CHAPTER 4

The next day started rough with Rafe when he couldn’t sleep through out the night with Dante’s thought clouding his mind. He knew he hasn’t fully recovered his professional shell in this place and in this world, And yet he had fucked things up last night.

He made a silent vow never to let that happen again.

As stepped into the main floor, he immediately felt the shift. And as usual, the men ignored him  which was fine. No one had tried to speak to him since he got here.

Soon he found Marcus in the back office alone.

“Good morning Marcus.” He greeted.

He got no response.

“The Boss needs these ledgers verified and cross-checked with the Moretti Family’s secondary accounts,” Marcus grunted, shoving a stack of heavy binders onto the conference table. “And you’ll do it here and now.”

Marcus didn't leave his side for even a second, He settled into a chair by the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes fixed fully on Rafe.

Rafe worked fast and desperately, running through the numbers on the ledge and the Moretti’s account not minding Marcus’s heavy and judgmental gaze, heavy and judgmental, watching and calculating every moment Rafe’s shoulders stiffened, or took a break. He’d be quick to caution him.

After an hour of absolute silence, and Rafe’s undivided attention, he made a small deliberate error on a formula, he quickly erased it, but the slip was already noted and Marcus was pissed.

Marcus’s voice thundered across the room “You’re too nervous for someone who’s going to be in charge of our papers.You make mistakes that a rookie wouldn’t make.”

“I’m sorry… I was just tired,” Rafe replied, his voice low. “I’ve worked hard.”

“You act like you’ve never worked this hard before,” Marcus challenged. “You’ve been acting like you’re waiting for something to go wrong.”

Rafe didn't answer. He just went back to work, adding and subtracting numbers. He knew Marcus never liked him, so he wasn’t going to go with him on a mistake he already apologized for.

Meanwhile,Dante sat on the edge of his desk in his office. he was watching Marcus and Rafe through his screen. He picked up his phone and called Marcus.

“Marcus… what’s going on?” he asked.

“He’s acting cold Boss.” Marcus’s voice cut  through the comms. “He knows the numbers. But still, he’s got the look of someone playing a game…

Dante smiled, a low, private expression as he took a long drag from his cigar. “I know, Marcus.”

Marcus paused. “You know? Then why keep him here?”

“Because he’s going to be valuable to me,” Dante said simply. “And because his fear is a more honest currency than any loyalty we could buy. He’s running, Marcus. And I want to see where he’d stop.”

Dante watched Rafe on the screen, seeing the drip of sweat beginning to form on his brow.

“Keep him there for another hour,” Dante commanded. “Break his shell and make him beg for water.”

“Yes boss” Marcus replied with a cocky smile.

Rafe was drowning in sweat, Marcus had doubled his work load by asking he recalculate the percentages, fetching some specific ledgers.

Rafe stared at the door countless times, hoping Dante would walk in to save him from Marcus.

Finally, the sharp ring of Marcus’s phone cut through the silence. Marcus answered, and hung up after a few minutes.

“Session is over,” Marcus said, his voice still icy “The Boss wants you in his chamber Now!”

Rafe almost ran out, out of excitement. He walked out headed to Dante’s inner chamber.

Soon he was standing in front of the door with a pounding heart. He stepped fully inside after muttering a silent prayer.

He met Dante standing by the large window, looking out over the industrial blocks.

“Marcus told me you made a mistake” Dante’s voice was grounded.

“I’m was tired, Boss. It won’t happen again” Rafe admitted, his voice rough as he could already feel sweat drifting off his back.

Dante turned slowly, his eyes sweeping over Rafe’s damp shirt and tense body. a smile touched his lips.

“What exactly were you thinking? huh? Did you by any chance think about what will happen to you when you make mistakes?”

Rafe’s bowed his head “I’m sorry Boss.”

Dante continued. “I know what you are,” he said, taking slow steps toward him “and after last night,

he reached out his hand, gently placing it on the center of Rafe’s chest, feeling the ragged beat of his heart. “I know what you’re made up of… You’re just like me, Rafe,” Dante murmured, his eyes locking on Rafe’s. “You crave control, but you need someone to take it away and make you feel things.”

Rafe shook his head quickly, a desperate denial.

“No.”

Dante’s hand moved, now trailing down his stomach, and past the trembling abdominal muscles, until his fingertips brushed the fabric of Rafe’s trousers.

“You can lie to yourself,” Dante whispered, his face inches away. “But you don't lie to me.”

His hand settled on his groin region, claiming the hard ridge already forming beneath the expensive cloth. he gave it a hard squeeze. Forcing a reaction from Rafe.

Dante didn’t wait for any reaction before he lowered his head to Rafe’s ear, giving it a seductive bite and fanning his face with his hot breath.

“Let it go, Rafe,” Dante teased, using his name like a curse as his lips brushed the shell of Rafe’s ear again, then he bit down softly on the lobe. and a

gasp tore from Rafe’s throat. His head tilted back, with his back arching in a desperate moan.

Another deep, agonizing moan ripped out of him when Dante’s teeth landed on his neck, he sulked it for a moment. Rafe pressed his face again Dante’s shoulder, with his body shivering.

Dante chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound of confirmation. He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with triumph.

“See?” Dante said. “I was right.”

He immediately pulled his hand away from Rafe’s groin, the sudden loss of contact let Rafe release the deep breaths he didn’t know he was holding in.

Dante ripped of Rafe’s shirt. with Rafe standing bare chest, sweaty, and exposed.

“Get down on your knees Rafe,” Dante commanded.

Rafe hesitated, his mind screaming No,But his knees already felt too weak, and the need to please this man was now overwhelming. Slowly, he  sank to his knees before Dante.

Dante’s hips were now at his eye level. Rafe looked up, shame battling the raw need in his head but he was already too far gone to back out now.”

Dante smirked,“Good boy.”

Dante unbuckled his heavy leather belt and undo the button and zipper of his jeans. He shoved the denim down slightly, freeing his erection… as it sprang out hard, thick, and undeniably eager.

Rafe tensed seeing his huge cock. He leaned forward and without a second thought, he took Dante deep into his mouth. supporting it with hands.

Dante’s breath seized, his hand immediately plunging into Rafe’s hair, a violent, possessive grip that was both painful and pleasurable. He groaned low and raw sound as he pushed himself further into Rafe’s mouth.

Minutes later, Dante pulled Rafe up by his hair, hauling him violently to his feet.

Their mouths crashed together… a hard, punishing collision that was less a kiss and more an immediate consumption. Dante’s tongue demanded entry, tasting the exhaustion and the sweat.  on Rafe’s lips.

Dante’s arms wrapped around Rafe’s back, pressing him flush against his chest, their bare skin meeting. Dante’s other hand went down, plunging directly into Rafe’s front pocket,as his fingers expertly hooked onto the hard length beneath the cloth, gently kneading and rolling Rafe's cock.

Rafe's control shattered completely. He sagged against Dante, his hands clutching desperately at Dante’s shoulders. The combined pressure, mouth, chest, and the explicit teasing through his trousers…was too much for him handle at once.

Dante pulled his mouth away, his voice a filled with a triumph whisper against Rafe’s lips. “Tell me I was right, Rafe. Tell me you wanted this too.”

“Yes,” Rafe choked out, helpless, and completely ruined. “You were right.”

Dante smiled deepening the kiss and allowing the kiss to become a punishing as his hands move faster on Rafe’s cock…