ADELINE'S POV
While I was eating the delicious breakfast Dante made for me, I got a surprising call from my parents and my heart has been beating like a drum ever since. It's June right now and my parents think it's a good idea to come to New York and spend the rest of the year close to me. They said they have an important business investment in this side of the world and they're preparing to build a new company here in New York.
And of course, their investor is the man they want to set me up with for marriage. I'm not going to lie and say I have a good relationship with my parents. All my life they controlled my choices and decisions. It's even because of my parents that I'm a therapist today and I love my job but sometimes I can't help but wonder what my life would have been like if my parents didn't dictate my every move. I wonder where I would be today if my parents didn't plan out my entire life for me. It took everything to even half convince them to let me work in New York because they didn't like the idea of me being far away from them.
I love my parents but they're just too much sometimes and I know once they're in New York, they'll try to control my actions all over again and I'm not really ready for that. An idea pops to my mind and I rush downstairs, my hair still wet from just stepping out of the shower. I have Dante's boxers on and one of his huge T-shirts.
His bath soap smells like fresh rain and vanilla and with his clothes on me, I basically smell like him right now. It's the best smell in the world and I want to drown in it forever.
I hear his voice coming from a room downstairs and find my way towards the sound. As soon as I step into the room, his eyes land on me. His eyes travel from my wet hair, to my legs then back up to my eyes. He's on the phone but I feel like all of his attention is directed at me.
All he has on now are a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt on, showcasing his amazing and mouthwatering v-line that I want to run my hands against. Everything about him is perfect. The way all his actions are calculated, how perfect his body is. From his biceps to his perfectly toned chest and abdomen.
"Can you fake date me?" I blurt out once he hangs up from his call and his eyes sparkle with something dark.
"Why does it have to be fake?" He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the table behind him. His actions make his V-line look even more prominent. I take a look around and I realize we're in a room that looks like a special cinema hall and an office at the same time. There's a huge flat screen on the wall beside us and comfy chairs facing the TV.
"My parents are coming to town and they're going to make me marry this rich guy. If I'm dating someone, it might convince them to leave me alone."
He narrows his eyes at me, as if studying me and I feel a cold rush of air touch my skin.
"How old are you? Twelve?" He raises his brows at me and I roll my eyes as I take slow steps towards him.
"Very funny. I'm twenty-four and I need your help okay?" I come to a stop right in front of him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I need him to say yes because I have no one else to ask. Right now, my parents think I'm single so they're confident I'll say yes to their proposal, but being with anyone other than Dante makes my heart jump in an uncomfortable way.
Maybe a few weeks ago, if I didn't know Dante yet, I would have agreed to the contract marriage my parents want.
He grabs my waist and pulls me in between his legs, his thumb drawing circles around my waistline. "Why don't you just tell your parents that you're a big girl now and they can't force you to marry someone you don't want?"
I feel electricity travel up my spine and I instinctively push my body closer to his. I can feel the heat coming from his bare chest. My hands find their way to his abdomen and he tenses under my touch as I run my hands along his abs.
"Because it's not that easy. You don't understand. They need to see that I'm with someone else or they'll never let it go and if I'm single, I won't have an excuse. I'll just have to accept. You want to see me in another man's arms Mr. Russo?" I ask my last question with a flirty voice and flutter my lashes once at him.
He furrows his brows and tightens his hands around my waist. He brings his lips so close to mine but he doesn't kiss me. He makes an irritated sound and speaks against my lips.
"You don't want to know what I'd do to any man who touches you." Heat rushes to my core and something deep inside me tells me he's not joking. I have no idea if that's a threat of if he's really capable of hurting another person. When people talk like this, they're hardly ever joking and it makes me realize how little I really know about this man.
I know he's possessive, intentional and prone to violence but in a controlled way. That's what I've been able to figure out about him in our short time together.
"So, you'll do it then? You'll pretend to be my boyfriend?" I ask, speaking against his lips.
"I don't need to pretend." He groans and plants his lips on mine. Oh God. I moan and sink my hands in his hair. He turns and lifts me, placing my ass on the table behind me.
"I thought you were going to let me rest and we were gonna watch a movie." His hands run up and down my thighs and I throw my head backwards when his lips find my clavicle. He licks and traces kisses along my neck right up to my earlobe where he sucks sensually.
"Fuck the movie and you can rest later. When I'm done with you." He whispers roughly.
I'm submerged in pleasure because his mouth and tongue are touching me in all the right places and I'm dying to have him inside me. I'm so hot and I feel like if he doesn't fuck me right now, I'll die from frustration.
"Please…" I breathe out and roll my hips in anticipation, wanting so badly to feel his hardness thrust inside me.
"Tell me I'm the only one you want." He whispers breathing heavily as he kneels in front of me and my eyes widen when I realize what he's about to do. He smirks up at me when he notices the redness in my cheeks and I'm dying from anticipation. I've only had a man's mouth on my clit once in my entire life and it's never been something I've been comfortable with.
But with Dante kneeling in front of me and looking at me the way he is, I can't wait to feel his tongue on me.
"You're the only one I want Mr. Russo." I whisper with heavy breaths. With his eyes still gazing deep into mine, he rips off his boxers aggressively from my waist and pleasure builds up inside me from how aggressive but passionate he can be. I take off my shirt and I'm once again fully naked in front of him.
He looks at me like I'm, the most precious thing he's ever seen. He makes me feel beautiful. He spreads my legs wide open and brings his face so close to my pussy, I feel his warm breath fan my now erect clit.
"I love how wet you are for me." He says and immediately starts rolling his tongue around my clit. I'm submerged in pleasure. Literally. It's the best thing I've ever felt. His tongue worships me as he sucks and nibbles lightly on my clit. He feasts on me like I were the most delicious thing in the world and I can't control the moans that escapes my throat.
I sink my fingers into his hair with a force that must hurt but that doesn't stop him. He eats me like a hungry predator and I'm his willing prey.
"Oh God…" I completely lose my mind when he shoves his tongue into my entrance and fucks me hard with it. He grips my thighs roughly and groans as if eating me out was turning him on even more.
"Dante I'm gonna cum…" I say when he hits a sensitive spot. He takes his tongue out of me and rolls it passionately around my clit and that's what makes me lose it. I cum with a loud and embarrassing sound, shaking on the table from the incredible orgasm.
"Fuck." He curses and doesn't even give me time to recover from my orgasm. In seconds he's naked and thrusting inside me like his life depends on it. His groans and whimpers fill the air as he lifts my hips, positioning my entrance in a favorable position for both of us.
He slams inside me, the wetness of my pussy filling the room with the sound of skin-to-skin contact. He spanks my ass softly, getting another strained moan out of me. I just had an orgasm but I can feel it building up inside me all over again. I'm going to go over the edge and it'll be the most incredible feeling.
"You feel so fucking good." His voice is soft and low, a whimper and a groan, He lifts me so I place my hands around his neck, he supports my thighs on his arms and fucks me hard and in the next few seconds, we both cum at the same time.
We both fall to the floor beneath us, my head on his chest and his huge arm around my small frame, his cum spread on my thighs, the smell of sweat and arousal filling the air-conditioned room.
"Was that a yes?" I ask drawing circles on his chest with my index finger. He lets out another chuckle that makes me smile against his skin. I love it when he laughs.
"I told you Adeline. I don't need to pretend to date you. What I feel is pretty real." He answers.
"And what do you feel Mr. Russo." I breathe heavily.
"Obsession." We fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.