I shivered slightly when he gripped my neck, his hands sliding upwards into my hair, then he pulled my face to his and it was so close his breath fanned my lips, hot with a hint of cigarette smoke.
"Spread your legs" his command was cold in my ears and with a shaky inhale, I did as I was told.
His hands ran up my legs, pressing him thumb into my inner thigh with a harshness that made my insides tighten in a way that I did not expect. My legs were spread and I felt the cool air brush my panties and I became suddenly aware of how wet I was. He pulled me closer until my bare breast grazed his chest. My breathing was erratic as he growled in my ears
"God – Helena. I want you so bad it pisses me off" and then he bit my neck – hard.
I whimpered at the impact, feeling the zing on my neck but the pain slowly morphed into pleasure when he pressed down on my clit through the fabric of my thong. He forced my head back and then he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I quivered, a soft moan escaping my rounded lips. I could feel a spark igniting in my stomach, the feeling spreading through my entire body like wild fire. His thumb moved in circular motion over my clit, then up and down while he still had a fistful of my hair in his hands so it was impossible to look down at what he was doing to me. Then he switched nipples, licking and sucking with a slight scrape of his teeth, but I felt so hot that I didn't care.
"Oh God" I moaned, digging my hands into his thick hair
"I told you Helena, it's only a matter time before you break your so called rules"
Immediately, my eyes shot open and I lay breathless on my bed as I began to go over the details of the dream.
"Fuck" I said to myself, I hadn't eve moved in yet but I was already dreaming about Dante's tongue on my breast, I could almost feel his teeth marks on the spot he had bit on my neck but I had to remind myself that it was all dream and it was never going to happen, I was never going to let Dante touch me that way.
Never say never Helena.
Vivianna's wedding already happened the previous day, at least it was happier than I imagined even with everything that had happened and now it was time to pack my things and wait for Dante to pick me up.
***
There was nothing but silence, and the quietness of the drive seemed to eat me alive through the entire drive to Dante's house and it was even more annoying that his car smelled so good. I closed my eyes, the details of my dream fluttering to my eyelids and it didn't help the prickling feeling of panic, his close proximity now and the memory of his teeth grazing my raw nipple was driving me insane – I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
My mama had walked me out with Dante carrying my bag, her eyes wide as if I was being sent to a an abattoir.
"Why are you so silent, you seemed to have a lot of things to say yesterday?" his voice cut through the silence, thick and heavy. I wanted to stay detached from this man, as indifferent as I possibly could.
"Well, I'm starving can we drop by a convenience store so I could get some snacks" I said
"Very convenient that I need to get some gas"
DANTE'S POV
She was wearing those shorts again - the ones that showed off every inch of her skin, the soft curve of her thighs exposed. My eyes traced the line of her legs up to where her shorts rested just a little too high, the fabric tight against her, and my grip tightened on the steering as I thought about the deal we made – this sham of a marriage where I had to play by her rules. It was a strange feeling, knowing that Helena, of all people, had the power to make me promise something I didn't want to keep. It was my game but at the end of the day, I didn't have a choice because if I wanted to keep her I needed to play by her rules. So it was either that, or she married Tony Anotti and I'll kill him before I let him touch her with his filthy hands.
I tore my gaze away, forcing my eyes back on the road as I pulled away from the curb. The quiet between us felt suffocating, but maybe that was for the best. I didn't trust myself to speak right now. Not with her sitting so close, smelling like vanilla and temptation, looking like sin incarnate.
"Why are you so silent, you seemed to have a lot of things to say yesterday?" I said anyways because I'd rather the sound of her voice distract me from the sin that were her legs.
She shot me a brief look and purposely avoiding my eyes before she spoke "Well, I'm starving so can we drop by a convenience store so I could get some snacks"
"Very convenient that I need to get some gas" I said and took a sharp turn. I did not need gas that desperately, but for her, I guess I could run my gas tank to the fullest just so she could get some snacks. I ran a hand through my hair, and pulled into the gas station while Helena padded away.
I filled my tank, and as I twisted the cap on the gas tank, I looked up to see Helena walking towards the car, her steps quick and her eyes towards the concrete.
My gaze narrowed, I wasn't necessarily an expert in reading body language but I knew when someone was going to shoot at you in the middle of a meeting, and Helena's posture and body language got the alarms ringing off in my head. She was avoiding eye contact, her shoulders seemed tensed – she was stressed.
"Helena" I called immediately, trying to get her to look at me.
She didn't look up at my voice. She climbed into my BMW and slammed the door. My chest burned and I moved over to her side of the car.
"What the hell happened?" I demanded as soon as she opened the door.
"Nothing, can we just get going?"
Hell, if I'll believe that if she wasn't such a shaky mess. But it was an unspoken rule that whenever a woman said nothing was wrong, there was in fact something very wrong. She was lying through her fucking teeth.
"Helena" I growled silently, demanding her to speak.
Her gaze shot to me, I could see the turmoil swimming in those eyes.
"Yes?" she said
"I'm not going to ask again Helena, what the fuck happened?"