EleniDante surges up to meet my mouth, and within moments, he has to drop back against the pillows to catch his breath again.“I’m sorry, pet.” He runs his hands up my sides. “I don’t quite have my stamina back.”The siren song of old patterns calls, but I’m not the Eleni I was the last time he used that name for me. It still sends a shiver down my spine, but if we’re finding a new balance, maybe we don’t have to let habits dictate what comes next.“That’s okay.” I nip at his earlobe, kiss down to the hollow of his throat. “I have enough stamina for the both of us.”He quirks an eyebrow at me when I lean back. I know what he’s looking for. I stay silent.“Sir?” he prompts.“Sir just wiped out like a cartoon character walking in the front door.” I smile. “So why don’t you let me take the reins tonight?”Indecision flickers across Dante’s face, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s ever had sex where he wasn’t in charge.Then, he says, “Okay.”Part of me didn’t expect that. My breath catc
EleniI roll over, feeling rested for the first time in I don’t even know how long, and reach for Dante. My fingers meet sheets where I know he fell asleep after our third round last night. Cold sheets. My heart leaps into my throat. I open my eyes and sit up.Rumpled blankets. Clothes scattered everywhere. No sign of Dante. I scramble for my phone to see if Gianna or Tony has been trying to reach me with something important. A few notifications await me. One from my email, alerting me I have an unsaved draft. I swipe that away. I tried to write a polite “no, thank you” back to Professor Calhoun yesterday, and it’s the last thing I need to think about right now. A few general check-ins and junk. One from Gianna that I open without reading the message preview.Hello?? Tell me you didn’t literally leave for Greece without texting me goodbye.I blink. Then, my gaze drifts to the time she sent the message. Eleven am. My heart skips another beat, and I check the time now. Nearly noon.“Shi
DanteI pull the car up in front of the abstract red sculpture that marks the front of the Tandon Institute, and Eleni turns to me with a glare.“What the hell are we doing here?”I park. “You know, I think the sculpture looks like a bunch of checkers falling over. What about you?”“Dante.” She crosses her arms. “Answer me.”I smile. I knew she was going to react like this. In truth, I don’t really care. She’s staying. She’s finding a way to get used to the fact that I killed Christos. It’s not over between us, and I don’t have to spend the rest of my life wishing I never told her. Even the ache in my chest can’t bring me down today. I climb out of the car without answering, circle around the hood, and try to open her door.It’s locked. She locked it. She stares through the window at me, arms still crossed.“Answers, or I’m not getting out,” she calls through the bulletproof glass.I exhale heavily. How has she gotten more stubborn? I was only gone for two weeks.“Is ‘you’re going to
EleniWhen I joked that we should go shopping before lunch, have the whole commuter experience, I didn’t expect Dante to take me up on it. I certainly didn’t expect him to trail after me through designer store after designer store, making introductions to the right clerks and offering opinions on my choices. I look at the two extra chairs they had to pull over to our table in the ridiculously upscale if tiny French bistro, both piled with bags full of purchases. I have no idea what’s going on. All I know is there’s a real chance we just spent as much as the semester at Tandon, even with the ridiculous bribe he probably had to make, and he’s still smiling at me over the most expensive burger I’ve ever heard of.At the very least, spending his money feels great. It was the one thing I was scared to do with him gone, and after his behavior at the warehouse the other day, he deserves it.I deserve a little treat from time to time, and based on the look on his face, he likes doing this. He
EleniWe walk out of Louie’s shop, and I blink in the summer sun. Everything that happened in the tiny jewelry shop starts to feel like a dream.“What now?” I ask. “Can we finally go home and deal with whatever makes you keep checking your phone?”Abruptly, I realize he hasn’t looked at his phone since we stepped into Aurora’s. But I’d be surprised if Louie had ever heard of Wi-Fi, much less spent his mornings texting prospective clients.“Yes and no.” Dante smiles. “I’m done with my phone, because everything is arranged, but we’re not going home.”I scowl at him. My feet are starting to hurt. Maybe I need to build up stamina before I invite Gianna on one of these. I’ve watched a few of her shows now, and it seems like stamina is the one thing a pole dancer needs in spades.“We are going to stay the night in the city at a five-star hotel,” Dante says.* * *A short walk, a conversation with a very snooty concierge, and a strangely tense elevator ride later, I stride into a suite near
EleniDante leads me through the lobby, his gaze barely leaving my cleavage, and out into a waiting limo. Today has been so crazy I don’t even ask where the other car with our shopping went. But as we pull into traffic, I do notice the two nondescript sedans that pull out behind us. My heart picks up speed until I spot the license plates. Both Saints cars. They’re nothing more than an escort. Dante is quiet on the ride to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but I’m bouncing in my seat. I look incredible, feel incredible, and I can’t wait to find out what the hell kind of gala a mafioso goes to and more importantly, why.When the limo pulls up outside, I have to smother a laugh. A massive banner dangling over the front of the stone edifice declares a benefit for a charity helping misguided and underprivileged youth.“Who are you, Dante?”“What?” Dante smiles as he opens the door. “You don’t think I have hidden depths?”I’m about to meet a completely different side of him. Cameras flash as
EleniI struggle to tamp down my libido as Dante pulls me out of the sculpture gallery. Cal Duncan? Here? With all the champagne, I forgot the day started with his name. For all my research, I haven’t been able to find a picture of the guy, so I have no idea who to look for in the crowd of well-dressed partygoers.“Mr. Cattaneo.” A man with deep red hair and a lilting Irish accent steps into our path. “And Ms. Calimeris. What a pleasant surprise.”Before I can reply, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. I blink, fighting for coherency. Instead, I notice the fine sprinkling of freckles on Cal’s sharp cheekbones and the amusement in his light brown eyes. The charming man in front of me doesn’t match any of the horrifying stories I heard about him.“Mr. Duncan.” Dante’s voice sounds strained as he sticks out his hand to shake. “I was so hoping to see you tonight.”“Is that so?” Cal releases my hand and shakes Dante’s. “I heard you’d been absent from the circuit for a while. It seems
DanteI study Eleni in the reflection of the chrome elevator doors, nearly salivating. Her breasts are about to burst out of that dress of hers, one tug of a ribbon away from total exposure. And I know she’s not wearing anything under the skirt. I nearly took her in the museum, and again on the street. It would be so easy. But after the past two weeks of everything spinning out of my control, I want to see just how good she’ll be for me and only me.The elevator doors open, and she starts to step out.“Where are you going, pet?” I ask, low and dangerous.She freezes. “The room?”“Did I tell you to move?” I sweep my gaze over her body.She shakes her head. “Sorry, sir.”I wait three heartbeats. “Let’s go.”The hunger that burns through me when she follows a step behind me the whole way down the hall threatens to burn me to ash. I’m already half hard in these fucking suit pants. Tonight is going to be incredible.I slide the keycard into the door and say, “From now on, you’re not allowe