Indebted to the Mafia King
What Am I Missing?

Eleni

Sunset has come and gone by the time the last guests leave.

After the grilling, everyone loitered, eating classic American food and listening to classic American music, until darkness finally fell. Then Dante, giggling like a kid, disappeared with Seb and Tony. They reappeared minutes later with an unlabeled box and proceeded to light off the least legitimate fireworks show I could have expected. Some didn't light. Others fell off their little post. I laughed the whole time, and they handed out sparklers at the end. That, at least, felt like the summers I knew, waiting until the tiny fires threatened the top of my hand before dropping it on concrete and stamping it out. The only thing missing was Christos, trying to convince me to sword fight him. Luckily, it only took one mention before Seb was happy to accept the challenge. As always, our sparklers shattered instantly. It wouldn't have been right if they didn't

After everything is cleaned up, Dante and I stumble upstairs. Well, Dante stumbles. Apparently, he avoids those beers because he's much worse at judging his tolerance with them. I catch him as he threatens to fall down the stairs again, and he bursts into laughter.

"God, I love you," he says.

I smile. "I'd love you a lot more if you could walk your own ass up the stairs."

His mouth falls open dramatically. "Rude!"

Then, he spanks my ass and scampers up the last few steps. I follow him with a laugh. If he was like this in college, I can see what Tony was talking about. It's easy to imagine him surrounded by giggling coeds. I climb the last few steps and feel a little wobble from the few glasses of lemonade I had. Dante winks at me, then races ahead to his bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Slow down!" I call. "I thought you wanted me to sleep with you."

Dante wheels around and runs all the way back, then slips an arm around my waist. "Fuck yes I do."

I nudge him. "I meant sleep in your bed."

He pouts, and I can't help but laugh. Just to be difficult, I walk the hallway as slowly as I can, and Dante wheedles me to speed up the whole way to the door. When we finally reach it, he darts ahead again and sits on the bed. "Go on," he says.

I laugh and indulge him by reaching for the zipper of my romper. Suddenly, I remember Camila walking into the party, the way she stared at me.

"Did you talk to Camila today?" I ask.

Dante blinks a few times, and a little of the drunkenness clears from his expression. "Briefly. Who told you about her?"

I shake my head, fiddling with the zipper. "Just Nicky. She said she was a widow or something?"

"Uh, yeah." He reaches out and runs a hand over the curve of my hip. "I'm happy to answer your questions, but does it have to be now?"

"You're right, I'm sorry." I bite my lip and pull the zipper down an inch. "Just...well, did you invite her?"

He laughs. "El, I don't actually invite anyone. Nicky handles the social side, Tony the business. I was surprised she showed up, but just because she's been kind of distant lately. Now, please...?"

I look at him for a moment. There's no worry in his eyes, no furrow between his eyebrows, no obvious sign he's hiding something. But I can't shake the weird feelings churning in my stomach. Maybe Camila is the only one who knows the truth. Or maybe there's something hiding behind his "been kind of distant."

"It's just that-"

Dante drops to his knees in front of me and presses a kiss to my lower thigh. "Tomorrow, I promise, I'll let you interrogate me for an hour. Advanced techniques and everything. But right now, I'm tipsy and horny, and you're fucking gorgeous." I've always struggled to resist Dante. But on his knees, begging for the chance to have sex with me? I melt like the ice cream this afternoon.

"Tell me what you want." I card my fingers through his hair.

He kisses a little higher up my leg. "Take off the fucking romper."

I remain still, waiting to see if he returns to his begging.

Dante growls and sinks his teeth even higher up my leg, just below the hem of the shorts. "I'm done asking nicely."

I grab his hair and yank him back. "I'll go sleep in my old room if that's how you're going to behave."

His eyes darken. My heartbeat drops between my legs as I realize I've unlocked the feral side of him. But I don't release his hair. I want my Dante back.

Dante doesn't try to break my hold. Instead, he just stands slowly, making me feel every inch he has over me. I raise onto my tippy-toes, and my arm still strains to hold on.

"I think the barbecue spoiled you, pet," he murmurs. "Made you forget exactly who I am."

I swallow. "Remind me."

He grabs me around the waist and throws me back onto the bed. I lose my grip on his hair almost instantly. Before the mattress stops bouncing, he's on his knees in front of me again, throwing my legs over his shoulders. He pulls aside the crotch of my romper and underwear in one smooth move and presses his mouth to my pussy.

I moan, even more wetness flooding to meet him. He circles my clit, teases my entrance. I grab the sheets and squirm. Dante fits his hand in between us, fucks one finger inside me. The sudden stretch makes me gasp. A second digit threatens. Tonight is not the kind of night when I get room to breathe. I roll my hips against him, crushing his nose, wringing pleasure out before he takes more from me. Noises pour from my lips in a hapless waterfall.

He pulls back. "Who do you belong to?"

I nearly scream as his fingers still and my orgasm melts out of my grasp. He slaps my face.

"Incorrect. You get one more try, pet."

My chest rises and falls with frantic breaths. His night-dark eyes sear. It would be so easy to give him what he wants. Pleasure curls at the edges of my vision. Strange emotions churn my stomach. "No one." I smirk down at him. "The man who used to own me disappeared at a barbecue today."

Something white-hot fills Dante's gaze, and anticipation slicks my thighs.