Diana

I take a sip of my water as Dante approaches after talking to his mom.

I chuckle at the frown on his face. "It couldn't have been that bad."

On the way here, he had told me he would have to talk to his mom for a while to discuss how he was feeling about his brother Carter. I thought it would be good for him to finally let out his feelings about it since he hadn't said a word about it since that night.

He rolls his eyes and leans against his mom's kitchen sink. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have to sit for two hours listening to your mom go on about all the things you and your brother did as a child."

"She's grieving, Dante. Show some sympathy. Everyone grieves differently."

"Yeah, but she drooled, Diana! She fucking drooled on me!"

I shake my head, "No she didn't."

"I'm dead serious. She hugged me and started crying and I kid you not, I felt drool fall to my neck. I love ma with all my heart, but that shit nearly made me vomit." He shudders in disgust and I laugh.

"How did your dad take the news?" I ask as he fills a glass with scotch and leans back on the sink.

"Dad is dad. He played it off like he cared in front of ma but everyone else knows he doesn't care about Carter's passing. "

What a dick.

I shake my head in disappointment and reply, "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"You know I don't like talking about that kind of stuff."

"Oh, come on, you have to do it sometime in your life."

He grins, "Alright then, what about you? How are you feeling?"

I almost gag at the thought of having to express my emotions through words.

"Touche."

The rest of his family are speaking to each other. They were all gathered in the dining room, and Dante and I were in the kitchen.

The first hour after arriving had gone well. I wished Dante's mom a happy birthday and had given her my gift for her. His aunt had greeted us and we managed to really nail the part. Then Dante's mom brought up Carter's death and gathered all her family around to make everybody express how they were feeling. That's when I ran off.

I started off with talking to Fiona, who was hanging out with the other kids, but she soon ditched me. Then I moved to the game of Monopoly that Dante's cousins were having, but they also ditched me after seeing how competitive I was. Then I came in here for a drink and never left.

I lean back on the counter across from Dante. "Biggest fear?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Why the sudden interest?"

I shrug, "We never got to ask each other."

He waits a minute before answering.

"Butterflies." He finally admits.

I wait for him to tell me it is a joke, but when I see he is dead serious, I start to laugh hysterically. After a minute of him pinning me down with a death stare, I stop laughing.

"Why?" I ask and cover my laugh to stop the laughter from escaping again.

"When I was ten, my brother and his friends used to always do little pranks to piss me off. I was younger and smaller than them so it wasn't like I could really do anything to get them back, so this made them do it all the time. One night when I was sleeping, they put a bunch of butterflies on me. I had never seen one before and when I woke up they were all over my eyes and ears and from then on I hated those disgusting demons."

I stood up, "Wow! Big, scary Mafia boss is afraid of butterflies. Tiny little butterflies." I respond and begin laughing again.

"Yeah, fucking hilarious. My pain is hilarious to you, awesome." He replies and takes a sip of his drink.

"I'm sorry, that's pathetic and adorable at the same time." I stand closer to him and he stares down at me. "So, you're afraid of butterflies because of something that happened when you were ten?"

"It was a very traumatic experience, Diana." He replies, offensively.

"Oh, you just made my day." I say laughing one last time and he sits his drink on the counter.

"Nice. Real, nice." He says before walking away.

I set my drink down and follow him.

"And you? What's your biggest fear?" He asks as he sits on the steps.

I sit next to him and smile confidently, "Easy, nothing."

"You're afraid of nothing?" He asks in disbelief.

"Yep."

"That can't be true. "

I try to think of something. I wasn't afraid of any animals. I wasn't afraid of any people. What was I scared of? I am about to tell him nothing again, but I think of something that I was terrified of.

"Losing my daughter. Now that terrifies the shit out of me."

He groans, "Now what am I supposed to make fun of you for?"

I laugh and we sit in silence for a while.

"You look hot." Dante says after a minute

I face him in surprise. "And that just randomly came to your head?"

"Nah, that's been in my head since we got here."

I stand up, trying to not let this go any further.

"You look decent too I guess."

"I look more than decent." He replies as his mom announces it is time for her to open her gifts.

He gets up and we walk to the living room with everyone else. Looking around, I see most of the seats are taken, leaving only one.

Dante isn't paying any attention, only watching his mother move to the front of the television and trying to calm the rest of her family members down. He sits on the leftover chair and I stand on the side of him.

"Thank you everyone for co-" Dante's mom brings her gaze to me and furrows her brows. "Why are you standing, cariño?"

Everyone turns to me, including Dante, waiting for a response. I glance at Dante and see him grin.

"Yeah, come sit with Papito, baby." Dante says and pats his leg.

Understanding that word, I roll my eyes and his mom and aunts complain.

Well, it looks like I have no choice.

I awkwardly take a seat on Dante's right leg. I try to move up away from his crotch, but he pushes me back. This allows me to sit almost directly on his crotch. He places his hand on my bare thigh and leaves it there as his mom continues to talk.

I had chosen to wear a dark red medium length dress that made it appear like I had more curves than I actually had. And now I regret it.

