His Serpent's Kiss

I could see the questions in Dante’s eyes as he blinked. We were back in my mansion, rather a hidden part of it that most had no idea of. The walls and floors were concrete and strengthened by steel bars and not a sound would leave this cell unless I wanted it. “So that is your real name,” I hummed leaning back as he glared at me with such impossible force. If eyes could kill I was sure I’d be dead already. The card attached to the hotel key we found on him had been useful after all. Pity he looked like he’d kill me if I untied his ropes. He was so fucking gorgeous that I’d have him in my bed already were the situation not different. He was already tied up for my pleasure after all. “I must admit,” I Continued whilst leaning against the hard walls with effortless elegance. “I had thought you to be one of Angelo’s men at first just like Caesar had turned out to be.” My eyes moved up and down his torso searchingly keeping my expression blank. He was fit. The clothes he wore wer

Dante’s declaration was just as fickle to me as his hatred was. I didn’t care. I owned him now. My lips curled upwards in a smirk and I crossed the remaining space between us. He took a swift step back and I took a step forward, pinning him against the wall. His eyes fluttered briefly as I leaned in, breathing in that exquisite musk of his. "That will make it so much fun to break you Dante," I replied in a slow languid tone. "And trust me, it’ll be just as you like it." Tense reigned between us as I watched his face go from pale to red in less than ten seconds. Then my phone started ringing. I froze as the vibrating object on my desk echoed through the entire study. Straightening I stepped back feeling a mild displeasure stirring as I walked to the desk to pick up the phone. Zach. That was quick. Had he found something on Dante so easily? "You may leave. Wander about the house as you like. But don’t even think of leaving," I dismissed the unwitting object of my thoughts.

Early the next morning, I drifted awake at the sound of shuffling outside my door. My curiosity was piqued, as was my paranoia. Was this another attacker in the home of Don Vecchio? A small knock triggered me to get off the bed, my ears listening and body tense. The last night had taught me that life would be unpredictable working for Don Nero Vecchio. Recalling our last encounter I pinched my nose briefly, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He knew I was Dante Solace. But he hadn't reacted in the way they I had expected. If only I could tell what the damn Don was thinking… The knock came again, louder this time. And a timid sounding voice at the other end, as if afraid that she would wake me up. “Senor Dante, I have a message from Sir.” I opened the door instantly upon hearing that, alert. “What is it?” I asked hoarsely, my hair falling over my eyes as I leaned forward. It was a petite, young woman who held a small laundry basket of fresh sheets. Her face

Work. That was the only thing that should have been on my mind. I thought briefly of the deals I had to make today. The Geraldo family was looking for allies in this region, and the choice was between Angelo and I. Antonio Geraldo had chosen to meet with me FIRST. That was supposed to be a win, in my own opinion. But there was this. My hands were tightly clenched, a desire that I had barely been able to control clawing its way up through my body once again. Enough, I thought. Non lasciarti influenzare da lui. He was just a man. And what a man he was. Dante Solace had captured my thoughts in a way that most of my lovers hadn't. He was insolent, nothing short of disrespectful and antagonistic towards me. Even when his actions had saved my life more than once it was with a begrudging, disgruntled glare. 24 hours was enough to find him interesting. And there was nothing more that I wanted but to take him by the neck, force him onto my bed and fuck his brains out. “D

I cursed over and over in my head as I walked over to meet the three men who were coming up here, surely to find Antonio. Fuck him. Fuck this work. Fuck everything. My lips and ears burned, but I kept myself focused. It was only one man - the one in the middle and a step closer than the other two - that noticed me first. Immediately his face contorted into one of anger and realization, and as if to buttress the point, a loud bang of a gunshot rang in the air behind me. Nero had killed him. Fuck. Immediately I tackled the first man to the ground, stopping him before he could whip out his gun. A quick snap of his neck and his body went limp, but then I saw the two other men cock their pistols, rage on their faces. Without hesitation I used the unconscious man’s body to shield myself. Three gunshots rang, and hit him. Then I hit back, swift and unwavering in my aim. The skills of a mere henchman couldn't compare to that of an assassin, Two quick shots and they were down. B