Page 9 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)
DANTE
She said it as an innocent and pure young woman in the universe, and I should not direct my frustrations her way. It is my failure.
I have never loved a woman, and that is my problem.
The only good thing is, here and now, she has moved on and is distracted soaping her hands into a lather. I must be looking at her strangely and still processing the virgin’s comment when she looks back. “What?”
I shake my head. As she talks about bad dates she’s had, I consider the few genuine relationships I’ve had around the world.
My worrying conclusion—I’m unlovable or love-less.
After what feels like minutes, I snap back into the now, when she says, “Thanks, you’re the best listener!”
As my hard cock softens, likely from realizing I’m broken, I realize I need to pee.
The hot virgin mess is distracted and now washing her slim ankles. The splashing water activates my bladder further, and I eye the toilet in the corner. I then head for it, determined.
“No looking.”
Raven watches me, but I walk over, and start to pee, my back to her. It is long, and I sigh, my thick cock in my hand.
As I spin behind to check on her, I find her squinting and watching my butt. I growl low, but she doesn’t give an F.
She keeps watching, and I mumble something about crazy virgins.
“Why are you so buff? My bad date in Milan was chubby, pale, and white.”
I place my thick cock back in my pants and zip up. As I turn back, she looks me up and down, again without caring to hide it.
She even bites her bottom lip as she checks out my arms and tattoos. I raise a brow, not used to being admired so obviously.
“And nice tattoos. You have a good body, too. I bet you get a lot of action!” I’m unsure what to say when she suddenly stands.
“A towel, if you will.”
It’s impossible to not take in her hot, wet virgin body, because now she is almost perfect. I walk to the towels, and I shake my head at the universe.
I then toss her a well folded towel, under arm and fast. It goes straight into the bath water and sits there. It was a combination of a fast toss, her making zero effort, and her likely being slightly concussed.
The virgin gives me a look, standing there. Pure. Cute. Untouched.
She puts her hands on her hips, and she really is immaculate.
“Come on, give me one!”
I groan low, get another, and I walk it to her. Really, I want to be the first inside her. To make her mine and to try out those slick, slick folds.
To stretch her all the way.
The virgin smiles, takes it, and dries herself. As I look away, I rotate my neck. I try to catch her in the mirror as she makes an ‘ahhhh’ sound. It is sexy as fuck, not that pain is sexy.
Well, it can be with me.
Raven sees me watching her, and she squints and holds my eyes. We check each other out, and then she finishes by wrapping the towel around her steaming hot body.
She is now cute, pure, clean, and fresh. Also, edible. Somehow, she has gone from a crazy mud-woman four to a pristine twelve.
The stranger extends a hand and I take it. As she steps out of the bath, she winces and drops. Half catching her, I lift her up quickly. She tries to stand again and yelps.
“Knee?” I ask. She nods, so I lift her into my arms. The virgin smiles, her lips inches from mine again. I shake away the thought.
Do not go there!
The last thing I need is an ex-virgin stalker. I will spoil and ruin her, breaking her body and her mind. Then she will be broken, forever. Leave her for someone normal. Get her under control. Focus on work. Secure the castle. Get back to business.
End of story!
We clamber down the hall, and I carry her into what was booked as my suite. Number three.
“This is mine. You get the bed, okay?”
“How honorable.”
I walk us in, and she sees the four-poster bed facing the sea. As she purrs softly, I walk her to it. I drop her slowly down, and our cheeks touch.
We’re almost kissing, and it is completely unplanned. All I need to do is not move and see what she does.
Option two, rotate my neck until our lips brush.
Carrying that virgin butt was a bad idea, and my cock is already hard.
As she lays back and sighs, I choose to pull back, and I pop my neck and see the sunset. I consider myself near perfect at closing down distractions. Not letting women distract me from running my empire is what I do. It is, however, proving messy tonight.
Pulling out keys, I head for the door.
“I’ll get our bags. Stay in bed.”
“That’s an awfully strong command,” the virgin says from my bed. I eye her, and our eyes hold. I toss a small pillow at her and leave. The mess catches it and throws it back.
It’s just a test, Dante. Just a test.