"Carter's passing has affected us all. Some more than others." Dante's mom glares at her husband as she says this. "Carter was my first-born son and even though we didn't have the best of relationships, that was still my son. And I cry every night thinking about what kind of sicko would do such a thing to my sweet sweet baby?"

I glance at Dante and notice he is staring at his father. His hold on my thigh tightens and his leg begins to shake.

I didn't know much about the reason behind Dante's killing of his brother, but he had told me it needed to be done. I put my hand on his hand, running my index finger along the veins on his hand.

He turns to me and I watch as the sadness in his grey eyes is replaced with something I can't trace. He stares at me for a moment and I nod, trying to show I was there for him.

A small smile appears on his face and he leans his head on my shoulder as I turn back around. For the remainder of the night, Dante's mom opens gifts, talks to family members, eats cake and soon everyone begins to leave.

I shout for Fiona to come as Dante and I walk to the door.

"Fiona! It's time to go pretty g-"

His mom puts a hand out in front of me.

"If you don't mind, I was hoping Fiona would spend the night over. All the other kids seem to love her and Christian and I wouldn't mind. "

Dante rolls his eyes. "Ma, don't force her to do something she doesn't want to do. "

"No, you're fine. I would love for Fiona to stay over. "

I trusted Dante's mother and Fiona did seem to get along with the other kids. I needed to let her start hanging out with more people, anyway.

Fiona arrives at the door with her backpack and I move closer to her.

"Ms. Stone invited you to spend the night with the other kids. You want to?"

Fiona's face lights up, "Yes!"

"Then it's settled. You two have fun now." Ms. Stone winks and before I know it, Dante and I are out of the house.

Dante laughs as we reach the car. Unlocking it, he says, "Sorry about that. Mama can be a handful sometimes. "

Pfft, that was nothing.

I get in the passenger's seat. "Compared to you, that was a piece of cake. "

"Are you saying, you like my mama more than me?" He replies and sits in the driver's seat, closing the door. He starts the car and soon we are on the road.

"Absolutely. " I respond with no shame.

"I'm hurt."

"You'll get over it." I smirk and buckle up.

He doesn't respond, only turns the radio on to a jazz station. I stare out the window as we stare in comfortable silence.

Gosh, I wish I could leave this place.

I had been in New York my whole life. It was  boring. The weather and trees were about the only thing I liked about this place.

The weather was always just right. Especially in the fall. That was the best season. The autumn was the time of hugs, of evenings with warm drinks and warmer smiles. It always filled me with peace.

I shiver as I feel Dante's silver rings rest of my bare thigh for the second time tonight. "Tell me, Diana. How long has it been since that pussy of yours was treated, right?"

My mouth flies open and I direct my attention to Dante in shock. "What?"

"You heard me." He answers, unfazed.

I laugh nervously, seeing he is dead serious, "Dante, you can't just ask something like that out of the blue."

He glances at me for a second before turning his attention back on the road.

"Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not." I deny. He starts to trace circles on my thigh and I feel a wetness grow between my legs.

"You do that pitchy laugh when you're nervous. Why are you nervous?"

I don't answer and he begins to move higher up my leg. "Do I make you nervous, Diana?"

"No." I mumble.

He turns down the street and I see we are almost at his house. "Alright then, what gets you going? Tell me, what does Miss Independent get off to?"

My breath hitches as his fingers reach my pussy.

"What is it, baby? A little foreplay?"

I only shake my head, my attention only on his fingers that are tracing the fabric on my dress.

"No? Oh, I see. You're a little innocent. You like it gentle and shit, right?"

I close my eyes and put my head back on the seat.

What the hell is he doing to me right now?

I didn't understand how his words were turning me on. Gosh, he was so intoxicating.

I shake my head again at his question and he smiles. "Well then enlighten me, Beautiful."

With one last ounce of resistance in me, I open my eyes and grin, "I doubt you'd be able to see anyway, so why would I tell you?"

He gazes at me as we reach his house and I swallow hard. "You don't want me, Diana?"

"No. I'm sure it's average, anyway."

He stops the car on the street next to his house and turns the car off.

"I mean I can pull it out right now and we can see if it's small."

(Warning: Mature content is ahead. If you are uncomfortable with that please skip to the next chapter. )

Taking his hand off my thigh, I quickly get out of the car and walk to his front door. I wait for him to come and when he does, he unlocks the door.

"So um w-"

Dante pins me against the door as soon as he closes it. My breathing becomes heavy as he holds my hands up on the door with one hand and runs his other hand down my curves.

"What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly

He bends down slightly and begins pressing kisses down my neck and behind my ear. I moan softly as he does so.

"Ten weeks. I've been dreaming of doing this to you for ten weeks, Diana." He admits and presses another kiss behind my ear.

I moan again as he continues. "Do you know how many nights I've had cold showers, thinking about you Diana? Do you?"

"No."

"Every fucking night, baby." Dante brings his head up and stares at me as my chest heaves. He stares at my lips as he speaks. "Your lips are perfect, Diana."

Oh fuck it.

I stand higher, trying to remove my hands from his hold. "Then kiss me."

