Chapter 6: The Billionaire's Muse

Dante's POV

I hadn't slept for two fucking nights now.

I have just been lying in my bed, my cock as hard as steel, replaying the way Aria had looked on her knees in my studio.

I was the one playing this game with her, yet somehow I am the one always yearning for her, instead of her being the one craving me and begging to be bent over.

My mind plays the way she had swallowed my cock whole. What I hated most, was the way she'd made me lose control.

And think that was the problem.

I never lost control. Not with any of my previous arrangements. And certainly not with anyone.

But with her? One look from those defiant stubborn eyes and my structure rules start cracking.

Fuck! I had other muses before. Beautiful women who posed for me, fucked me, and obeyed me.

When I was done with them, I moved on without a second thought.

So why is Aria suddenly different?

Why does my body crave her? Worse, why would my mind not shut up about her?

Could it be that smart mouth of hers? Is it the sarcastic tone even when she was trembling with need?

Or the way she tries to make me fall apart the same way I had wrecked her.

Could this be a game on her part? Be smart and make me her sex slave instead of the other way round.

No. I was supposed to be in control. Always. That was the arrangement. That was how this worked.

But around her, I was losing my grip. And that scared the hell out of me.

So today, I am going to do something I'd never done before with a muse.

I will call Antonio.

Antonio Romano was my best friend and a brilliant artist in his own right.

We have shared models before. Shared women. It was never a big deal, it was all just fun, just art, and bodies begging for our hands or cocks.

I told myself that's what this was. That if Antonio touched her, tasted her, fucked her, maybe I'd stop feeling so obsessed.

Maybe I will remember she was just a plaything. And just another sexual arrangement.

I didn't like sharing things I was obsessed with. But if she was just a toy? Sharing wouldn't matter.

That's what I told myself as I sent him the invitation.

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Antonio arrived at my penthouse around ten that morning. Antonio is tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile that women love. He clapped me on the shoulder.

"You sounded urgent yesterday," he said. "What's going on?"

"New muse," I replied. "Thought you might want to paint her with me."

His eyebrows raised. "You're bringing up the idea of sharing first? That's new."

I shrugged, keeping my face blank. "She's interesting. You'll see."

At exactly ten thirty, Aria knocked on the studio door. I opened it and my breath caught.

She wore the black lacy lingerie I had left in her room this morning. Sheer and barely covering anything.

The bra showed her nipples through the fabric and the panties were also see-through showing the mold of her well-shaved vagina.

She looked stunning. And pissed as well. She had that stubborn look in her eyes.

Her eyes met mine. "You didn't mention we would have company."

"I don't need to mention anything to you," I snapped coldly. "You're here to follow orders, remember?"

Her jaw clenched but she didn't argue.

I stepped aside and let her into the studio. Antonio's eyes went wide when he saw her.

"Antonio," I introduced. "Meet Aria. My current muse."

"Pleasure," Antonio said, his gaze traveling over her body appreciatively.

Aria nodded stiffly but didn't speak.

"Today you'll be posing for both of us," I told her. "Antonio might join in later. Understood?"

She looked shocked. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something. Then she closed it and just nodded.

"Good girl. Now go sit in the center. Spread your legs and face us."

She walked to the center of the studio, sat down, and spread her legs, sitting exactly as I'd instructed.

She is always so obedient and yet so stubborn. I hated how much that turned me on.

Antonio and I set up our easels. We started painting in silence. The scratch of charcoal on canvas filled the room mixed with the sound of Aria's breathing as she tried her best not to rub her legs together.

Her nipples were poker hard, her pink areola looking so tempting. After about twenty minutes, Antonio set down his charcoal.

"Can I have a taste?" he asked casually not taking his hungry eyes off Aria.

"I can't help myself,” he added. My hand froze on the canvas.

This was supposed to be the plan. This was what I wanted. To prove she meant nothing special.

"Go ahead," I answered without looking up from my canvas. "You have my permission. Touch her wherever you want."

I lifted my head and saw Aria stiffen. But she didn't move. Neither did she stand up.

Antonio walked over to her. He knelt in front of her and gripped her hips, pulling her forward slightly.

Then he leaned in and breathed deeply.

That simple action of his inhaling her scent, hit me like a punch to the gut.

I remembered that smell. Aria had the sweetest, musky, intoxicating scent ever.

I wanted to taste her again. Right now. But I had already given Antonio permission.

And in our world, that permission couldn't be taken back. It was an unspoken rule between us.

Antonio pulled her panties to the side and buried his face between her thighs.

Aria gasped. “Mmm…”

I watched, unable to look away, my cock pulsing painfully against my pants.

Antonio licked through her folds. In such a thorough and agonizing way, her hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly.

She moaned loudly.“Ahh…more…hghn…”

And instead of feeling detached, and feeling nothing as I had hoped, I felt rage.

I felt pure, burning rage.

She pushed his face harder against her pussy as she began to buck against him.

Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back. Her mouth opened in another moan.

“ Fuck… I need more Antonio, I need more.” She kept grinding against his mouth with reckless abandon.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to beat the shit out of my best friend over a woman.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"That's enough," I commanded angrily.

Antonio pulled back, looking up at me. His beard was shining with her wetness. He licked the corner of his lips and moaned.

"She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.”

My fists clenched. "I said enough."

He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?"

No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less.

It had made everything worse.

I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall.

Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth.

That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.