Page 23 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

As Dante stands over me, he stares down. He is covered in a fine film of sweat, and his perfect body is as good as any statue I’ve seen in Italy.

He stands on top of me, and he is blocking half of my sun. “No, nothing happening here,” he says before smiling. “And no, of course I’m not spreading my seeds. Those days are over.”

As I try not to giggle, Dante drops the white rose petals. They cascade down onto me, and I laugh in the sun. I shake my head and mumble low, “Bastardo.”

Dante stands more over me, and each of his bare feet in jeans are on each side of my hips. The tease is basically on top of me.

I move my hands, and I hold each of his ankles. It’s a bold move, but I have nothing else to do in the sun.

“Great,” he says before growling, “Look, I’ve got to go.” Dante stares down at me, and he is not moving away. “Keep me posted and talk tomorrow!” Dante ends the call, and he crosses his large arms above me. “Sorry. I have some interests.”

He then pauses and he looks tempted to lay down and claim me in the sun. All of a sudden, his energy changes, and he walks away fast. “Come.”

I roll over fast and leap up to catch him. Dante is fast, and we enter various areas of the castle and estate. I glance back at the pony, nervous. Olive is now all alone.

“She can’t go anywhere,” Dante says, knowing the property and its fences. “She’ll be fine.”

I relax some as we walk on fast. “But will I be?”

Our eyes meet, and Dante’s mind is ticking over. The moment is loaded. “No.”

“No what?” I ask, confused.

“You’ll be ruined… if you’re not careful.”

As we walk on, it’s likely time. “I’m a bit disturbed,” I say. “I don’t know much about you.” I pull in oxygen for the next part because it’s heavy. “But this is about another matter.”

My stomach tightens as I plan my request.

I’m absolutely crazy… or am I?

Dante reaches an oak barrel, and he has not said anything yet. The area we’re in is on the side of the castle, and we’re in a cute courtyard with marble statues.

The area is sheltered and private. It looks down towards vineyards, the beach and coastline. Dante places his phone aside, and he throws water from the oak barrel over his sweating body. He looks magnificent, and I try not to drool or touch him.

Dante lifts a fluffy white towel, and I quickly turn my head. I get distracted from talking, and I stare at his body and think of his thick hard cock.

I then wonder if I could take it, if it would be a good pain or hurt way too much. Really, for what I need, I need a young guy and not a real man.

Certainly not a powerful man, and not one with a massive or brutal cock.

“Sorry, how can I help?” Dante asks, still in business mode and still cold. It’s terrible timing because he was just discussing deals and money with a businessperson. Hell! It has to be the worst time to pitch him my offer.

The offer for him to take me and be the first. I want to be deflowered, and I want to become a real woman.