Page 29 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

I lean against the door, and I remember the scary part is yet to come, literally. When he stretches me, and stretches me all the way, and makes me shatter. I get my day pack, the costume bag, wings, and I run into the bathroom.

The fine wings are surprisingly dry, and the fire did a good fast job.

After making my face and hair presentable, I pull on the sexy black mask and then the sexy black wings.

I then pull on the small swimsuit style one piece fairy-like costume.

I grin from behind my mask, and I start to get into it.

I run into the main room and spin. I decide standing boringly in the middle of the room won’t be dramatic enough.

As I notice a high stone edge around the wall, I see it runs above the fireplace.

It is a horizontal edge around the entire room, and it is a foot wide. Wide enough to stand on.

I turn off the modern electrical lights, and the room goes dark, apart from the flickering fire light. After some awkward climbing and grunting, I get up the fifteen feet to the fireplace level, but I’m along the wall.

I amble along the ledge with my back to the wall, and I stop above the fireplace.

Before I can work out how to get down, the main door swings open, and it slams against the wall dramatically.

I look at the shirtless Zorro figure in polished black leather boots, tight black pants, a thick black belt, and the amazing mask.

I gulp as the masked stranger steps in. He looks covered in oil, and his athletic body glints in the light.

“Fuck,” I mumble low, biting my lip.

Dante swings the door closed, and his eyes sweep around confused. I quickly realize he cannot see me in the darkness, and I cough. Dante steps closer, and then he leaps onto the long oak table.

As the fire light flickers over our bodies, masks, and glossy skin, he growls low, “Come down. I won’t bite.”

I gnaw on my lower lip as Dante jumps off the table. He is fast and he lifts one end of the heavy table and walks it to the wall. After leaping back on it, Dante walks along and reaches up.

Oh God he even has sleek black leather gloves. I get even more turned on, but there is one problem. The distance.

After a few nervous seconds, I inhale and jump. Dante catches me, and we end up in each other’s arms. As my momentum carries us forwards, we head off the table awkwardly.

We drop to the ground, and somehow Dante catches me around my waist.

His eyes in the black mask are darker than ever, and his voice is husky. “Nice theatrics, kid, but the games are over. It’s time for business, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I have no idea what he means but I know it’s time.

Dante kisses me hard, again, and he lifts me at the same time. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my slutty legs lock around his waist. As he walks me straight back to the table, our tongues claim each other.

They work overtime, as if the world is about to end, and all we have is tonight. As Dante reaches for my fairy costume, I ready for him to suck on my breasts.

Suddenly, my costume is ripped away, and my breasts are fully exposed. It’s hot, and he pulls the ragged bottom section from around my legs.

“Savage,” I mumble as he fucks my mouth with his tongue and drops me onto the table.

I latch onto his face properly, and I wrestle to keep my wings on. Luckily, they’re hooked over my arms and independent of the now ragged fairy costume somewhere in the room.

As Dante holds a breast, he rolls my pebbled nipple. I slide a hand down his stomach, and I yank at his thick leather belt.

Finally, I work it out, and I rip open then toss it across the room.

I lose focus as Dante slips a hand down my front. Two fingers disappear, and a jolt ignites within me.

Dante holds my chin to watch my eyes, and he swipes the two fingers again before curling them inside me and thumbing my clit. I’m drenched and I’ve been wet for an hour.

I moan at his expert touch and skill; they are too much.

As I try to hold his stare, I drive a hand down the front of his tight black trousers. I grab his hot, thick cock, and I look back into his masked eyes.

Dante growls and I moan to match him.

Suddenly, Dante starts on me like an angry brute. He circles my clit, and the pressure, speed and skill is spectacular.

As his fingertips hit my G-spot again and again, it’s almost too much. The sound of him taking me with his fingers is wet, loud, and I’m almost embarrassed.

The mask, dark eyes, all in black, and fire nearby ignite me, and I feel wild. I know I am losing it, and I will soon come. I just want to come with him inside me.

“Condom. Come soon,” I whimper desperate.

“Too soon,” Dante growls, exploring my tight pussy and making me beg.

I need to lose my V card, and I don’t trust the universe. No more obstacles.

“Please, I want, need…”

As Dante growls reluctantly, he reaches along the table. I pull his huge cock from his pants, and I gulp. From a wooden bowl that has used champagne corks and a Swiss knife, he pulls a condom wrapper.

He tears it open fast, and he slides it down in one clean sweep. I gasp as he lines up and I see the size of it.

