I almost apologized for not knowing the correct order of feeding Dante. But I stopped myself from being so stupid. He had a way of making me feel safe, even though I was far from it. Without his suit and gun, he looked like any other man. Only better looking than most. His body was a work of art sculpted to perfection.
Still, no matter how long I was his prisoner, I could never see him as anything more than my jailer. Angelo was the love of my life. No one and nothing could change that fact. I had to adapt to my new environment. It was the only way to survive in this world. I would have to pretend to like being with Dante.
My stomach turned at the thought of him on top of me, inside me, punishing me with his cock. That was how Lucky had described sex with Dante, which didn’t sound much different from sex with Angelo. Except what I had with Angelo was love, no matter how rough.
I pinched a cube of pineapple between my fingers and held it in front of Dante’s mouth. He moved forward, sinking his teeth into the fruit. Instead of taking it from me, Dante took my entire finger into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Startled, my eyes went wide with shock. I attempted to remove my finger, but he gripped my wrist tight and held my hand in place. Juice was running down my hand. He licked every bit of the juice from my skin, before releasing his hold on me.
“You taste good,” he growled. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
It wasn’t hard for me to see why most of the girls were here of their own free will. Dante had a magnetism about him that drew you in, made you want to find ways to get closer to him. His power and dominance were nothing like Don Morelli’s, but he had the same intensity burning behind his dark and menacing eyes. He had so much sex appeal he oozed it with every ounce of his being.
I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat. “Your eggs are getting cold.”
He smirked. “I’d rather eat you.”
I lowered my eyes to the plate and stabbed at a few pieces of the Western omelet with the fork. Dante cupped his hand over mine, forcing me to look up at him. His warmth sent a brush of heat up my arm. It wasn’t the same sensation I felt when I was with Angelo. It was weird to be so close to this handsome man who had cold eyes that sent chills through me.
“You’re a beautiful girl, Raven.” His voice was so smooth and sensual, it was as if it had its own melody. “I still haven’t decided what to do with you.”
“Let me go,” I begged. “Please, let me go. I have a family who must be worried sick about me.”
“I can’t do that,” he growled, his tone shaking through me. “You are mine. I own you now.”
“My fiancé would pay the price. So would my dad. Name it. They will give you whatever you want.”
Dante hesitated for a second before he said, “You belong to me, Raven. No one else. I don’t care who you were before we met.”
“Do you know who I am?”
He shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. You will start a war if you keep me here.”
Dante released his grip on me and sank back into the stack of pillows behind him. He slid his hands behind his head and glanced over at me. “War is good for business. Every five to ten years, the East Coast families fight over something. One year it’s drugs, another it’s guns or whores. War is good because it helps us make room for a new regime. That’s how I became the boss of my family.”
I dropped the fork onto the plate and sat up, tucking one leg under the other. “I thought you had an alliance with the Morelli family.”
“I do.”
“Then, why would you do this to me?”
He shook his head, amused. “You were a gift from a friend. I did nothing wrong.” With a menacing gaze,
Dante leaned forward, close enough I could feel his breath on my cheek. “And you’d be wise to shut your mouth and learn your place, little whore.”
“Angelo will kill you for this,” I choked out through gritted teeth.
“I’d like to see him try,” he countered with venom behind his words.
I raised my hand to my cheek. It was as if he spit acid on my face with the sting his breath left behind on my skin. “Am I worth all this trouble? Do you like locking up pregnant girls against their will just to satisfy your sick pleasures?”
Dante cocked an eyebrow at me, confused. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at me.
We didn’t speak, the uncomfortable silence making me even more nervous. Did I fuck up by confessing my possible pregnancy? I didn’t even know for sure, though I had my suspicions. My body was telling me something for almost two weeks, but I was too busy trying to survive to acknowledge all the signs.
Dante hit a button on a black box next to him. “Send Lucky in here.”