Chapter 7: The Billionaire's Muse

~Dante's POV~

Antonio left twenty minutes later.

I stood there in those twenty minutes pretending to paint, while my blood boiled and my cock throbbed and every muscle in my body screamed to throw him out.

The second the studio door closed behind him, I snapped.

I crossed the room in three steps and grabbed Aria by the throat, slamming her back against the wall.

"Dante…"

"Shut up," I growled.

My mouth slammed into hers. Demanding entry. Finally, she opened up and kissed me back just as desperately, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I ripped the lace panties off her and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist automatically.

I freed my cock with one hand, positioned myself at her entrance, and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.

“ Ahhh…” She choked out.

I didn't give her time to adjust. I didn't care about being gentle.

I fucked her against that wall like I was trying to prove something.

I wanted to erase the image of Antonio's mouth on her pussy. She belongs to me and no one else.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I snarled against her throat. "Liked having his tongue on you while I watched?"

"No…" she gasped.

"Liar." I thrust harder. "I heard you moaning. Heard you begging for more."

"I was…" She broke off with another moan as I hit that spot deep inside her. "I was trying to make you jealous," she whispers.

I froze. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, her face flushed.

"I wanted you to stop him. I wanted you to…"

I kissed her again, swallowing whatever she was about to say. Because she was right.

She had succeeded. I was jealous. Furiously, dangerously jealous.

And I hated it. I pulled out of her abruptly. She whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Come with me," I ordered.

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her through the penthouse. Not to my bedroom.

But to the balcony.

The balcony overlooked the city. This one is twenty floors below, I could hear music and laughter from the rooftop party at the building next door.

"Dante, what…"

I spun her around and pressed her against the glass railing. Cool night air hit our skin.

"Someone could see," she whispered, panic in her voice.

"I know." I pulled a black silk scarf from my pocket.

I had grabbed the scarf from my room on the way here.

" It's okay. They can watch and you're going to let them."

I tied the scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her.

"Dante…"

"Shut up," I hissed at her and pressed her stomach flat against the railing, bending her over it.

Her ass was in the air, her pussy exposed to the night air and anyone who might look up from the party below.

"If you're going to moan like a whore for other men," I said coldly, "then you'll do it where everyone can hear you."

"I wasn't…"

I slapped her ass, hard. She yelped.

"I said shut up and moan. That's all you're good for, isn't it? Moaning like a needy little bitch while men use you?"

She didn't answer. I slapped her again.

"Answer me."

"Yes," she gasped.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, that's all I'm good for."

Good girl. I positioned myself at her entrance and slammed inside her again.

She cried out, the sound echoing into the night.

Below us, the music continued. People laughed. If anyone looked up, they'd see her bent over my balcony railing, blindfolded, getting fucked.

The thought made my cock harder. I gripped her hips and pounded into her relentlessly.

I gripped her full breasts from behind and massaged them. She moaned so loudly, as if her life depended on it.

Her moans however made me angrier. I kept thinking of her eyes rolling backward while Antonio ate her pussy.

I pulled out and slapped her pussy. “ To think you would moan for another with me there!”

I slapped her pussy again and she yelped again. Breathing harshly.

She turned her head to look at me instead of tears, what I saw there was excitement.

“ You are a freak are you not?” I slammed into her.

“ Oh my god, Dante… more…”

Each thrust pushed her forward against the railing. Each moan that escaped her lips could probably be heard by the people below if they paid attention.

"Louder," I commanded. "Let them hear what a desperate slut you are."

She moaned louder. Her pussy clenched around me, so tight I could barely think.

I was close. Damn, she was sucking me in so hard. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles.

"Come," I ordered. "Come right now while they might be watching."

She shattered with a scream, her whole body convulsing. I followed seconds later, emptying myself inside her with a groan.

For a moment, we stayed like that. Both breathing hard. Her bent over the railing, me pressed against her back.

Then I pulled out. She straightened, still blindfolded, her legs shaking.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vibrator I'd brought with me. The same one from yesterday.

I pushed it inside her. She gasped.

"Dante…"

"You're not done," I said coldly. I activated it with the remote. Low setting. Just enough to keep her on edge.

"Stay right here. Don't move. Don't take off the blindfold."

"Hghn…what…"

"You're going to come five times," I said. "Right here on this balcony where anyone could see you. I want you moaning so loudly where everyone downstairs can hear you.”

“ But…” I cut her off as I tapped on the remote, increasing the volume.

“ When you've proven you can be a good girl not a slut, I'll come back and fuck you properly."

I increased the vibration again. She whimpered, gripping the railing tightly, as she tried to take off the blindfold.

"If you so much as move, or take off that blindfold, worse, you touch yourself, the deal's off. Understood?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good."

I turned and walked back inside, leaving her there. Blindfolded. Exposed.

With the vibrator buzzing inside her while a party happened twenty floors below.

I sat in my studio where I could see her through the window.

I pulled out my phone and opened the app that controlled the vibrator.

And I watched.