Chapter 2 The Exchange
We arrived barely an hour later, right where the devil wanted me… right where my true hell begins.
I stepped out slowly, surprised that no one rushed me this time around. I even took my time to take in the view.
“Let's go,” Dante finally commanded and I noticed I was the only one by the car.
Dante's penthouse was a fortress made of glass and steel. It was thirty-seven floors above Chicago's minor life.
He led me in, all the way to the elevator which opened directly into his domain—a sprawling space of black marble, expedition fragrances, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the beautiful skyline like I've never seen before.
I found two women waiting at the entrance with medical kits in hand.
Dante released my hand—leaving a heat mark where his hand was. He nodded towards the women.
"Clean her up," he ordered. "Everywhere."
Before I could protest, the women grabbed my arms and dragged me towards a hallway. I twisted, catching Dante's gaze as they pulled me away.
He watched me all the way down the hallway, sipping something from a crystal tumbler.
They lead me to one of the fanciest bathrooms I'd ever seen—black marble flor, gold artilleries everywhere, and a shower spanning the entire wall.
Before I knew myself, they stripped off my wedding gown, letting it drop at my feet.
The diamond necklace remained though, under my hands as I refused to let it go.
"Leg first," the older looking woman said and I obeyed. She moved like a professional, cleaning the bullet wound with minimal time wasted. It was quick, but burned like hell.
The younger one washed my hair, her fingers massaging a nicely scented substance into my scalp.
Despite my inner struggles, my body betrayed me, relaxing under their care.
"You're lucky," the older woman murmured. "Most women who cross Mr. Russo don't leave that his sight alive."
I swallowed hard. "What's he going to do with me?"
She exchanged a look with her partner and shrugged. "Whatever he wants."
They cleaned the rest of me in silence, bandaged me up and wrapped me in a black silk robe, before leading me back to the main room.
Dante stood by the windows, turning slowly when he noticed our presence. His eyes darkened as it went over my body.
The women silently walked away, leaving us alone.
"Sit," he commanded, pointing towards a leather armchair.
My legs trembled but I obeyed.
He circled me like I was his prey, still with a glass in hand.
"You killed Marco Moretti," he began in a deceptively calm voice. "My second-in-command. My brother-in-arms. On your wedding night."
I lifted my chin, refusing to back down."He deserved it."
Dante paused behind me, trailing a finger along the back of my neck.
Goosebumps erupted everywhere his finger touched. "Did he now?"
"He beat me, starved me. Locked me up in that apartment for three years… didn't let me have visitors or visit my family." My voice cracked despite my defiance. "I shot him in self-defense."
I felt him stiffen briefly through his fingers, then it released.
He moved to face me, crouching until we were eye to eye, choking me with his scent.
"And you think that justifies murder?" He asked calmly, brushing my lower lip with his thumb, sending more waves through me.
My breath hitched. "I think it justifies survival."
His eyes brightened up for a second there—then he stood abruptly, crossing to the other side of the room.
"You need to understand your position, Serena." He poured himself another drink.
"Marco was family. His death demands blood,” he finally said, returning and pressing the glass to my lips. "Drink."
I obeyed without a word, taking it in. It burned on its way down, just what I needed.
"Then take my blood," I challenged. "Kill me and be done with it."
Dante laughed a dark, humourless laugh. Then set the glass aside before gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Oh, piccola," he murmured. "Death would be too merciful."
His other hand slid underneath the robe, tracing the curve of my breast.
I gasped, caught between fear and a lustful desire.
"I'm going to ruin you," he continued, circling my nipple now with his thumb till I felt it go hard. "Every man who looks at you will know you're mine. Every thought in your head will be of me. You'll beg for my touch, my approval, and call me..."
He paused before leaning closer till his lips brushed my ear. "...daddy."
The word sent a bolt through my spine. Not the way I expected to react to that.
"Take off the robe!" He ordered.
My hands shook as I obeyed, letting the silk drop to the floor and standing naked before him.
His eyes followed every curve of my body with pure lust, soaking in every curve, every flaw.
"Beautiful," he breathed out. Then added, "kneel."
I hesitated for second. Then his hand shot out, fisting my hair—not too hard, but firm enough.
"Kneel," he repeated with a deadly tone.
I dropped to my knees instantly.
He towered over me, unbuttoning his shirt temptingly slow, revealing his chiseled chest.
I noticed a special tattoo on his chest… that of a raven spanning across his pec. There were others, lining his hands.
He freed himself from his trousers too, showing off his massive bulge. My mouth went dry.
"You want to live?" He asked, stroking himself slowly. "Prove it."
I didn't need any more clarification, I understood the transaction immediately.
Life for submission. Freedom for pleasure.
I leaned forward, releasing his godlike dick from his shorts.
I took one last glance at him, he was already staring right at me.
I parted my lips slowly, taking his full length in.
