Savage Little Games: Chapter 28

Dante lifts me off the floor by my shoulders and thankfully not my hair, but I’m still stuck between him and the wall. I’ve never seen him so angry, so…terrifying. I thought he was going to hurt me. Other than giving me more of his dick down my throat than I could handle, he went easy on me. What man hasn’t done that anyway when a woman goes down on him?

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty mouth.” Dante grabs my chin and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip that’s still sticky from his cum. “At least I waited until your lips were all healed up.”

“Yes, thank you,” I agree. “And, um, I’m sorry about what I said.”

Instead of telling me he may have overreacted or that I’m forgiven, he just brushes his mouth over mine, tasting himself with a groan.

When he pulls back, licking his lips, I tell him, “I’m also sorry if I’m not as good at as other women you’ve been with….”

“What are you…oh.” He grins down at me, and it’s like most of his anger faded that fast. “You’re not jealous of those other women, are you, butterfly?”

At least he’s still using the term of endearment after I offended him. I don’t think my comments about requiring the girls to marry men went too far. Well, maybe the last thing I said about him hurting them. I didn’t mean physically, but it didn’t matter either way. Dante took offense to the implication that he would harm his daughters when all he’s doing is what he thinks is best for them. After what happened to the girls’ mothers, I can better understand his overprotective parenting.

Kissing me, tasting my lips again because of course the arrogant mafia king likes his own personal flavor, Dante says, “I thought you did a brilliant job.”

“I gagged.”

Dante brushes my hair behind one ear, then the other. “So?”

“I…I don’t have much experience. I can’t compete with the kinds of women you’ve been with.”

“Vanessa, I haven’t fucked any part of a woman since you signed that agreement. I don’t want anyone else. And while I hadn’t realized it before now, I think I enjoy punishing you by giving you more than you can handle.”

“Punishing me?” That’s exactly what Dante just did to me, he punished me for disrespecting him. “How…how else do you want to punish me?”

“Make you squirm for my tongue, but not let you come until I’m ready.”

“That would be torture.”

“But aren’t orgasms even better after they’re withheld? I’ll enjoy making you beg. Your cries when you come for me are a balm to my damaged ego.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Trust me. I don’t want to hurt you. Not intentionally. I’m not a psycho like Eli.”

“What did he do that was so bad he’s now your servant or whatever he is?” I can’t help but ask, wanting to change the subject of blowjobs.

Now, the mafia king scowls down at me. “Eli was one of my best MMA fighters. He enjoys hurting people, which made him quickly rise up the ranks in the cage. Then, he started throwing fights to make more money off the bets. He fucked me and fucked my reputation in the process. He cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars and some business acquaintances who lost money and thought I was in on scamming them. I should’ve killed him. I still haven’t forgotten his betrayal or forgiven him. I’m still holding a grudge, making him repent by serving me.”

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I knew his talent inflicting pain was a necessary evil I needed. He’s better at getting people to talk than even my best enforcers. People fear what Eli would do to them, having heard the rumors about him. And that means the smart ones won’t ever cross me. Eli sometimes jerks off during torture or watching me, so that’s another reason why I didn’t want you to watch the other day.”

“Ah, okay.”

“You think he’s fucked up, and I’m sick for wanting to take advantage of his depravity?”

“No, I don’t think that,” I assure him. “In fact, I think it makes sense for both of you.”

“You do?”

“You find pleasure in getting answers, getting revenge using pain as a motivator. He gets turned on seeing you in action as a powerful, vicious mob boss or doing the hurting himself, having that kind of control over someone. You may not enjoy hurting people, but you do it to try and protect the people you care about, right?”

“Yes.” Dante pauses for a moment, then says, “I should probably tell you that your stripper friend has found himself tangled up in Eli’s web. Whether he’s a willing participant or not, I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t care.”

“Wow. Gavin and Eli?” I say in surprise.

“I told you that the stripper is a fuckboy. Yes, he wanted you, but his attention wouldn’t have lasted more than a few nights.”

“But does Gavin deserve that sort of treatment from Eli?” I ask. “Yes, he was partially responsible for Mitch cheating, and Kozlov’s men hurting me. I forgive him, though. He’s young and made a stupid mistake. I am glad I didn’t do anything with him, thanks to you. Being tossed aside is not what I need right now.”

“Is that still what you think I’ll do? I told you I didn’t go to all this trouble just to toss you aside as easily as a one-night stand.”

“It’s mostly about the challenge for you too, right? When you win, when you get what you want from me, the thrill of the chase is over.”

“Vanessa, I honestly don’t think you will ever be easy, even after I fuck you. With you, there are still plenty of challenges left for me to try and win until our time is up, even just trying to make you happy.”

There’s still an expiration date for us, which I hate. Dante and I are only temporary. In a few weeks, everything will go back to the way it was before.

Instead of worrying about that now, I ask Dante, “Why don’t you invite Eli to family dinners with the girls?”

“He’s not family.”

“But he lives here with you all. Whether you want to admit it or not, I think you and Eli are friends at the very least.”

Dante opens his mouth to argue that’s not true, but then his brow creases in thought.

“Do you care about him? Would you be sad if he left?” I ask.

“I’d survive,” he says on a heavy exhale. “But I would miss his unwavering obedience,” he says with a grin that quickly fades. “Fuck. He’s a friend, even if our relationship is so one-sided?”

“That still counts. It just makes you a shitty friend. Unless, well, will you ever release him?”

“Not until he proves he’s loyal to me and is no longer the same greedy son of a bitch.”

“How long has he been trying to prove that so far?”

“A little more than a year.”

“A year? Wow.”

That just goes to show that when Dante gets his talons in someone, he doesn’t let them go until he’s good and ready.

I can’t help but wonder if he’ll do the same to me when our time is up.

The worst part is, I don’t know which I would prefer—for him to let me walk away without a second thought, or for him to never let me go.

And that scares the shit out of me.