Page 50 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

DANTE

After cleaning up after dinner, we relax in the warm castle chamber.

Tito lays by the fire, and standing nearby, I ponder life, death, and what the hell it’s all about.

It is the first time I’ve really done it, and I suspect it all comes from thinking about my grandfather and the fact that nothing lasts.

“Ever think of a bucket list?” I ask without planning to.

Raven looks up from patting Tito on the edge of the fireplace, and the dog lays between her legs. Again, stealing my job.

“Not really, but I get it. I like the idea.”

I drop into one of the chairs while looking at her, Tito, and the fire. “Feel like a small list?”

Raven perks up and fast. “Why not?”

“Okay, how’s this for an idea?” I say, thinking fast. “We both write down a mini bucket list of things…”

“We’re keen to one day do!” Raven says. “And let’s say only three. If we’re not careful, it’ll go into the tens with us wanting to see this, do that, and make this. It’ll run up to like fifty.”

“Agreed,” I say, liking Raven’s love of life and her drive to actually do things, not just talk.

“And if we find something we both want to do, we have to do it together.”

Our eyes meet, and hold… why not?

No one knows where we will be, who we will be with, and who we will actually be in a decade, but screw it. We can both see statues or visit some strange islands together. Why the heck not?

“Agreed!” I say.

Raven puts her hand out to seal the deal, and I lean over.

As we shake hands, she jumps back in. “Oh, and once we finish writing the list, we read one out, and then the other person does one. Backwards and forwards and no peeking at them, either. We basically go down the list! It’ll keep the surprises dramatic! ”

“Sure!” I say as I think of hidden traps.

As Raven stands, I can tell she is deep in thinking mode. She gets a Renaissance era sword from the side of the wall, and she starts to remove her dress.

She was not wearing a bra or thong, and suddenly, she is naked.

“Woman?” I ask, confused.

“I’m making it more fun. You too, old bastard.” Raven swishes the sword my way, and she raises an eyebrow. “Now.”

I shake my head before I peel off my jersey, jeans, and my black boxer briefs. Tossing them aside, I glance at Tito. “Hey, it was your mother’s idea.”

I select a sword as Raven pulls on her fairy wings. She sits down with the sword and one of her pens from the table.

As I sit near her, I cannot help but smile. “We may need to keep you around. You’re not entirely boring.”

I’d said it as a throwaway, but we look at each other, and I freeze.

“Now, on with the show!” I say, trying to push forward and get out of my showing of emotions hole.

I remind myself to get my act together and to be my old self.

To command, to be bossy, and to be a grumpy distant arsehole.

I pull a pen, rip two pieces of paper from a pad, and I slide a sheet to Raven. I keep one for myself, and I say, “Only three.”

“And no peeking!” Raven says.

I sit naked with the sword in my family castle, and I ponder what I want to do with the rest of my life.

It’s hard when you have everything, billions of dollars, and the power to do almost anything.

“And you’re sure about this must-do-together agreement? If we both have the same one, like, climbing Mount Kilimanjaro or visiting the great Pyramids of Egypt, even if in five years, we’ve got to do it together?”

“Don’t you try and flake out, woman. A deal is a deal,” I say coldly. “You know the rules, and you have committed.”

“I’m just checking you’re not full of shit!”

I focus on the paper, and our eyes meet playfully. Raven really is colorful and far more dynamic than most women I’ve met.

The other good thing is Raven thinks I’m a regular guy. She still has no clue I could buy everything within a thousand miles, and she doesn’t seem to care.

I want my list to be accurate, honest, and meaningful, so I dig in and focus. It’s immediately more complex than I thought, especially doing it on the spot.

I watch the naked fairy with wings, her pen in her sinful mouth. Her eyes are laser focused again, and it’s becoming intriguing. Like her.

For a split second, I try to work out if I’m becoming infatuated, or it’s some schoolboy crush… Or more. I shake my head and focus.

Ten minutes later, we put our two lists in a medieval helmet. We then decide to tear the lists into three, and we will do them one by one.

Raven does an innovative on-the-spot sword-swinging ceremony in front of the fire as a confused Tito looks on.

We pull each other’s first out, and I follow Raven’s imaginative lead. As we climb up and stand naked at opposite ends of the table, the fire crackles below us. We hold our swords dramatically high, and we prepare to read each other’s first.

I could not find a suitable medieval Italian item to wear, so I put on a thick black leather belt. It sits just above the V under my stomach, and below the V, is my, for once, relaxed cock.

As I hold up the sword, I read the first of Raven’s bucket list. I read it aloud, and I read it theatrically.

“Go on a cattle drive in Texas!”

My playful and naked student smiles, and I nod. “Very cool,” I say. “That would be great.”

Raven holds my first up, and she reads it slowly.

“Number one, Dante. Ski Puncak Jaya in New Guinea?”

I remember it well, and Raven looks confused. “It’s a mountain, you heathen,” I say. “And it’s a hard one to find! It’s likely the most remote ski slope on the planet and near the equator of all places.”

“Don’t they have cannibals in New Guinea?”

