Pain and Pleasure by Callie Vincent

24

Esmeralda

We’reat the hotel bar with both Benjamin and Andres.

It’s nearly nine in the morning and I’m already about to start my second drink. It’s fruity and pink and I sip on it as if it is just juice and not juice with a shit ton of vodka in it. Dante chats idly with Andres, solidifying whatever plan he and the other men have set in place to attack my father.

I should be paying attention, but listening to it makes my nerves come back full force and that defeats the whole purpose of drinking. I wish Ricky was here, but he’s busy with Marianne and prepping for his move to New York in the next couple of months. As soon as we graduate, he’s off to start his new life. This is a moment that we have been wishing for since we were kids. Finishing college and starting our futures.

However now, while Ricky is planning his, I’m left wondering if I even have a future. If I even get to walk across the graduation stage to grab my hard-earned diploma. If I’ll even be alive. I swallow the rest of my drink, drowning out my worries as Dante steals a glance at me. He raises an eyebrow as I order another drink, but I just shrug him off. We’re in Vegas, I can do whatever I please.

The men come to an end of their conversation, and I am now finished with my third drink of the morning. My face feels flushed, but instead of feeling nervous, I feel giddy. And when I look over at Dante, I feel desire. I feel bold and adventurous, and I realize that I would like to take him up on his jacuzzi offer. Right fucking now.

He seems to feel my sudden wave of desire because he gets up abruptly, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the direction of the elevator. Once we’re inside, he pushes me against the wall and ravages my mouth as we climb the floors back up to our penthouse suite. His kisses are rough and bruising, but I take them with enthusiasm. He kisses me like he’s trying to become me, like he wants to steal my breath and live inside of me. The feeling is more than mutual as I wrap my legs around him as the elevator doors open up.

He walks us to our room, his lips never leaving mine. His hands go to my ass, one of his palms holding me up as the other tears my dress from my body. He begins stripping me roughly as we walk into the large, golden bathroom. I am naked except for my heels and he's kissing his way from my lips to my breasts, his mouth now attacking one of my nipples, sucking it in with such a force that it makes me cry out in need.

“Fuck me,” I growl, and he chuckles.

“Remind me to let you drink vodka more often. I like it when you’re needy.” His tongue swirls around my nipple and I have to bite back my scream of ecstasy.

He sets me down on the porcelain sink as he turns on the jets of the jacuzzi tub, the water bubbling and filling as he strips in front of me. He’s about to pull down his boxers when my hands reach out to stop him. I slide down to my knees, pulling his underwear down with my teeth as I hold his gaze the entire time. I let my tongue lick at his thighs before I dive in, taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His length is massive and I gag immediately, but I still suck him continuously even though tears of resistance spring in my eyes.

He grips the back of my head and moves me with his hips, sliding his cock even deeper into my mouth before yelling out and ripping away from me. I mewl in protest, but he has my ass back on the cold porcelain sink as he grips his angry cock, guiding it to my wet entrance before shoving it in roughly. He starts to fuck me fast, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other, echoing through the bathroom. I’m already coming around his hard length when he decides to pull out and pick me up. He wraps my legs around his waist as he walks us into the jacuzzi tub, my hips grinding against his as my pussy practically weeps for him to get back inside.

“Such a greedy, little pussy,” he hisses against my lips as I slide my sex along the length of his shaft.

I tease him with a few more strokes before gripping the sides of the tub. His hands grip my ass and lift me, slowly easing my swollen sex back down onto his. He slides all the way in, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix. I cry out and he attacks my lips with his, kissing me so roughly and fucking me with the same urgency that I nearly black out.

“Tell me how badly you want it, mi ciela.” He growls and I tip my head back, my hands leaving the tub to slide over my aching breasts.

“So fucking bad!” I cry out, slamming my hips down onto his as he fucks me back with equal measure.

I’m to the point of bursting when he lifts one hand from my ass to my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my face to his, our lips a breath away.

“Tell me how much you love me,” he growls and I come instantly, my pussy fluttering and erupting around his pounding cock.

“More than my own life!” I cry out, tears springing to my eyes as he licks them away.

I feel his cock harden even more, swelling inside of me before erupting. He growls out his orgasm as his come fills me up, making me break apart for a third time around him. He holds me through it all. Until my head falls against his chest. Until our breathing slows and our bodies stop trembling. He brushes my hair away from my face, planting a soft kiss on my ear, whispering into it.

“Mi amor, mi corazón.” My love, my heart.

* * *

I’m brushing out my tangled hair as Dante unpacks our belongings.

It’s just past four in the afternoon. We’ve spent most of the day in our room, switching from bathing to fucking, to napping to fucking, to bathing and fucking once again. My body is deliciously sore and my buzz from this morning is gone. He’s promised me a night on the town, since the next couple of days have been booked for relaxing and spa treatments. He has an entire itinerary dedicated to easing my stress.

I grab some of my clothes, a pair of white, silk lingerie and a red dress. As soon as I turn on my heel to change in the bathroom, Dante snatches the dress out of my hands.

