Page 34 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

As I run down the villa steps, the horn blasts one more time. I have my day pack with me, and I stop and stare at the car. It’s a sleek vintage convertible, and as I run around it, I see it’s an exquisite, old Ferrari. “Nice.”

“It’s not nice. It’s spectacular,” Dante says, taking my bag from me and opening my door.

“My mistake,” I say, sliding in.

“It was my grandfather’s,” Dante says. “And she’s fast.”

“Just like me,” I say as I slide into the leather seat and pull on my sunglasses.

Dante climbs in beside me, and the sun beats down. “Exactly.”

Seconds later, we are blasting along the Tuscan roads, and I notice we are heading north.

“Where are we going?” I ask, the wind in my hair.

“Milano.”

“What?”

“Milano, for the night.”

“But… I have nothing to wear,” I say, looking down at my cut-off jean shorts and my tight white T.

“That will be fixed.”

“And what will we do?”

Dante carefully overtakes horses being ridden along the side of the road, then he lets the Ferrari loose. As we streak between vineyards, past villas, and old churches, he leans over.

“On arrival, we will check into the city’s best hotel. My usual suite. I will dress and attend a meeting with a designer. You will be taken to a spa and hair salon. I’m paying. Only if you would like to go, that is.”

I peer over, getting excited. “I like it so far…”

“Then you will be escorted to Milano’s fashion district, where someone will help you buy a dress.”

“A dress?”

“Yes, dresses are clothing.”

I raise a brow to the arrogant brute. “For what, Grumpy?”

“Dinner and the catwalk show.”

“What?” I gasp. “Explain.”

Dante drives us around the coast before we head inland. The coastline takes my breath away. The Mediterranean Sea sparkles below like a diamond necklace on dark blue velvet, and I’ve never seen anything like it.

“I’m not often in Milan and I have certain…

business interests. Investments. I need someone on my arm, or gold diggers will…

how should I put it… swarm. I want you to attend the fashion show, and you may actually enjoy it.

The spa will give you something to do while I meet the designer, and you need something suitable to wear tonight. ”

Dante’s eyes take in my cutoff jeans and tight T.

“At the spa, you can have a massage. You can also get waxed if you like.” I look over at her and I bite my lip. “This is basically a work trip, so all expenses are paid for.”

“But…”

“If you insist,” Dante says, looking over. I don’t understand what he means. “Thanks for offering. I may have your tight butt after we return.” I gulp and look ahead. Dante’s voice then gets husky. “And maybe in the dungeon.”

I don’t know what to say, and I start to get turned on but nervous.

Anal… Already… My heart pounds, and my clit starts to throb.

Do it! I reach over and I slide a hand between his legs. I leave it there and it feels nice to have him close. I just have a hand between his thighs, and it’s not sexual; it’s more… gentle.

Secure. As if this is… normal.

Dante drives fast, and he looks straight ahead. When the road is clear ahead, I feel him side-eye me. Maybe I just crossed a line. Too bad, it feels nice and I’m trying to be more confident. It’s time to do what feels right, but deep down, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Several hours later, after stopping for sparkling water and the most divine Italian gelato, we enter Milano.

The city that is home to some of the world’s greatest fashion brands took my breath away when I first drove through it in the red rental.

I beam as the Ferrari glides down the cobbled streets, and it’s nice to be back.

After checking into an incredible hotel, we are shown to the penthouse suite. Dante then dresses in a navy suit that has been delivered, and he disappears.

A local fixer and lovely older woman called Ciara takes me to an exclusive spa, and she explains everything is paid for.

I opt for a full body massage and then wax. It’s my first.

It is a strange experience, but after, as my hair is cut, I drink wine. It calms me, but as I look around at the stunning Milano women, I notice they’re sophisticated and extremely well dressed.

I gulp nervously, and I think of tonight.

Several hours later, I follow Ciara, and she compliments me on my shorter hair. As we enter the fashion district, she reminds me the dress, shoes, and anything I want are paid for.

She then encourages me to dress suitably.

I look around, and all I see are gorgeously elegant Italians. Spectacular garments sit behind windows, and I finally cave and go with it.

Ciara has advised I select two outfits, one for now and my general use, and a dress for the dinner and fashion show.

After an hour, I settle on a one-piece white linen jumpsuit with a wide white belt and white high heels.