“Correct,” I say before Raven double blinks. I prepare to read aloud, and my voice is clear and strong.

“Number two. Visit the grave of Tolstoy.” I pause theatrically. “Who is he again?”

Raven shakes her head. “He wrote War and Peace, you ignorant peasant! Didn’t you go to school?”

I swish my sword fast. “I was thrown out of many of the best private schools in Italy, I will have you know.”

“And now look at you, sir!” Raven says, holding my next up. “Naked, bar a leather belt, better used as a handle to pull you around and fuck. You’re nothing but a sex toy.”

I growl low at the words and my cock twitches. “That’s sex teacher… student.”

“My apologies,” my student says before raising her sword. “Two, Dante. Raft down the Mississippi, old style.”

I have wanted to do that for years, but business has always gotten in the way. Raven nods respectfully. “Nice. A great choice indeed…”

“And now for the final!” I say, holding up Raven’s list. Our eyes meet, and she smiles back sweetly. I peer at her list, and I read aloud.

“Raven’s third. One day, have a child with the man I love.”

It’s sweet, and our eyes meet again. As Raven blushes, my heart pounds weirdly.

It’s just infatuation.

Only infatuation.

“That’s a good, robust wish,” I say, meaning it.

Raven shrugs cutely and mumbles a ‘thanks.’ As she prepares to read my final wish, she stands tall.

“Okay, and for Dante. The third and final…” Raven then pauses and speaks slowly. “Have a child with the woman I love.”

As she freezes, my distracted mind remembers what I wrote.

We both had the same final wish! And if our crazy deal is set in stone, we will have to have a child.

Together.

Time freezes, and our eyes meet and hold.

We both suddenly look away, and we avoid eye contact. I decide to break the awkward moment, and I jump in fast. “Well, it’s… good we know more about each other.”

Raven nods, and she looks up strangely, as if confused with the universe. I know exactly what she’s thinking because I’m thinking the same.

The universe is playing with us.

“Indeed,” Raven says. “Indeed.”

After jumping down, I walk over, and I lift my hand to Raven. She smiles, takes it, and steps onto the chair and ground before spinning theatrically.

I stare at the old clock ticking in the corner, and it’s likely wise we call it a day. It’ll give me time to think about what’s going on and try to find a path through whatever is unfolding.

“It’s a big day tomorrow, what do you think? Early to bed, early to rise?”

“If I get a bedtime story,” Raven says, placing her hands on her hips. “Do you have any stories?”

“Oh, I have a story,” I say, full of shit.

“But is it thrilling, teacher?”

Think fast.

“As thrilling as there ever was, young student. Now, get in bed before I spank you.”

The fairy shows me her cute butt, and under the wings, it sticks out. It looks incredible, and it also looks edible.

As Raven readies herself for bed in the closed bathroom, I pace next to the fire. Maybe Bianca, my sister, and my grandmother were right… Also, Nonno.

Maybe there’s something unique, special, and vital about two people uniting and flowing together in the universe.

And maybe Raven and I are cut from the same cloth.

Who knows?

But whatever is happening, us , whatever… we have flow, and we do seem to weave easily around obstacles and issues smoothly.

It also feels right, and it’s not at all what I’d expected when I’d returned here to my family to do complicated things.

One day, I’ll need to work out what the hell is happening with these coincidences the universe keeps throwing my way.

As I think about working hard for the last decade and building the empire, I have a bad feeling. I’d done well with business, but at what cost?

I’d shut down emotionally, and I’d made myself inhuman and inaccessible.

I’ve never had a deep, real, and meaningful connection to a lover, and maybe, just maybe I am damaged, slow, or broken.

Only making women come, but never letting them in, was likely basic and crude. Maybe I should have been doing more. Both for others, and for myself.

As I try to work it out, light from the opening bathroom door finds me. I look up, and my curvy student stands in the doorway in silhouette. She is a spectacular sight, and I’m lost for words.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I say as I start to get hard.

Don’t screw it up.

Don’t screw it up.

Don’t screw it up.

I watch her walk to the huge bed, and then she slides in. I know my student is clean, waxed, and likely wet. I also know if she is willing, I can slide inside her and stretch her wide.

As I walk towards her, my cock rises fast. I pause feet from the bed, and Raven watches my cock grow thick, hard, and fast for her.

“I don’t want a story,” my student says, kicking the sheet off her body. As she lays back and plays with a nipple, I walk closer. “I want a lesson.”

I pause at the bed, and I slowly fist my cock. My student circles her clit, and she starts to whimper. I kneel with my hard cock, and I move between her legs.

I slide down her, and I begin to claim her with my mouth. As she grabs my hair, she tells me she wants me to eat her tight wet pussy. “So I can come on your lips.”

I hold her butt and hips, and I swipe up and down her slick folds. I then focus on her clit, and I suck it in, grazing it with my teeth. As I suckle on it, I slide three fingers into her, and I hook them up.

As I work my student with my thick, rough fingers, I milk her clit with my mouth.

It doesn’t take long before she is bucking, and I start to get excited. I want her to come on my face, and I want her to come down my throat.

“Come on my face,” I growl…

And she does.