CHAPTER 2

DANTE

The neon lights casted a warm glow on the dancing bodies near the poles. Soft Jazz music floated in the air, pulsing through my veins as I stared at the glass of scotch in my hands. My date stood me up again.

Damn Jake for putting me through this shit.

I had told him I wasn't interested in women. They only cared about my looks. My wealth. And the large empire I had built since I was a teenager. Bored and a little irritated, I leaned back, then signaled the bartender for another drink.

For a reason I couldn't place a finger on, the image of Callie—Jake's daughter—staring at me with fire in her eyes at the gym. It played before me like a movie scene. She kept biting her lips, clenching and unclenching her fists. She looked so flustered, I got a bit worried.

I mean, she was Jake's daughter. His only daughter.

And she was definitely off limits.

Scanning the room lazily, my gaze fell on a girl laughing at the bartender's joke. She kept taking shots of whiskey. One. Two. Three. She kept losing her footing on the tall stool. It was clear she was drunk but she still kept drinking.

There was something about her posture. The shape of her eyes. Her blonde hair that stood out in the dimly lit bar.

Then it clicked.

It was Callie.

What in the world was she doing here?

The urge to protect her burned like fire in my bones. Jake wouldn't like to see his daughter here, nor would Marinette. Some sick men in the bar were staring at her like they couldn't wait to get the innocent flower wrapped around their claws.

Thank God I was here.

Strangely, she tilted her head in the right direction and met my gaze. Callie smiled at me. Not the innocent or nervous smile she gave each time she was flustered, this one was confident and a little seductive.

My back stiffened.

I reminded myself she was off limits. Off limits.

Breaking eye contact, I drank another shot.

Just a few more and I'd get out of here. I had to. But Callie….she kept staring like she wanted to consume me.

I'd thought she was shocked earlier.

Or maybe, just a little bit stunned by my features. I get that expression from ladies countless times. Callie kept stealing glances, making me wonder what was going through her brain.

Admiration?

Confusion?

Lust?

Want?

Off limits! I reminded myself.

Was she even old enough to be here? Oh, she was twenty already. No longer a teenager. Callie stood up seductively, then took slow strides toward me. She stumbled, steadied herself.

She stumbled again when she was near me and I dashed towards her the next instant, seeing she was almost landing on the floor. My arm helplessly wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling. Her soft perfume hit me like an addictive drug.

“You….” Callie slurred, smiling sheepishly, fingers digging into my shirt. “You smell like heaven.”

She was completely wasted.

Holding her firmly, I controlled myself from staring at her cleavage which was now slightly exposed. “Callie.” Even though I was slightly drunk, I could still think properly. “Callie, I'll take you home.”

She shook her head, subconsciously pressing her nipples against my arm.

That mere action sent an electric wave down my spine, threatening to mess with my sanity.

This was bad.

“I don't want to go home.”

“You have to.” I pressed on.

“Take….me to your home.”

Beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. “No, Cassie. It's late.” I told her, helping her towards the exit. “Jake…..your dad is probably worried.”

“He wouldn't care when he knows I'm with you.”

Opening up my car door, I carried her into the front seat. She yelped, then clapped her hands gleefully. “You really smell like heaven.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

The few drinks I had were starting to affect me, too.

Taking her home—my home—was a bad idea, but I couldn't drive for long in this state. My house was just a few blocks away. Jake's was at least half an hour ride from here, and God knew how hard it was to hold on this long.

Getting into my car, I slammed the door hard. “Alright, Callie. I'll take you to my home only if you promise to behave.”

She grinned. “I……promise.”

~~

Bringing Callie here was a big mistake.

Who trusts the words of a drunk woman?

Callie kicked her shoes off immediately she got in, then tried to take off her dress, but I stopped her just in time. She broke down in tears, fingers holding the zipper of her dress. “Don't you want me, too?”

“Callie, you know that's not—”

“Then fuck me.” She kept struggling with the zipper of her dress, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was quite easy to understand why she was in tears. She seemed heartbroken—but this….it wasn't going to—

“I want you to touch me.” Callie’s soft voice sent a shudder down my spine.

She's Jake's daughter.

My best friend's daughter.