His hand guided me. The taste of him flooded my senses.
"That's it," he groaned in a rough voice. "Take Daddy's cock like a good girl."
That surprisingly ignited something primal in me. I worked him eagerly, taking him deeper. His grip weakened—his fingers around my hair freeing slowly.
"Fuck, Serena. You've got such a perfect little mouth."
His breathing grew ragged. I felt powerful and powerless at the same time.
Then—with a powerful force—he pulled free, leaving me feeling his absence.
But he wasn't done yet.
He hauled me up, pressing me hard against him before claimimg my lips with his in a lust filled energy.
I could taste the liquor from his lips, I could feel the desire off him. My body trembled, too shocked to resist, or so I believed.
He pulled back, flashing me a wicked smirk, I could tell he was hungry for more.
Without any warning, Dante scooped me up—one arm under my legs, and the other supporting my back. My skin burned everywhere his skin touched mine.
The diamond necklace bounced between my breasts as he carried me through the penthouse effortlessly.
"Where—" I started, but swallowed the words as he lifted me higher and crashed his lips into mine.
"Quiet," he whispered as he pulled away. "Daddy's not finished with you."
He walked through two large door posts, too massive for a single room. I looked around as much as I could.
It was large, too large. There were gold linens littered everywhere and several other golden items littered around.
He tossed me onto the center of large king sized bed with black silk sheets and a massively large bed frame, fitting to be called a throne.
I felt completely exposed and even tried putting my legs over each other, also covering my tits with my hands.
Dante stood at the foot of the bed, slowly removing the rest of his clothes. I couldn't help but follow his hands, staring at every muscle.
His body was carved with perfection—broad shoulders, brick wall chest. He had the sexiest V-line I had ever seen, running from the sides of his hardcore abs, temptingly down his—
“You'll soon have a taste,” I heard him say, looking up to catch his smirking face—he had caught me staring.
I couldn't help but burn red at my cheeks, letting my eyes fall back to his massive cock. From the way it dangled between his thighs, hard and heavy, I knew I was in for a ride tonight.
A part of me eagerly awaited that.
He climbed onto the bed slowly. "Spread your legs," he ordered gently.
My thighs trembled as I obeyed, exposing my already dripping core.
His grey eyes darkened as he settled between my legs, traping me with his elbows at each side.
"Just look at that," he murmured with a broad smile. His voice thick with lust. "Already dripping for the man who could be the end of you."
His fingers slowly trailed up my inner thigh, drawing a thin line as it went.
I whimpered, lifting my hips instinctively.
He chuckled, pushups my hips back down with one massive hand. "Patience, piccola."
He leaned in towards my ear. "Good girls earn Daddy's cock."
I shivered as his breath felt hot against my skin.
He started with my breasts—working on each nipple, licking and biting softly at my hardened nipples.
I arched into him again, desperate to have him in me.
His teeth grazed a sensitive part, then soothed it with his tongue.
"Please, Dante," I gasped.
His hand landed on my thigh in response. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but sharp enough to sting. "What did you call me?"
"Please, Daddy," I corrected immediately.
"Better,” he drawled out before finally closing over one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers found my clit.
He circled it with his finger. My body could barely handle both sensations, my hands fisted the silk sheets roughly.
"You're so fucking active!" He growled, switching to the other breast. "This pussy was made for me."
Two fingers slid through my thickness without a warning, coating themselves around my walls before leaving suddenly.
He brought the fingers to my lips. "Taste yourself."
I sucked greedily, maintaining eye contact with him all the way.
His groan said it all. "Fuck. A perfect little slut for Daddy."
He moved lower, kissing and biting down to my tummy, leaving a trail of heat all the way down.
When he reached my core, he just breathed against me, but didn't touch.
I was losing my mind.
"Dante—Daddy—please—"
His tongue flicked out in a single devastating stroke through my center.
“Arghh!” I screamed, arching my back completely off the bed.
He held me down, feasting like a starved man with long and slow licks, matching them with quick, precise flicks to my clit.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispered against me.
Two fingers plunged inside me again, curling perfectly against that spot that shot my head back sharply.
His mouth returned to my clit, sucking along with his thrusts. The pressure grew unbearable, my entire body trembled on the edge.
He stopped all of a sudden.
"NO!" The cry tore from my throat before I could stop it.
Dante rose up, much to my annoyance. His cock rubbed against my thigh, but he still made no move to enter.
"You don't cum till I say so," he said in a rough voice. "You beg for this."
I was beyond shame at this point. "Please, Daddy," I sobbed lustfully, my hips grinded against where he should be. "Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours. I need it—I need YOU—"
His hand wrapped around my throat. "Louder."
"FUCK ME, DADDY!" I screamed, not caring how loud it was. "Please—I can't—"
I couldn't finish it.
He positioned himself at my entrance, using his thick head to rub my outer walls.
I couldn't hold it any longer.