Page 26 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

I do not sleep well and I’m restless all night. All I can think of is him inside me. Us sleeping in the same building all night and in different beds while putting off the inevitable is a bad move.

My disturbed energy has me tossing and turning, and I’m stirred up. I should have forced myself to come hours ago, so I can finally sleep.

The thing is, I do not want to taint my energy or damage the powerful experience ahead of me. The likely earth-shattering orgasm is all I can think about.

As I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, I am anxious, excited, charged, and horny. I am also wet, and my clit is throbbing.

I rise and I sit alone in the dining room, drinking coffee. I am distracted, and I am having trouble thinking straight. As I stare at the crackling fire mesmerized, it takes me minutes before I realize the ancient primal energy coming from it is likely worsening my situation.

Dante is later than usual for breakfast, and I start to get nervous he’s a no-show and that our arrangement is off.

He walks in as Maria enters from the kitchen door with a smile and food. “Buongiorno, Dante. Buongiorno, Raven!”

As always, Dante smiles sweetly to Maria, tossing her a ‘Buongiorno.’ He and I look at each other with cold, loaded looks.

He tilts his head ever so slightly, and I bow mine. “Sir.” My eyes never leave his, and Maria flicks her eyes between us.

She must suspect something is up, and I decide to jump in fast. “A storm may be brewing.” I’m not wrong and grey clouds form across the sea. Dante smirks at the odd universe, with its storm and the timing of it.

As he sips coffee, thunder rumbles outside the arched windows, almost as if proving I was right. I raise a brow as if to say, “Told you so!”

Maria grins and she potters about the table with plates. “Indeed-a, bella. There is a storm coming from the ocean. We may all be in for-a battering.”

Dante smiles at me, and I blush as Maria steps back from the breakfast.

“Well, you’ve both likely got-a big days ahead and you will need the energy to burn. Best you eat heartily, both of you!”

I bite my lip, cursing the universe as Dante stares at me with cold dark eyes. He is no doubt picking up on the charged situation and strange energy.

“Thanks,” he says huskily while sipping his strong black coffee. Before Maria reaches the door, Dante turns to her. “I may stay the odd night at the castle, Maria. I will keep the room here, and my things in it, and I will be down for some meals if that is okay.”

Dante’s eyes meet mine as Maria smiles from the door. “Si and grazie. Just-a let me know, dear.”

As Maria leaves, Dante thanks her, and we eat in silence. As the clock ticks high on the wall, the fire crackles, and thunder rumbles in the distance. It’s getting stormier out, and we avoid each other’s eyes.

I try to stay focused on eating until I inhale. It had to be done. Ask… ask… ASK!

I put my cutlery down, and I stare up. “If the fine sir was receiving visitors, then what time would be suitable?”

Dante places his own cutlery down. Being theatrical was likely goofy. I’m a fucking idiot. Dante takes his time chewing, and I look down, embarrassed. Screw it . I decide to look up, and I hold my chin high as our eyes meet.

“Are you sure about this?” Dante asks.

I reach out quickly before I realize I am. I’ve just taken his hand, and I squeeze it. I pull it back, ashamed, and I look at him and nod. God, I’m a mess!

“Five chimes after the midday.”

So, five o’clock! I nod and I’m now having trouble meeting his gaze. Minutes later, Dante finishes his meal, stands, and he gives me a cold look.

My heart jumps, and I can’t move or breathe. Then he is gone and out the door. A minute later, I lean out the window and stare down as I hear a car door open and close.

Dante tosses his jacket in the Range Rover and our eyes meet. I watch him, unable to help myself and without controlling my emotions.

Dante shakes his head, and he grumbles coldly, “I hope you’re not biting off more than you can chew.”

I tell myself to make it good and also fast. “I can bite off a lot… sir!”

We keep looking at each other, and I’m getting wet again. Dante talks low and he is husky. “Talk is cheap.”

As the Range Rover roars away fast, I close the window and sit. I’m excited, nervous, electric, and wet.

Maria returns five minutes later, and she pulls me back to reality. I ask her about renting costumes, but I’ve already prepared.

Last night online, I found a small shop in the next town. They didn’t have a great website, and it is still too early to phone them.

After telling Maria I want to dress Renaissance style, to help my writing, she confirms the next town does have a rental store. Excited, I leap up and hug her. “Thanks, perfect, and thanks for breakfast.”

I shoot out kitchen the door before the storm hits, and it’s time to seize the day. Upstairs, I decide to be productive until midday. I sit at the suite’s writing desk overlooking the stormy coast, and I force myself to write.

I can see the castle above the cliff, but only if I lean out my window. Just as well. Having the grumpy hunk waiting in the castle like Dracula and visible would mess with my head and clit even more than it already is.

After several averagely productive hours, I give in. I’m too distracted, and I run a hot bath.

Readying my body for penetration and whatever else he wants to try feels strange, but I soap myself slowly in the ancient bath.

As I do, I wonder what Dante will do to me and my body. I also wonder how wicked he will be.

And if I will be shy, or if I will stand up and request things. Like the choking I’ve seen in pornos, or like commanding hair pulling. No one has ever sucked on my clit either, so it’s likely too much to expect… even if I imagine it.

The water is cool by the time I get out, and I dry myself as lightning flashes on the horizon.