Clenching my jaw, I turned on my heels and headed for the stairs. Callie grabbed my arm, then placed it on the swell of her chest and that singular action made my cock throb. Her nipple felt hard against my touch, her breathy voice increasing my arousal. “You're someone I trust, Dante. If there's anyone I want to give my first time to, it's you.”

What the fuck was she talking about? I was damn tipsy but I still had an atom of sanity. I withdrew my hand from her boobs and shook my head hesitantly.

“No, Callie. Use the guestroom. I'll take you home by morning. You don't need this, trust me. You'll be fine,” I tried to convince her but she tugged at my shirt stubbornly.

“Don't reject me, too…. I love— you, Dante–” The way she said my name was fucking hot and I broke out in cold sweat, trying to convince myself I didn't want her. Her nose reddened as a blush crept up her cheeks and she shyly stepped closer, wrapping her slender arms around my waist.

The feeling of her round boobs pressed against my chest was driving me insane and I was losing my restraint. This little bunny was messing with the big bad wolf and I badly wanted to grab and make her scream my name but that'd be me signing my death warrant if Jake finds out.

“You want me too…Don't you? It's hard— I can feel it.” My eyes widened the moment she said that and I realised my hardened dick was pressing against her thigh.

“Touch me, please… Mr Cross,” Her cherry lips moved seductively as she looked up at me with those large doe eyes.

“Fuck, Callie!” If I start, there's no going back…” I warned her beforehand, knowing my self control was hanging off a cliff.

“I want you to claim me, whole–”

The rest of her words died in her throat as I crashed my lips against hers. I ripped her gown from her petite body, then carried her to my room upstairs. Setting her on my bed, she grabbed my neck and kissed me like she was needy.

It was raw and delicate at the same time.

Callie ran her fingers through my hair as I devoured her lips like my favorite meal. Her breath became shallow, nipples hardening as I stroked the left one with my thumb.

She shattered beneath me, moaning my name.

But I wasn't done yet.

Tugging down her lacy panties, I positioned myself between her and kissed her inner thigh. She gripped my hair and dug her fingers into my scalp. She tugged, pulled and screamed. My mouth never left her core for a second.

My dick pulsed with need, begging to be released from my pants but I knew I needed to be extra careful. She wasn't some bitch from the club. This was Callie; Jace’s priceless jewel and the little bunny after my sanity. I could risk having blue balls, as long as I wasn't hurting her.

I nibbled on her folds with the tip of my teeth and swiped my tongue across it, causing her to whimper softly as her legs quivered under my hold. I suckled on her clit like it was all that mattered and she shattered in a few seconds. Her pussy was so wet, sleek and ready to be penetrated.

My balls were so tight that I feared they'd explode the next instant. I was so hard that my dick could rip through my pants. This was the longest I could keep controlling myself. I worked my meat off my briefs the next instant and positioned the thick thing at her entrance, careful not to penetrate just yet.

She bit her lower lip, enjoying the feeling till I slowly began to thrust and she moaned in pain. I was on the verge of going insane. I've never been this patient with any woman in my life but I knew I had to make the sacrifice for her. She was soft, pure and delicate.

I could barely keep it together after a few more seconds.

“Are you ready for me, sunshine?”

She nodded, grabbing a handful of the sheets.

I stared into her doe eyes, searching for any sign of disapproval. I didn't want to force her into this. Sensing my hesitation, she nodded again, giving me a small smile. “Do it already—- ouch!”

I already plunged in my length before she could complete her statement and her pussy stretched to take in my large cock.

“Fuck.” I groaned. Her brows knitted together in pain and I paused with great difficulty. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She shook her head, eyes never wavering from mine. “Fuck me, Dante.” She provoked, spreading her legs even wider. “Do it.”

And that was all it took.

I pounded into Callie—like she was mine—and while she moaned from pain for a few seconds, she kept screaming due to the overwhelming pressure she couldn't handle. Grazing my lips over hers again, I nibbled on her lower lip, hips slamming into her like a goddamn machine.

Callie moaned. Screamed. Begged.

“Dan…Dante.”

“What is it, Sunshine?” I asked between pants, feeling her tighten around my cock again. My eyes rolled back as she came around my cock and brought me to my own climax.