Chapter 32 Chapter 32
Lily
We land in Sicily just as the sky begins to soften into a watercolor wash of gold and pale blue. The air is warmer here, softer, like it’s trying to lull me into some kind of peace. A sleek black SUV waits for us outside the airport, and Dante is already stepping ahead, speaking to the driver in smooth, rapid Italian. It rolls off his tongue like poetry—confident, commanding.
I can’t understand the words, but I feel them.
I slide into the backseat, the door closing with a soft thud. As we begin to drive through winding Roman roads, I press my forehead lightly to the window, watching everything pass by. The buildings here feel ancient and alive, like they carry secrets in their stones. Arches, shutters, faded walls covered in vines—it’s all rich in texture and history.
“Saying hi to Sicilia?” Dante’s voice cuts into my thoughts with a playful chuckle.
I glance at him, smiling faintly.
“Yeah… it’s just breathtaking.”
It really is.
The car turns down a private road, long and lined with palm trees that sway slightly in the breeze. I sit up straighter, eyes widening as we approach the house ahead. No, villa. A large Roman-style home stands at the end of the road, its exterior dressed in stone and crawling ivy. Sunlight glints off the windows. There’s grass on both sides, so green and clean it looks unreal. It feels like something straight out of a novel, a world that doesn’t belong to mine—but maybe I’ve been invited to borrow it for a while.
Dante steps out and circles to my side, opening the door for me. Gentleman. Always.
My eyes catch on the swimming pool just beyond the house, the water shimmering like liquid glass under the soft Sicilian sun.
“This is my house,” he says, like it’s nothing.
But to me, it’s everything.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, and I mean it.
Inside, it’s even more striking. The living room is massive—high ceilings, wide open space. A dark grey couch sprawls in the center, modern yet cozy. A mini bar stands along one wall, neat and stocked. Tall glass doors open to the pool, and the light pouring in makes the whole room glow. I take slow steps in, taking it all in. There’s the kitchen on the right, sleek and dark with gold accents, and a long wooden dining table that could host a whole dinner party. The staircase curls upward, promising more behind closed doors.
“I asked my men to send someone to clean this place,” Dante says behind me, his voice casual, almost amused.
“That’s why everywhere smells like detergent.”
I inhale quietly. He’s right—the place smells of lemon and something faintly floral. Clean. Like a reset. Like a new chapter.
My fingers brush the back of a chair as I move further in. My heels echo softly against the tile, and for a moment, it feels like time stretches—just me and Dante, in this strange and beautiful house on the other side of the world.
The late afternoon sun filters in through the tall windows, bathing the Sicilian villa in soft amber light. I sink deeper into the grey couch, my fingers grazing the textured fabric as I soak in this moment—quiet, warm, surreal. Just outside, I can hear the gentle trickle of water from the pool and the chirping of distant birds in the trees that line the estate.
Dante enters the room, dressed in effortless black—his shirt rolled at the sleeves, collar open, the dark fabric making the gold in his eyes stand out. He carries a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. There’s something about the way he moves in this house that makes it feel like it’s not just his—it’s his kingdom.
He sets the glasses down on the coffee table with a soft clink. "Since I returned here after two years, I’ll have a meeting with my Italian mafia people this evening," he tells me, his tone low and steady.
My gaze narrows slightly as I look up at him. “You’ll be leaving me alone here?” I ask, a small frown settling on my face.
Dante chuckles softly, stepping closer. “No, sunshine,” he says, eyes locking with mine, warm and sincere. “I’ll have the meeting here, in the garden.” He pauses, gaze flickering with something softer, more serious. “I’ll never leave you alone in here. Never.”
I can’t help the smile that stretches across my lips. His reassurance wraps around me like a warm blanket. “Okay.”
He hands me the bottle of champagne and leans against the armrest of the couch. “Open it,” he says with a playful glint in his eye.
I raise a brow at him as I untwist the wire cage and grip the cork carefully. With a bit of pressure and a twist, the cork pops off with a satisfying pop, echoing softly through the villa.
“Nicely done,” Dante nods approvingly, handing me the glasses.
I pour the champagne gently, the golden liquid bubbling up like a celebration. He takes his glass and raises it slightly, his lips curling into a crooked smile.
“To you being in Italy for the first time,” he says with a thick Italian accent, eyes twinkling.
I laugh, the moment light and perfect. “To Italy,” I whisper back, clinking my glass to his.
Keeping my glass aside on the edge of the coffee table, I shift on the couch and slide onto Dante’s lap, my arms naturally looping around his neck. He leans back slightly, one arm curling around my waist while the other lazily rests against my thigh. His body is warm beneath me, steady, grounding.
His gaze lifts to meet mine, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, hello," he murmurs, his voice lower now, threaded with something deeper.
Dante runs a hand up my spine, his touch slow and deliberate. "Sunshine, you’re dangerous," he breathes, his eyes locked on mine. "I bring you to Sicily and you sit on my lap like this—what do you expect me to do?"
I laugh softly, heart fluttering. "Nothing," I tease, brushing my lips just close to his but not quite touching. "Unless you want to."
His breath hitches, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Oh, I always want to."
I can feel he is hard on my butt cheeks. “You’re hard.” I whisper, gently cupping his face in my small hands.I shift from his lap and slowly kneel between his legs. My hand moves deliberately over the front of his pants, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. My eyes meet his as I trace along the fabric with teasing fingers.I reach for his waistband, unbuttoning his pants with slow, deliberate fingers. Gently, I free his dick from the confines of the fabric, my breath catching as I take in the sight of how big it is.
I part my lips and take him into my mouth, slowly, feeling his fingers tangle in my hair.
“Fuck, Lily,” he groans, his voice rough with need as he gently guides my movements, he shoves me deep until his cock touches my throat and I gag.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice low and strained despite the roughness of his touch. I meet his eyes and nod, letting him know I’m with him—completely. I suck him, putting his dick in and out of my mouth and damn, this man is groaning and he kinds of turn me on to. I continue eating him until hecums.
He brushes his thumb gently over my lips, his gaze dark and full of heat. “You sucked me so good, sunshine,” he murmurs, voice laced with both praise and hunger.
A blush creeps over my cheeks, but I don’t look away. Instead, I kiss the pad of his thumb and smile against it.
“I aim to please,” I whisper teasingly, my voice soft but confident.
Dante chuckles, low and deep, and he leans forward to kiss me—slowly, possessively. His fingers slide behind my neck, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss, tasting me like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
Then, without warning, he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest as if I weigh nothing.
“You drive me crazy,” he says. “You always have.”
He sits back down, me straddling his lap again, his hands roaming up beneath my top, calloused fingers brushing gently over my spine.
I rest my forehead against his, our breaths mingling.
“You’re not done with me yet, are you?” I tease, rolling my hips just slightly against him.
His eyes flash.
“Oh, sunshine…” he growls against my mouth, gripping my waist, “we’re just getting started.”
He kisses me again—this time with more fire, his hands trailing down to my thighs, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
“Keep teasing me like this and there will be a time when I will fuck this pussy of yours and you’ll beg me to stop.” He smirks at me.
“okay.” I giggle.