I love their banter.
The water is warm and a beautiful opaque azure blue. It’s so quiet and peaceful beneath the water. Josiah, Dante, and our instructor, a young Polynesian man named Kaipo, are in the water with me, but with as quiet as it is, I could be here by myself. Sound comes out more a movement in the water and I can more feel when a fish or one of the men get close to me. Instead of doing pure snorkeling, Kaipo taught us how to use air tanks. It makes it so that we can stay underwater for longer and explore. I took what Dante said to heart about wearing something that he would jerk off to. I didn’t want to wear one of my more skimpy suits, since I needed to be able to move around without flashing everyone in the vicinity. However, all of my suits showed some part of my body that Dante has already stated a desire to get better acquainted with. So, I opt for a high cut, Brazilian bikini bottom with a top that gives good coverage of my cleavage, but has a cut out along the bottom of
Dante doesn’t stop touching me the entire time back to the house. On the boat, in the car, even as we walk into the house, he either has his arm around my shoulders, a hand on the small of my back, or has me tucked into his side. He also keeps giving me these quick looks out of the corner of his eye. It’s almost like he needs to keep reassuring himself that I’m there and safe. Honestly, I don’t mind it. The chill that crept over me when he said that the oxygen tank had been tampered with still lingers at the base of my spine. It reminds me of him saying that there were threats against me before our wedding. I had completely put that out of my mind, but this brought all of those fears back to the forefront of my mind. Dante’s touch seems to be the only thing that’s keeping me from breaking down. The entire ride back to the house is quiet. Kaipo is still unconscious from Josiah punching him. Josiah is focused on the drive. I’m in shock. And Dante seems to be stewing in w
Dante took amazing care of me. He washed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp as he did so. He washed my back but told me that I needed to wash the rest of my body. “I’m holding on by a thread, cara mia. I can’t touch you any more than this,” he groans into my ear. I hide my smirk, but move away from him to wash myself. And then he pulls me against him, whispering in my ear, “Rilassati, cara mia. Sono qui per te. (Relax, my dear. I’ve got you.)” I lay back and close my eyes while Dante’s fingers move up and down on my arms. But everything that happened is still bugging me. Quietly, I ask, “Why is this happening? Who is after me and what do they want?” Dante settles his cheek on the top of my head. “I don’t know, cara. It’s all just been verbal threats up until now. I don’t think that they were actually trying to kill you, but they were definitely trying to scare you. I just can’t figure out if this is someone after your family, my father, or me.” I tense
Our time on Bora Bora for the next several days is mostly spent near the house. Dante was worried about more attempts on my life. Josiah had learned that someone had called the owner of the dive shop that was in charge of our tour. Apparently, they had offered to pay them a shit ton of money so that I was ensured to get the tank that had the least air in it. Now let me be clear, this wasn’t as big of a deal as Dante and Josiah were making it out to be. Yes, I was scared, but it wasn’t like I was really going to run out of air. The tank beeping alerted us, but I had plenty of time to get to the surface. I would have had plenty of time even if Dante and Josiah hadn’t helped me. I think that it’s just the premise. That someone had threatened my life, along with everything else that had been going on. It was scary and Dante didn’t want to take any chances. He’s been…kind. Very different from anything that he’s ever shown me. It’s seductive, and amazing, and really, real
I hate that our “honeymoon” was marred by the air tank thing, because it was honestly one of the best times of my life. Dante is actually decent company. He’s funny, attentive, and a good conversationalist. Surprisingly well read and traveled. Even though the air tank thing was scary, Dante quickly took my mind off of it without making me feel like he was pandering to me or that he was hiding things. Today is our last day in Bora Bora. Our plane leaves tonight. The house staff are packing our bags And Dante and I are taking a final glass-bottom boat tour of the islands. Unsurprisingly, Josiah is driving the boat. He’s been leading many of our excursions, typically with another guard. Today, that second guard is one of the younger ones, Michael. This is his first trip with the Luciano family, which means that he’s got to be pretty good at what he does. I’ve been trying to get to know all the guards a little, since we spend a lot of time together. But Michael is rather
We’ve been home for two days, unpacking and getting over jet lag. Today is my first day of work in the new offices in the Luciano branch of the business. I can’t say that I’m not nervous. I’ve just been in charge of talent acquisition at Rothschild’s Reads. Now I’ll be in charge of multiple departments. Editing, e-book business, talent acquisition. It’s a lot. And all of this will be under the watchful eye of the don, the most powerful, and scary, man in New York. And I’m under no delusions that if I fail the don, daughter-in-law or no daughter-in-law, I will be held accountable. I dress in one of my favorite suits. It’s a Kelly green three piece suit with a crop top underneath. I pair it with gold earrings, a simple chain necklace, and a pair of black Louis Vuitton heels. I leave my hair down and do my make up with a bold red lip. I feel fucking powerful. Like the bad ass bitch that I am. I breeze out of my room and walk directly into the kitchen with Mrs. Hughe
It’s been about a week since I started my new position in the Luciano portion of Rothschild’s Reads. I thought it was weird that Don Luciano elected to keep my family’s name as top billinging for the company. Then I realized that they needed my family name for it to be legit. Seems like I’m not the only thing that my father whored out. I haven’t spoken to Dante since my first morning at work. At first, I didn’t really worry about it. I was too busy trying to get my feet wet on the job. We probably just had different schedules. But after a few days, well…it was pretty obvious that he was avoiding me. Whatever, not a big deal. Honestly, I’m kind of relieved. It makes it so that I don’t have to worry about his shit. Don Luciano granted us a week break from the family dinners since we just got back from our “honeymoon” and started work this week. So, on Saturday evening, I convinced Mrs. Hughes to allow me to cook and invited Emily over. “Girl, this place is…” Emily start
I don’t know how we make it to Dante’s bedroom. All I know is the feeling of Dante’s mouth on mine and his hands touching everywhere. It’s overwhelming and so pleasurable that I can’t help but get lost in the feeling of it. I have wanted this man ever since our first kiss at our wedding and no amount of battery inducing orgasms have made the need for him go away. I had thought that we were getting closer over our honeymoon and then he went and pulled his disappearing act. I should stop this, I know it. But it feels too damn good. And, per our contract, we’re going to be fucking in a matter of days anyway. Might as well get used to it, right? That’s what I tell myself to hide the simple truth. I just fucking want him. In his bedroom, Dante kicks his door closed behind us and spins me around so he’s pushing me up against the door. His hands are under my shirt and cupping my breasts, teasing the nipples through my thin bra.He tastes like fine scotch, and minty toothpaste, an