He doesn't waste any time and begins to kiss me harshly. He lets my hands go and lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He starts to walk up the stairs and I moan after his tongue falls into my mouth. He grips my ass just as we reach his room.

I get off of him and stand in front of his bed. Breaking out of the kiss and breathing rapidly, I say, "One time. We do this one fucking time alright?"

He starts to remove his jacket and shirt. "Whatever you say baby."

I match his actions and lift my dress. He stops unbuckling his belt and stands in front of me. Dante pushes me on the bed.

"Fuck, you are so perfect, Diana." He rips my underwear off and I gasp. 

My head falls back at his words, "Yes."

He grins and steps back, unbuckling his belt and taking his pants off. I gulp at the sight of his erection through his underwear and my mouth falls open. My eyes grow wide when he drops his underwear.

Oh my gosh!

"I thought it was small, Diana?"

"Is that even going to fit? That's way too big."

He moves forward and stands between my legs. "Ah, but you're a strong woman, you can take it."

After he grabs a condom from his nightstand drawer, I wrap my legs around his waist as he slips in slowly.

Geez!

I yell in pain as his dick stretches me. He continues to move in and out of me slowly as I dig my nails into his back in pain. After a while, the pain starts to be replaced with pleasure and I moan.

"Oh fuck!" I shout.

His thrusts become faster when he sees it doesn't hurt anymore.

"That's it, Diana. Such a good girl."

"Harder!" I moan loudly.

His grip tightens on my hips. He leans down and kisses me roughly.

"Joder. Eres tan hermosa, Diana. Tan jodidamente hermosa." He grunts.

Him speaking Spanish makes another wave wash over me, making me arch my back. Dante begins to thrust harder. The sound of our bare skin is the only thing heard. As I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, his thrusts become faster and harder. A feeling starts to build up inside me and I know I'm close.

"Dante, I'm gonna cum!" I shout.

He groans and doesn't answer. His thrusts become sloppy and I feel him go stiff. I cry out as my orgasm approaches and I cum all over him.

Dante pulls out, "That was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen." He says and I blush as I come down from my high.

Before I can get a chance to completely cool down Dante slides back inside me forcefully. His thrusts are hard and dominant, making me feel as if I am being ripped open.

"What's my name Diana?" He grunts

I only moan as a response. "What's my name, baby?" He asks again.

"Don't call me that."

"That's not my name, Diana."

He stops his movements and takes his dick out. I grow irritated, "Put your fucking dick back inside of me or I'll do it myself." I groan.

"I'd like to see you try."

I reach for his arm and manage to flip him on the bed. Now he is laying on his back the same way I was, I straddle him. I reach for his dick and lift my hips up. We groan in sync as I slide it in me.

I start off slowly to get the hang of it and Dante begins to unhook my bra as I ride him. He groans at the sight of my tits and I smile.

"What's my name, Dante?" I ask, repeating his actions.

I begin moving faster and he only moans.

"What's my name, baby?" I mimic him. Despite what we are doing I still cringe at saying the name on the inside.

"Oh fuck."

I stop my movements the same way he did me, "That's not my name, Dante."

"Diana, don't play this game with me."

I frown, "You can dish it out but can't take it?"

He only glares at me. I started to rock slowly, knowing he hadn't came yet and was growing irritated with me.

"Fine. What's the magic word?"

"Please." His hold grows tighter on my waist and I feel my legs start to burn, but don't give up.

"A little louder Dante." I order, enjoying having this dominance over him.

He groans and whimpers, "Please, baby. Please. "

I finally move faster and feel him grow stiff inside me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." He grunts.

I lift off of him and move my breast to his dick. His head falls back, and he mumbles streams of curse words as his cum soaks my breasts. My pussy begins to pulse at the sight, and it isn't long before I cum for the second time.

Heaving exhaustedly, I watch as he goes to the bathroom and cover my mouth to prevent the laugh from escaping as I see his small butt.

Why is it like a square?

I laugh at the image and when he returns minutes later, he pats my stomach. "Go."

I sit up, "Where?"

"I made a bath for you."

I gasp, "Are you saying I stink?"

He laughs, "I don't want you to go to sleep with that stuff on you."

I agree and get off the bed. Walking in the bathroom, he slaps my ass and I yelp. When I get inside the tub, it is filled with different soaps. The smell of cherry and vanilla are on me as I clean myself.

How does he have such amazing body wash?

After twenty minutes, I start to doze off and decide it is time to get out of the tub. I dry off with the towel Dante had left in the bathroom for me. I am also grateful for the shirt he left. I absolutely hated sleeping naked.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I notice the sheets have been changed, and the bed is made. I search for Dante and see he is laying on a makeshift bed on the side of his real bed.

I laugh, "Get on the bed, Dante." I say and hop on the left side of his bed.

"Yes!" I hear him reply as I get underneath the blanket and turn around. He switches the light off and gets under the blanket with me. As I get comfortable, Dante pushes me closer to him and wraps his arm around my stomach. I would have protested if it didn't feel so good and I wasn't exhausted.

Shortly after, I lay awake as Dante is asleep and glance at him. I sigh and shake my head before closing my eyes.

This is going to hurt like hell.

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