Page 51 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

Over the next few days, Dante gets further and further into the theme park development, and when I’m not finishing my novel, we check the red tape regarding the park, and we push things along.

I also wrangle my friend and roommate Parker in NYC. As she studies the Italian tourism market, Tuscany, social media windows, and anything else to create heat, I ready her for full engagement.

We quickly get the theme park in shape with designs, layouts, plans, ticketing ideas, and scaling. We then have the occasional lunch with Dante’s sister Bianca, and his Nonna.

Dante and I find flow as we ride around the property on horses. We discuss what could be done with areas and when. Tito always tags along, and he seems to enjoy time on the property. As if he belongs or used to live here.

We even find places in the castle that I’ve not yet seen. In saying that, we do not venture back into the dungeon.

Dante and I agreed, several days back, that if we’re not careful, the dungeon activities could get complex and addictive.

And because I’m still ‘being educated,’ we should pace ourselves. All I know is, one day, I need to return, I need to be oiled up, and I want him to take me everywhere.

And every how.

I’m unsure what’s going on between us. If it’s just a fling or some kind of game.

Partly because it’s all happening so fast, and partly because it’s hard to imagine us together . In a normal relationship. In one city. Like a couple.

It’s just so electric, so wild, and so amazing.

Overall, my Italian adventure, and the time spent here in Italy feels right. The daily fires, the daily sex, the daily rides (on humans and horses), the intimacy with another person, and us… It just feels perfect.

My spirit feels strong too, and I know it’s good for my soul.

I have not had a mature and romantic relationship before, and if this is what I think or guess it is, I’m loving it.

Besides that, I’m down to the last chapter of my novel, and I’m excited about the progress. It’s as if all is coming together with my crazy, colorful new life and its adventure.

That night, as we lay on a blanket under the moon, we look up at the stars. We eat a simple picnic-styled dinner of roast chicken, cheese, and fresh bread. It’s just the two of us and Tito, and it’s how I like it the most. A simple, private moment, casual. Nothing fancy, just us, simple and real.

As I wipe my mouth and lay down, I use Dante’s strong arm as a pillow. I wrap myself around his warm body as Tito lays nearby. I’m the inside spoon, and Dante is spooning me for once. The three of us watch the moonlit cove next to the villa below, and again, I feel content.

It’s like a drug, and I’ve never had it before. It’s as if everything is how it should be.

As we talk, we discuss all kinds of things. Even what is sexy, and what is not. What is interesting to experiment with, and what is sexually a little out there.

Weirdly, we seem to have the same kind of kinks or turn ons, unless he’s trying to keep me away from the edge.

As always, I’m curious, and as usual, I push Dante into some weird questions. My teacher doesn’t want to discuss the most wicked thing he’s ever done, and I do what I’m told.

I ‘pump the brakes.’

And I ‘slow the hell down.’

“You’re just holding me back,” I say, toying with my teacher.

In the silence, I hear him growl low. I then feel him harden against my butt.

I’m unsure if I’m depraved or just curious, but deep down I want to try everything. Choking. Spanking. Maybe even him in me and a smallish dildo in my back entrance.

I bite my lip as I feel my nipples pebble. I know I’m getting wet, and I know I’m not wearing panties again.

There’s a long period of silence as we look up at the millions of stars . We lay against each other, and I snuggle in.

I should really thank my teacher for slowing me down. If it was just me, I’d want to try everything right now, in one single day. Then there would be nothing to look forward to.

“What are you thinking about?” Dante growls. I pause and say nothing.

“The old, dreaded question…”

There is silence, then I tell myself to be honest. “You, us, sex,” I say. “And I’m trying to work out if it’s wise that you’re pacing me.”

“And what’s your conclusion?” Dante asks huskily.

As I rub my butt slowly against his hardening cock, I inhale. “You’re likely wise. I want to try everything, but pacing is…”

“Sustainable?” Dante asks low in my ear.

“Right,” I say.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Dante points out a shooting star, and for some reason, this time he beats me. “There!”

We watch it travel slowly across the sky, and it’s the best I’ve ever seen. The clearest and the longest traveling.

“You’re losing it,” Dante whispers an inch from my ear.

“I was distracted,” I say.

“Thinking about?”

“You… us…”

Screw it, I tell myself. Seize the day, because one day, it may not be here, like him.

As I roll over, I stare down at Dante. Slowly, I grab him by the hair, and I claim his mouth with mine. I do it roughly and deeply, like he sometimes does with me.

Our lips are crushed, and breathing becomes hard. I reach over, and I pull over the basket we’ve brought down. I then find the last condom beside the whiskey and hot chocolate.

After undoing Dante’s jeans and pulling them down in the moonlight, I cast them aside. I watch his eyes darken as I fist him and roll the condom down his shaft.

I look around, and I see Tito closer to the castle and watching the moon over the beach.

No one is anywhere near us, and we are alone.

As I climb on Dante, I lift the old-fashioned dress. It’s a plain white peasant style number I got in Rome and perfect for the task.

I swipe his crown against my wet opening, and I do it again, and again. As I get wetter and wetter, we stare each other out. Dante’s hands are on my butt, and he holds me in place.

As I place my hand on his jaw, I slip a thumb in his mouth.

He sucks on it hard, and I moan.

Dante then reaches up, and he places his own hand on my cheek. He then slips his thumb in my mouth as we suck each other, and eye fuck.

I swipe the most sensitive part of him, his crown, and I swipe it against my own most sensitive place, my clit.

I then feed him inside me slowly, and I catch my breath.

My heart pounds, and then I inhale and slide down his hard cock. As usual, our spare hands find each other, and our fingers lace together, becoming one.

I ride Dante’s big body and cock, and I have maximum control.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from my face, and he rips my peasant dress down the front. He takes a breast, and he squeezes it perfectly, focusing on my hard, wanting nipple.

As I grind against Dante, and ride him faster, he reaches down, and he strokes my wet clit faster and faster.

“Oh Dante,” I whimper. “Harder, take me.”

I close my eyes as I get close, and as always, his expert fingers and thumb know exactly how to get me there.

I moan deep as stars explode in my core, and they shoot all the way through my soul.

As I stare upwards in disbelief, I take in the great cosmos. I moan as my body is racked with surges, and I feel Dante’s cock jerk as he comes.

“Oh, Raven. Oh, God…”

As Dante makes his own savage groan, he holds my hips while he pumps into me. I feel his thick cock surge inside me again, as my molten core throbs and tightens, contracting around him. I drop down onto him, used up, satiated, and content. I’m where I should be in the universe.

I am where I need to be… with him.