I pull on my sexy black thong, and I adjust it as my heart pounds with anticipation. I pull on the matching black bra, and it’s the sexiest lingerie I have.

I remember I will be wearing a costume or dress, so I reach for my boring freshly cleaned jeans and boots.

It is the closest I have to bad weather gear, but it is far from perfect considering the ride ahead. I consider the concept of riding somewhere… to be ridden.

Again, what a strange world we live in.

Note to self: keep putting weird universe-type things in my novel. Not bath finger fucking, just more connective observations!

As I ride Olive towards the next town, I pass the shaggy black dog near the shops. I dismount and crouch, offering my hand. “Hey, boy.”

The dog walks over, and I’m suddenly worried he does not have a home. As he comes close, we take each other in. He has one white eye patch, one white sock, and gentle energy. The rest of him is jet black, and I scratch his chin. “I’m Raven, and you really are a beautiful boy.”

I check the collar around his neck, and the tag notes Tito. No contact details. No owner details.

“Hey, Tito.” Something tells me I need to spend more time with him, but today, I’m on a mission. “A storm’s coming, Tito. Find somewhere dry and warm, okay?”

I mount and ride, but something inside me is not happy about leaving Tito. Tomorrow, I will find him, and I will ask Maria who he is.

The winds build as I trot on, and I keep my body low. As I ride through the swirling air and leaves, I take an alternate path to avoid the main road. After finding the store in the small coastal town, I tie Olive to a tree across the road.

Nervously, I enter the costume store, and after twenty minutes, I leave with a black fairy costume for me and a black Zorro one for Dante.

The large wings for my costume will get damaged in my bag, so I pull them on. From a small store two doors along, I get a mix of pastries, and a bottle of good Italian wine.

After tying the bag on the back of the saddle, I put the wine in the saddle bag, pat Olive, and mount.

I mutter a few words to calm my nerves, and I trot through the trees, nervous and excited.

The wind increases, but finally, I reach our small village.

I cut across the road and trot down to the beach.

As I ride towards the castle, I grin. My heart pounds and my wings bounce.

This might actually be it, and if it is, I will be claimed by a masked brute in a castle on a cliff in a storm, maybe even against a wall.

As I grin like a fool, I imagine it. I then imagine him pulling my hair.

After some tragic dates, I’m desperate for someone talented to take charge and show me the way.

The beach winds grow in power, and they blow hard to my side. As I grit my teeth, my eyes water. My wings shake, but they are strong like me.

I pat Olive, adjust my pack and grit my teeth. As we start to canter, sand flicks up and lightning crackles on the horizon. Suddenly raindrops fall, and I yell loudly, “You have got to be kidding!”

We charge through the rain fast and then up a field and into the trees. Ahead, I will have to jump a fence or stop and open it. “Screw it,” I huff, my jaw tense.

Olive and I race for the stone wall and fence, then we sail over it and land hard. As we push on, I’m now wet but focused.

Dante better be good, and he better be able to claim me properly.

The danger and drama pumps me for what lays ahead, and the beast between my legs heaves as we thunder over the wet ground.

We ride faster and harder, charging through the rain and leaves between the trees.

I drop lower onto Olive’s wet mane as the storm kicks in. I hold on for my life, and I decide here and now, nothing in the universe will stop me!

I will have sex, even if it kills me.

As I charge up to the Tuscan castle, leaves swirl and lightning arcs above. I vault down to the ground, and the main castle doors suddenly swing wide open.

Dante stands in front of me, his long white shirt open and flapping in the wind.

He pulls me straight into the main castle door, and he seizes Olive’s reins. As I stagger into the dry lobby area, he yanks Olive inside too.

Dante spins the wet horse in the grand lobby, and he slams the large doors closed, as if it’s nothing. I’m wet and shivering as the horse snorts, confused.

As Dante takes my day pack off me, he places it on a large oak side table. He then turns to me, and he wipes water from my red cheeks with his hands. “Now, remove your top.”

“What?”

“You’re wet.”

I gulp, and he helps me remove the wings. Dante places them on a suit of armor next to us, and I double blink at the image. A medieval knight with wings.

My white t-shirt and black bra are wet, and Dante turns with a towel. “Off.”

I pull off the wet top but freeze. Dante lifts a brow, and I force myself to remove my bra.

I feel shy as Dante looks at me, and I try to cover my breasts. Slowly, he holds my face in his hands, and they are warm like his eyes.

“Lower your arms, Raven. And do not cover your breasts. You’re a perfect young woman, do you understand me?”

It takes me several seconds, but I decide to nod.

“And if you can’t take off your clothes, you won’t be able to handle what’s coming next.”

“What… what’s coming next?” I ask, getting nervous.

Dante kisses me, and he slides his thick tongue inside my mouth. I cannot believe how amazing it feels, and I weave mine around his.

He is an incredible kisser, and it suddenly feels like he’s fucking my mouth. As I start to lose my breath, he pulls back, startling me.

I feel on edge. I’m needy, desperate and this is dangerous. Here and now, I’d do anything he wants. Anything at all.

“If you really want to know what will happen, Raven, I’ll tell you. First, you will come, and hard. Violently hard. Then after you, I will come.” I stare up at him, wide-eyed, nervous, wet, and turned on. How can he be so confident? It’s as if he has done this a hundred times.

And he is this… A master.