"Is there a problem?" I ask and he shrugs.

He puts the red dress back on the bed and hands me the white, silk floor length dress with the slit up the thigh. It plunges delicately at my breasts and has thin straps with no back.

"I like this one," is all he says.

I smile at him. Most women would find it misogynistic, a man dictating what she should or should not wear, but I find it endearing. I like to please Dante, especially when it comes to the clothes on my body. I like it because it means he'll look at me longer. And the longer he looks at me the quicker I can get him to bed. I know that sounds ridiculous, but getting Dante to bed has become my new favorite activity.

I grabbed the dress and lingerie and head to the bathroom. After I'm done applying a simple makeup look and straightening my hair, I dress in my garments and slip on a pair of white strappy heels. As I emerge from the bathroom, I lock eyes with Dante. There's a heat in his gaze that warms me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"Gira para mi bebé." Spin for me baby.

I oblige and spin slowly, but he orders me to stop suddenly, my back now facing him. He approaches me slowly. I hear the click of his leather shoes against the hardwood floor. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, his rough fingers gently moving my hair to the side so he can get a full view of my back. The dress stops at the top of my butt, giving a full view of my entire back.

His fingers move from my hair down the length of my spine, chills erupting across my skin.

"Perfection. A true angel," he whispers hoarsely, and I cringe.

"I'm anything but an angel, Dante. I killed a man just days ago," I remind him, but his fingers don't leave my skin.

"You killed a monster that was going to kill you," he says, matter-of-factly.

I face him and get lost in his amber eyes. They are so bright today, bewildering and captivating. I put each of my palms in the sides of his cheeks and stand on my toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. He seizes the opportunity and attacks my mouth in a passionate fusion. I all but moan as his hands grope and fondle me, his kiss getting deeper by the second.

A knock sounds at the door and I groan as he pulls away.

"The limo’s waiting, sir," Benjamin says on the other side.

Dante grabs my hand and walks me to the door, kissing me one last time before he opens it and lets Benjamin escort us to the elevator.

The limo ride is short. We arrive at a casino that's lit with a million lights. My eyes are taking everything, and Dante leads us inside. We are then seated at a table inside of the restaurant, saving the gambling for after. Andres is not with us tonight, apparently he's been gambling since this morning and hasn't stopped. Benjamin takes a seat at the bar and keeps a close eye on us, all the while allowing Dante and I to have some space and much needed quiet time.

Dante sits next to me in a velvet booth, ordering us a bottle of champagne as soon as the waiter greets us. He comes back with an expensive looking bottle and glasses. Dante pours and we just sit and drink, soaking and reveling in each other's presence.

After an hour of idle chatter, I go to pour another glass, but realize the bottle is empty. Dante had only had a couple of glasses, but I lost count after my third. I feel incredible buzzy and happy. I can't stop my hands from rubbing up and down his leg like a cat as I practically purr into his neck.

He kisses me slowly, sweetly as we sit. He orders us scallops and feeds me with his fingers. I swear, I have never felt more arousal than I do right now.

"Let's go back to our hotel," I whisper, attempting to sound seductive but my speech is slightly slurred.

Dante chuckles and pushes my hair back from my face, kissing each of my rosy cheeks before looking into my eyes.

"Patience, mi ciela. The night is still young," he says before feeding me the last scallop.

He's right. It's only half past six, but I'm ready to get lost in him once again. He makes me insatiable, this man. He pays for our meal and walks us to the bar, taking our seats next to Benjamin as he orders us more drinks. It's unlike him to let me drink this much, but I ignore it. He knows I'm under a lot of stress and I guess he's finally allowing me to let loose, thank God.

We finish our drinks in under ten minutes and now I am fully drunk. My balance is off and I can't stop giggling. Dante holds me up and against him as we stand, steadying me as I stumble and laugh.

"I wanna dance. Please, Dante. Please, let's go dance." My hands rub at his chest and he looks to Benjamin, raising an eyebrow before smiling down at me.

"You heard the lady. To the dance floor we go." I clap excitedly and we make our way to the club inside the casino.

It's dark except for a soft, ambient glow. I see bodies swaying under the twinkling lights, a slow melodic sound playing over the speakers.

Dante pulls me to the center of the dance floor, holding me against his hard body as we sway and move together. He kisses my ear, my neck and then my lips. I'm so drunk that all I can do is sway against him and smile. He looks down at me, his eyes wild and bright.

"I'm going to marry you one day, Esmeralda," he says, his voice thick and dark.

Chills erupt across my skin and a warm, fluttery feeling enters my stomach. I feel both frisky and flirty, so I decided to tease and play along with him.

"You know we're in the perfect city for that, so what are you waiting for?" I tease him and he smiles slightly, rubbing his nose against mine.

"You're right. What am I waiting for?" he says as we move against each other.

I get lost in his touch and smell, swaying against him until I'm dizzy. His kiss is the last thing I remember of the night.