As Dante slides my butt forwards, I start to get nervous. His huge crown rests at my wet lips. I don’t think I’ll be able to get it all inside me.

As he steps closer, I wrap my arms around his masked head. Dante pauses, and I understand from his eyes. I nod and stare straight into his black, black eyes. “Please.”

He holds my butt with one hand, and he holds his huge shaft in the other.

Dante rubs his crown against my clit, and I pant and gasp. He does not stop, and it’s almost too much.

He then swipes himself up and down my slickness, and I inhale. “Oh God!” As he pushes against my wet, hungry lips, I moan and flinch.

“Relax,” he says softly, but it’s more of a command.

Dante holds my jaw, and he watches my eyes inches away. Our faces are just touching, and then, ever so slowly, he enters me.

He does it with perfect control, perfect connection, and he is gentle. As I pant and stretch, I fight to breathe. “So big,” I huff. “So… big.” I know just the crown is in, maybe a little more.

“You’re too tight, princess,” Dante says as a growl before stopping.

“No,” I say, “please, please just push.”

Dante’s eyes twinkle, and he smiles. “Just relax, just relax…”

I nod and try to breathe as our eyes connect in the firelight. Our faces are still inches apart, and my mouth is open in amazement.

I stop breathing as he pushes deeper into me. Our eyes remain locked, and I feel myself stretched wide.

Just when I think he’s slid his entire cock inside me, he pushes even more in. My pussy is stretched wider and deeper, and even if it burns, it starts to feel incredible.

I moan and pant, unable to take much more. I’m now sweating fireside, and our bodies glint in the light.

“Shhh… Shhh…” he coos as my body and chest surges.

Dante pauses and then he holds my wrists tight.

“What?” I gasp, unsure.

“Trust me,” he commands.

I look at the man inside me, and in his black mask, black boots, and black silky gloves, he looks dangerous and hot.

With his thick cock buried inside me, he commands me, “Lay back!”

As I obey, he slowly lowers me back, holding my weight by my wrists. Waist high, I lay back on the table, and I feel more comfortable. I am now on the table in front of Dante, and he is deep inside me, all of the way.

As my body relaxes, he takes my hips and pulls me forwards. More of him enters me and I moan, feeling myself pushed to the limit.

I am amazed at the feeling, and I know I’m dripping on the table.

As Dante rocks forwards, he gets another few inches inside me. I gasp and it’s almost too much. He then moves his hips, and I feel him move within. It feels incredible, and I move my butt around. I then open my legs wider, and I place my feet on the table.

I try to get used to the position, then I try something different. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I lock him in.

I pull him deeper inside me, and I moan as his eyes sparkle. “Easy, princess.”

“Shut… Shut up and fuck me,” I say, desperate.

Dante grins at my bravado, and he wipes sweat from my top lip. I lick his thumb and move my face, so his thumb is now in my mouth.

As I suck on it, Dante growls and rocks into me. I start to moan as he pushes in again and again. Sucking his thumb is hot, but I need to suck in more oxygen. As I pull my face from his thumb I pant-talk, low, “Oh my God! That’s amazing.”

I’m unable to hide my excitement or give an F.

As Dante holds me around the back of the neck, he pumps into me slowly, deeply, and with incredible skill.

It is not hard and fast, but a perfect rhythm and surprisingly comfortable. My instincts tell me the gruff, hot man inside me is holding back. He is forcing himself to be gentle and to not hurt me. But if this is gentle, what the heck is his version of hard core?

I return to the now as he reaches down and plays with a nipple. His other hand strokes my clit, and the pressure and speed is perfect. Just how I do it myself.

As I put my arms behind me and back towards the fire, I expose myself.

I am his. All his to do whatever he wants.

As he starts to circle my clit faster, and faster, my core tenses up. I begin to gasp, and I know I’m close.

“Think… I think gonna come!” I pant out, teeth clenched.

Dante quickens his pace to help my experience, but his pumping is careful and controlled. As we sweat in the firelight, I spread my legs wider for the oiled-up brute.

I am now seconds away as my world unravels.

“Close!” I yell like an animal.

All of a sudden, Dante slows and my anger flares. He rocks slowly in and out and my breathing slows, my blood quickly boiling. “Don’t stop.”

“It’s not a fucking race.”

I cannot control the hatred in my eyes, and I watch him smile as he feels my glare. “You’re not the boss here, baby. You’re in my world now!”