Chapter 10 Freedom
Serena's POV
Even in sleep, I could tell who owned that voice. No way I’d mistake it. Only one man could make my heart skip like that.
“Piccola, Daddy’s home,” I heard it again, but closer this time around. The words pulled me out of the short nap or whatever that was. I shot upright in bed, tangling the sheets around my waist in the process as I fought to see him.
Everywhere looked strangely dark. I blinked against the small light coming from the hallway as the door stood open.
There he was—Dante, standing between the wife open doors like he owned the whole damn world. He had his arms spread widew with that cocky smirk plastered across his face, and his suit jacket gone.
His tie hung loose from his neck while his shirt hung unbuttoned at the collar.
He stepped in slowly, kicking the door shut behind him. “Missed you. And I'm guessing you missed me too,” he smirked, staring at my chest.
I followed his eyes and glanced down. Shit. The black silk robe had slipped open while I rushed to sit. My both breasts were pretty much out and my nipples hard from the cool air.
Heat rushed to my face. I yanked the fabric together quickly.
Dante chuckled. “It's cute how you sttill try to cover up from me.”
I fumbled with the tie, trying to fix it, but before I could, he was on me. One dip and I was in his arms. The robe flew open from the speed, keeping me basically naked again.
He laughed at how little I looked. “There we go.”
His lips brushed my ears lightly. “You’re mine, Serena. It's high time you write that down.”
I stiffened. After Nico’s bullshit in the car, being this exposed in his arms felt… wrong. Too raw. My body tensed up on its own.
Dante felt it instantly. He pulled back enough to stare into my eyes fully. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied, answering way too fast.
He carried me to the edge of the bed and sat, settling me on his lap. I tried to tug the robe closed again, but he caught my wrist.
“Nuh-uh.” His large hand slid right under the silk and cupped my right breast, brushing over the nipple slowly with his thumb. “Did anything happen on the way back?” He asked.
“No,” The word nearly hung in my throat.
He stared straight into my eyes. “Did Nico try anything?”
“No, no—” I started.
He cut me off with a dark voice. “Because if he did, I’ll skin him alive and feed him his own balls.”
I pressed a hand to his chest quickly. “Nico did nothing. Nothing happened. I’m just… tired. It’s been a long day.”
He searched my face for a long second. I could tell he didn’t buy it completely, but he shrugged. “Too bad. Was looking forward to killing someone tonight.”
Then he leaned in and took my other breast in his mouth.
"Uh!" I gasped, arching my back before I could stop myself. His tongue swirled around the nipple, biting it softly, just enough to sting perfectly.
His free hand softly massaged the other, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
“Dante—” I tried, but my voice came out shaky. “Where’d you go after the woods?”
“The warehouse," he mumbled against my lips.
“What’d you find?” I asked, trying to shift the mood.
“Trouble,” he replied without stopping, rather switching sides, and sucking harder.
“Who’s the guy in the van?” I asked again after a few seconds.
He pulled back. “Enough. Daddy’s hungry.”
He laid me back on the bed gently, standing up to strip down. He started with his shirt, undoing the buttons slowly to reveal that chiseled chest, and the raven tattoo I loved tracing.
Then off his belt, slowly, deliberately swiping it out. His eyes remained on mine the whole time. I couldn’t look away either. The man was pure muscle and big trouble. Two things I've found myself liking over the years.
He shoved his trousers down, leaving his cock fighting to be free from his shorts—thick and already hard... for me.
Something snapped in me. I didn’t wait. I sat up fast, placed my hands on his hips, and took him in my mouth before he could react.
“Fuck—Serena—” he choked out.
I swirled my tongue around the head slowly, then sank down as far as I could. His hands fisted my hair, holding like he needed to support his weight.
I pulled back slowly, gripping his cock with my lips as I went back, before diving back again deeper this time.
I ran over him faster, widening my mouth and sucked with all I had. He groaned loudly with his hips shaking. “Fuck it, piccola.”
I popped off, licked from base to tip with my eyes on him all the way. I took him again, using a hand to cup his balls, rolling gentle while I worked him with my mouth.
Dante’s control cracked. He hauled me up, setting me from his large demon before crushing his lips on mine. I kissed back just as hard, digging into his shoulders with my nails.
We fell on the bed with our lips still connected and hands everywhere. He rolled us so I was on top, tossing off robe now, leaving us skin to skin.
I pressed into his thigh, already soaking wet.
He flipped me again, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. The other slid down my body—teasing down from my throat to my breasts, then my tummy—till he placed it between my thighs.
Two fingers slipped in easily into my dripping core.
“I love that,” he murmured against my neck, sucking on it. “Already soaked for Daddy.”
I whimpered, rocking into his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot. I saw stars.
He pulled them out, bringing them to my lips. I sucked them clean without thinking, tasting myself.
“Good girl.”
Then he got to kissing down my body—nipping my collarbone, sucking my breasts, licking my tummy down. When he settled between my thighs, I was already shaking.
He didn’t go slow. Hit tongue licked me all the way to my clit in one long stroke.
"Uhh!" I cried out, grabbing his hair in response.
He held my hips down, devouring me with his tongue. He took long licks, quick flicks, sucking my clit till my legs trembled. Two fingers slid back inside, thrusting along with his mouth.
I was climbing fast, wrapping my legs around his head.
He stopped.
"Noo!" I whined.
He crawled back up, cock sliding through my folds, coating himself in me, but not pushing in.
“Not yet,” he murmured, kissing me deep so I tasted myself on his tongue.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him in. He just chuckled, rocking against me, teasing my clit with his tip till I was begging.
“Please—Daddy—”
He did it again. And again. Till I was going crazy, shooting for him with my hips as my nails raked his back.
Finally he stopped, burying his face in my neck.
He breath hot air against my skin, before lifting his lips to my ears. “How much do you want your freedom, Serena?”