Page 32 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

I slowly awaken and roll over. I’m alone and I squint into the rising sun. The bed is amazingly soft and large, and I move around and stretch out. I see Dante standing in black boxers, and he is next to the fire holding a coffee.

He sees me peer around, and he looks at the table near him, then the old-fashioned white iron bath. “Get over here.”

I walk over naked, and I rub my eyes and step into the warm water. It’s a perfect temperature, and as I drop into it, Dante passes me a coffee. I settle into the deep bath, and I lay back in it. I lower my head in, and I come up for air, then sip and sigh.

“I wonder what the peasants are doing?”

We both laugh at my silly comment, and I shake my head. What an F-ing night, literally.

As Dante eats bread, cheese, and figs fireside, I wash in the classy bath with some fancy soap. I then start on my breakfast after Dante places a small table bath side.

We agree my virginity bon voyage was a success, and I’m happy to call it the fuck of a lifetime.

Dante explains I’ll no doubt have others, and I pause, deep in thought.

I take in the castle room, the gorgeous half-naked man, and what a comfortable and glorious experience it was. “What if they’re not as good as that?”

Dante shrugs and he sips his coffee. “There’s a term for that,” he says, leaning against the stone fireplace.

“And?”

“It’s called life.”

I toss fresh bread at him like a baseball, but he catches it just before it slams into him. “Careful,” he growls before chewing on it.

“Or?” I ask, an eyebrow up. Suddenly, my eyes pop, and I cover my mouth. “Heck, I better return the clothes.”

I check Dante’s old-fashioned Rolex on the table, then I look up. The two torn halves of the fairy costume hang from the medieval candelabra in the middle of the room above us.

I remember how it happened, and how it was torn from me. It was just before Dante pushed his huge cock in me and changed me forever. I remember how good it felt, and I remember the detail of his huge crown.

I have no idea why I don’t hurt, he’s so darned big.

“The ripping was my responsibility,” Dante says. “I’ll buy the fairy costume from them, but only if you agree to one thing.” I raise a brow, intrigued. “You keep the wings.”

I put my feet on the bath edges like I did that night, and Dante walks closer. My feet are exactly how they were in the villa when he made me come in the hot water.

It’s my favorite bath position now, and it will always be so.

Our eyes meet, and Dante stares down at me.

“What?” I ask, confused. He sits on the edge of the heavy old bath, and he lowers his hand into the water.

With his wet hand, he traces fingers along me, finishing at my nipple. As he plays with it, I start to get turned on. Our eyes are now locked, and I gulp with his perfect body inches away.

“Raven.”

“Yes,” I say, wanting him to continue touching me.

“Your education is… how shall I put it? Lacking. Or incomplete.” Dante’s voice is husky again, and I lean back intrigued. I want him to play with my clit next, and I open my legs ever so slightly.

“More?” I ask, realizing I want him to take me again. That’s a lie. I need him to take me again.

I watch him closely, and I try to control my breathing. My nipples are pebbling, and my clit is now throbbing.

“You have only read the first page of a rich and immersive book, Raven. Stumbling through life trying to work out the rest will…”

“Hinder me?”

“Hinder you on life’s path.” I watch Dante, intrigued, and I need something inside me soon. “It would be irresponsible of me to let you go. It’s for your own good. You do see that, don’t you?”

I bite my lip, needing more. “So, you will set me up for life, you will… teach me?”

“I will,” he says, now obviously hard.

It’s nice to feel his touch, and his eyes are getting dark and hungry. I want his cock in my mouth next, and I want to writhe on his tongue too. I nod as my heart rate picks up.

“And it’s teacher,” my teacher says, cold and commanding.

My heart jumps, and I’m excited and turned on again. “Yes… teacher.”

After being told by my teacher he has work to do, I get to play grumpy, then calm.

I clean up, and I saddle Olive before leaping on her.

I’m wearing a mix of my clothes and his because some of mine are still damp.

We share a loaded look as I prepare to leave.

Without planning to, I lean down fast for a kiss.

Dante hesitates, and as usual, he is a control freak and cold.

“Don’t be a dick, teacher.”

It slips from my lips, and I almost cover my mouth. The thing is, I’m leaning down low towards him, and it’s not that comfortable. “You’re too old for me, anyway.”

Dante grabs my mischievous face in his hands, and he kisses me hard and deep.

It’s bruisingly hard and sexual, but I can’t get enough. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, and I lock him in.

Dante probes my mouth, and he kisses way better than anyone I’ve ever kissed. He basically fucks my mouth each time we kiss, and he leaves me panting and wet. I also now know he takes what he wants when he wants.

As my heart pumps, I know I’m getting wet. I whip my head back, and I wipe my sinfully fucked mouth.

My plundered lips are open, and I pant. The sinful brute stares up at me as if nothing has happened at all. “Watch yourself, little girl.”

I don’t like it, and I’m proud of what I did last night. I mounted Dante, and I was not feeble, weak, or timid. I spin the horse perfectly on the spot, and Olive moves well under me.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I say, pushing back and giving Dante a fight or fuck look. Dante shakes his head, and I adjust the reins to ride off fast.

“Get the hell out of here!” Dante says, lifting his chin. “I have work to do. I also have a dungeon.”

A wicked image flashes through my sick mind, and it involves leather and being taken by him, and hard. I gulp away the extra saliva, and I remember the naughty book and movie about the sweet journalist and CEO.

“Can you…”

“No!” Dante says, stepping towards me. “And pump the brakes, princess. I will not tie you up and fuck you.” Our eyes hold. “Not this week, anyway.”

I smile, yell and charge straight toward the cliff path. As I get closer, I remember it’s extremely dangerous, like him.

It will be a complex way down, even if slow, and a fall will mess up all of my plans. I circle and search for another option. I eye an ancient four-foot-high wall, and I make a quick calculation.

“Don’t!” Dante yells. “It’s too high!”

At my riding peak in Virginia, I’d have cleared it. It’s been five years, but five years of no real riding. As adrenaline pumps through me, I calculate the odds, spin, and charge.

As we thunder towards the rock wall, my chest tightens.

“Raven, NO!” comes from somewhere, and I ignore the loud distraction.

“Come on, Olive,” I whisper before I time our attack and also my rise.

At the exact push off point, I rise from the stirrups, and I make sure Olive doesn’t carry my weight. I’m also telling her when she needs to jump, not that she’s blind.

As we sail towards and over the rock wall, I look down.

Olive’s hooves are incredibly close, and the rear almost clips the rock. We clear the wall by half an inch, and we land and charge away.

I ride low and peek behind us. Through my wild blonde hair, I see Dante shake his head. I raise a fist and scream loudly.

I’m alive!