As we exit the marble boutique, I catch myself in the window.

With my new hairstyle and the white suit and shoes, I do not recognize myself. We push on and head past more boutiques.

As we head for the large, gorgeous Givenchy door, two hot Italian guys turn to check me out. As they eye fuck the heck out of me, my heart pounds hard.

I shake my head as Ciara laughs, and she holds the Givenchy door open for me.

Half an hour later, we exit the store with several bags and two boxes. I freeze as I see Dante outside in his gorgeous navy suit. As he opens the Ferrari door, he raises an eyebrow.

“Madam.”

I smile, say nothing, and I slide into the Ferrari in my new outfit, classy hair, and my slick, waxed pussy.

I grin behind my sunglasses, and we streak down the sunny road. I then feel my teacher’s hand slide between my thighs. He leaves it there, just like I did, and it feels nice. Almost like I’m his.

I think of my studies ahead, and I wonder what the next lesson or test will be. I tell myself it’s important to learn, and always… Always do what the teacher commands.

After showering in the huge marble bathroom, Dante and I dress. It’s the end of the day, and we are on the clock.

Dante reveals a necklace he has acquired from somewhere, and it looks old. It’s also extremely heavy. The old Cartier box it came in is stunning, and as I step back and stare at myself in the full-length mirror, it’s hard to believe.

The dark blue Givenchy dress is to die for, and it sits low on my shoulders. It’s almost the color of the sea I saw today, and it feels timeless, chic and divine.

I’m convinced I saw a similar dress in an old Hollywood movie, and I think it was worn with long elegant gloves.

The dark high heels are beyond elegant and even oddly comfortable. They are the same color as the dress, and they are divine.

As I perfect my cat eyes, I start to grin. I’ve never done them like this, and for whatever reason, my hair still looks classy. It’s shaped in a long kind of bob, and I don’t feel like the scruffy, curvy virgin nerd I was before.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

It’s almost too much, and as Dante walks up, we take in my dress and new look. I turn left and right, then gulp.

“Bellissimo,” Dante coos before kissing the back of my neck. “Bellissimo.”

I can’t believe it’s me in the mirror. I can’t believe it at all.

As I take one last look, I turn to Dante. He looks breathtaking in his tailored navy suit and matching tie, and I adjust it for him ever so slightly. We have not kissed all day, and we have not even really touched.

“Comfortable?” he asks as I adjust his satin tie.

“Si, grazie.”

“Good,” he says caringly. He then talks deeper and more seriously. “Now, one last thing. Take off your panties.”

“What?”

“Do not make me ask you again,” he says coldly. I have mixed feelings, but the idea is suddenly hot.

“Only if you do the same.”

Dante freezes, and then slowly his lip curls up. “You are going to be trouble,” he growls, undoing his shoes.

As I slip off my sexy thong, I watch Dante remove his shoes, and then trousers. I take a quick peek at his thickening cock as we place our underwear on top of each other.

Dante and I eye fuck each other, and I try not to get wet.

I do not want a wet pussy, one that is now waxed, and I do not want it in a dress worth over ten thousand dollars. Especially around cameras and models.

As we enter the hotel’s incredible elevator, Dante leans into my neck. I feel his sinful lips on my collarbone, and his eyes are dark. He is not happy. “That will cost you.”

I turn in the elevator, and hundreds of Dantes are reflected in the mirrors between the marble.

It’s weird, and with Dante looking like he wants to take me here and now, I have a flash of an orgy and many Dantes taking me in every way.

My heart misses a beat, and I gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asks, “What are you thinking about?”

You in every place you can find.

“Do you think I’ll get an A or an F, teacher?” I stare into Dante’s dark eyes, and I know I’m playing with fire.

Dante smirks and he whispers in my ear, “I will always give you an F. But… if you’re really bad and you can take it, you will get an A.”

Don’t get wet.

Don’t get wet.

Don’t get wet.

I feel myself start to pant, then someone else enters the elevator. I turn and look down. I reach for Dante’s hand, and finally, I find it.

Dinner is divine, and it is unforgettable. We dine at an outdoor restaurant, and we drink several types of old wine. It is breathtakingly good, and the seafood, salads, and cheeses are the best I’ve ever had.

That, however, is nothing compared to what follows.

