses, I start to get turned on.

Suddenly, the gown drops to the ground, and I grab it fast. My butt is now inches from his junk and in full view.

I grab the gown, hike it up, and narrowly avoid his cock taking me in the butt. I scamper across to my towel, half my untouched butt still visible.

“You brute!” I growl, almost slipping on the now wet floor.

Dante drops back into the steaming water, and I use my towel to shield myself. I step from the dress into a towel, and I carefully lay the gown over the chair.

As I sit in my towel, I frown and sip my Campari. The cool air is starting to chill me, and I start to lose my nice drunk edge.

“It’s cold,” I say.

Dante opens his eyes, and he looks at me without emotion. “It is.” I peer down, and my nipples are erect through the thin old-fashioned towel.

“You rogue!” I huff. I take in the big old bath, and it is large and deep. I’m also drunk.

Screw it!

I walk over with my towel, my frustration, and my Campari. “Move over!”

“You cannot be serious,” Dante says, raising a brow for the first time.

“I’m joining you, but don’t you dare try to finger me.”

Dante makes a face. “In your dreams!”

“What the hell does that mean?” I ask, walking around the bath.

“You wish,” Dante growls.

I look for an easy entry point, as if preparing to attack his domination of the bath. I find the best way in—and it is naturally from behind.

It is also near his tight, rock-hard butt, so there is a bonus. “Shuffle forward. I’m going to take you from…”

“Behind?”

“Yes,” I huff as I step into the bath behind him. I toss my towel onto the old chair, and I climb into the water. I then push Dante forward with force.

The old-style bath is bigger and deeper than most modern ones, but it is not at all twice as long.

Dante grunts and shuffles forward as I drop in behind him. With him in front, and his thick cock pointing away, I should be safe.

Having his tight buns rub against me or between my legs, if that ever happens, will be workable. It may even be good!

I can even reach around and fist his cock if he gets too rude or insulting. I lay back and stay low in the water, then I push underneath him. The water is hot and steaming, and looking down, I see his tight butt.

How can I not?

It is now hovering in the water inches above my stomach, and I am basically now under him and it. He is now like a human blanket, and parts of us are touching.

My stomach tightens, and I try not to grab his buns and hold him to me. My clit throbs, and my body is turning traitorous.

Dante grumbles as he holds himself slightly above me to take the weight. After a long minute, he gives up and huffs, “Screw this. Coming down.”

Slowly, he drops softly onto me, and his butt is now over my hips and pelvis. Not bad, I guess. At least he’s not heavy.

As I lay drunk, I enjoy my odd, shared spa.

“Perfect,” I say, feeling drunker and better again.

I realize my refreshing and cold Campari is out of reach, and I open an eye. “Can you reach my drink?” The rogue does not move. “Dante?”

All of a sudden, he climbs from the bath, and he is dripping wet. I gulp as I see him completely naked. He walks across the wooden floor, and my jaw drops. I get a perfect view of his wet, sculpted body and firm butt.

As he returns, my gaze drops from his dark eyes to his perfect jaw, stunning shoulders, impeccable six pack, V, and finally to his semi-hard cock.

It is thick and far larger than I imagined. My heart stops as I study his huge crown. It’s massive.

I forget to breathe, and he calls my name. A second later, he clicks his fingers, and I peer up. He hands me my Campari, and he climbs back in to lie on top of my entire body. What the actual…

As Dante settles back down, my body goes into shock. My breathing is getting messy, and as my clit cries out to be touched, I start to lose it. I can now sense he has been around. Also, that he has skills… very special skills.

And who is this calm while naked with a stranger?

I have one shot at this, and maybe him being drunk will help. “I want to adjust my stance on… light fingering,” I say without planning to.

There is awkward silence, and I know I’ve messed up. I also know I’m drunk. Seconds pass, and I know I need to get out and leave, fast. This is beyond embarrassing!

Dante clears his throat, and his voice is husky and deep.

“Sit in front of me.”

As my clit throbs like a church bell, I try to build up courage.

Before I fully plan it, I push up and climb out. I am now outside the bath, naked, and I am dripping all over the floor.

My wet folds are near his stubbled jaw, and they are basically at his head height.

Dante growls, and he slides back, all the way, intrigued. He puts his Campari on the floor near mine, and he looks up at me.

Our eyes hold as if we are involved in some kind of sport between two pros. I finally can’t help myself. “You may also play with my breasts to get me in the…”

Dante’s eyes go darker, and his cock seems to double in size. I gulp as I look down at it. How can anyone get that thing inside them?

And how much would it hurt?

I’m unsure if staring back up to his V and six pack to his chest, lips and eyes is wise, but I do it.

A whimper escapes my lips as the brute’s eyes squint. His huge cock then twitches in the hot water.

Nervously, I climb in front of him, and he slides back a little more.

I know he will be able see my butt, and it will be a mere foot away from his body and thick cock as I climb in.

As I do, my clit pulses, and my nipples pebble even more. Finally, I lay back down in the hot bath, and it’s my turn to play human blanket on top.

As I drop down, I lay on his body, and I feel it below me. Most of it is strong and firm, and then suddenly his thick cock is pressed against my butt and ass crack.

I’ve never thought much about anal, but suddenly my heart and body start to get all confused.

My core and clit want attention, but I know if he was in my butt, he would rip me in two.

Dante’s athletic body is warrior-like, and it is like a mat of layered, hard muscle. It makes for the most erotic mattress, and it is impossible to relax.

As I lay on Dante and his hard cock more fully, I almost come on the spot. I try to breathe normally, and my chin is just on the waterline. Dante breathes behind my neck, and his sinful lips are inches from my ear.

We stay like that for a moment, and the hot water and alcohol help to calm me. I can tell he is trying not to touch me, and I see his fisted hands at his side.

Our bodies are a perfect fit, but it is awkward with our arms seemingly frozen in hesitation. My hands are even balled tightly like his.

It’s as if we don’t trust ourselves, or at least our hands… to touch, explore, enter, fist or yank.

“Are you ready for me?” Dante asks huskily against my ear.

Even if I want his tongue inside my ear and more, he said it coldly. He is either cool under pressure, or he has done it, or this, a thousand times.

As I imagine him making women come a thousand times, my mind gets scrambled.

I shake my head and try to focus. At least he’ll know how to make me come and come hard. I inhale and start to count from five down to zero. I breathe in, and I try to find calm.

Several long seconds later, I nod.