As Dante opens my black Ferrari door, paparazzi take photos and hundreds of people are kept back. Dante has sunglasses on, and I have no idea why. All I know is he is a CEO and involved in fashion. He keeps his cards close.

In his suit, he’s as hot as any male model, but for whatever reason, he’s trying to keep a low profile. As paparazzi shoot and people arrive in spectacular clothing, I take his arm, and we are quickly escorted in.

The suited older woman must be connected with the show; she has a head piece and a leather folder. Eventually, she shows us our seats, and we sit in one of the most exclusive areas.

I’ve never been to a catwalk show, and I feel out of place but excited.

The fashion show begins, and the lights, fanfare and theatrics take on a wild and epic feel.

The couture fashion work is more like art, and the fashion brand has really taken it out there.

After thirty minutes watching some of the world’s top catwalk models, many who I recognize from fashion magazine covers, it comes to a breathtaking peak. As the clapping slows and the music drops, I lean close to Dante. “Amazing.”

“Si,” Dante says, “Not bad, student.”

As the fashion designer bows out front, we keep clapping like everyone else. I then turn to Dante, and his eyes find mine.

We stare into each other’s faces, and we don’t look back. My lips then curl up. I’m in heaven.

After a drink on the roof of some bar and after taking in Milan under the stars, we take a drive through the city’s most amazing sights. People are out walking, dining, and enjoying the evening, and it feels glorious. The city is warm, clean, stunning, and peaceful.

After we park in the hotel’s marble carpark, we take the elevator up in silence. The energy is loaded, and I’m starting to get wet.

As I’m escorted into the suite, I have no idea what will happen next. I turn, about to say something, when Dante’s lips find the back of my neck. They are so soft I freeze before I’m slowly and carefully walked to the wall.

“Lift your dress,” is breathed into my ear and I do as I’m commanded.

As my exposed butt feels his thick cock against me, I spread my legs.

I let Dante kiss my neck, and as his hand reaches around to feel my slick waxed pussy, I start to pant. “Hands up.”

I lift my hands, and the dress stays on my hips.

With one hand on my breast, the other one working my core, I’m soon panting and begging. The wall, necklace, and high heels feel sexy.

“Bed,” is growled next, and Dante pulls back.

I go to remove the Cartier diamonds, Givenchy dress, and high heels, but my teacher growls, “No. Just the dress.”

Dante helps me from the dress, and I lay down carefully. Dante’s eyes are dark, and in his suit, he kneels between my legs. My heart pounds hard, and slowly, I move my knees apart, my feet still in the high heels.

“Legs apart. Show me yourself.”

I gulp, and using my fingers, I slowly show him my waxed pussy. I feel sinful and it feels decadent.

“Circle your clit,” he says, removing his tie. I do as I’m told, and I feel wicked.

As Dante’s dark eyes and sinful lips get closer, I remove my hand. Dante takes my core in his hands, and he devours my wet pussy.

Moaning, I place my high heels on his shoulders. He growls like a wolf, and I spread my legs wider. I then reach down for his hair.

Dante devours my waxed pussy with his thick tongue, sinful lips, and strong jaw. I start to moan in seconds.

Minutes later, I’m begging. Begging to come as he sucks on my clit, laps my juices up, and he swipes me again and again.

His three fingers curled up hit me hard, and it’s soon too much. My back arches like a sinful cat’s. “Coming…” I whimper. “Coming.”

Dante picks up speed, and I start to buck uncontrollably. “Come for me, now.”

I moan like an animal, and I buck into his perfect face. “Oh Dante! Oh Dante…” I come hard and fast, and for some reason, I don’t stop.

Finally, I lay panting in a pile with my Cartier diamonds, my high heels still on his shoulders. As my body quakes again and again, I move my butt and hips around.

I feel wicked. So fucking wicked.

My eyes double blink as I open them. As I look up, I see Dante licking his lips and removing his suit. He looks down, and his cock is enormous. For whatever reason, he also looks serious, his voice husky. “Get on your knees.”

Dripping, I roll over, and I glance behind me. Dante rolls a condom on, and he and his huge cock are right behind me. His crown rubs against my butt, and I feel bad. Bad enough to do anything!

I bite my lip as the heavy Cartier necklace pulls me down. I drop my head low, and I lift my butt. I am his. His to do whatever he wants.