I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips.
"And then?"
"Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or thi...
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The ride was in complete silence. None of us dared to even take a glance at each other. Or at least I wasn't because Dante's phone kept pinging up like the world was in catastrophic danger.
Well, mine was.
All it took was one simple push and that was it.
I was just meant to 'start afresh'?
With Dante?
Now that I think about it, those safety lessons didn't really help.
Or maybe it's because he really is a cultist.
Who the hell has that amount of strength to push a whole whale like me down into a car?
The stupid ping went again as I closed my eyes, forming my fists into a ball so I could just imagine me smashing his phone so many times so he isn't able to use it again.
And eventually, it stopped.
For three seconds till there were a couple more pings following after.
"Chert voz'mi, could you switch that fucking thing off?" I shouted, turning to face Dante who slowly lifted his head from his screen and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, can I?" I could see it in his eyes. Fucking bastard wanted me to say please.
After everything! He still has the fucking nerve.
"I am not going to say please like a bloody eight-year-old who looks ugly because she lost two sets of teeth!" His brow furrowed for a second and I was filled with slight confusion till another ping went off.
I grit my teeth together, turning towards the window to see that we were approaching a border check.
"Are we driving to Italy?"
He looks up again a small smile on his lips. "I don't know, bellissima. Are we?"
I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Dante."
"Yes, we are."
I smiled a little, feeling happy that this was the best conversation that we've had in the minutes we've been here.
We're progressing.
Very, very slowly.
"Why couldn't we just take a plane?" He shook his head, tucking in his phone as the car came to a stop, waiting for the car in front to show their details to the officer in charge.
"It would attract too much attention, and I don't own any airways over here to take my plane on."
I shook my head, resting it on the headset. But then I realised.
I'm in a car with a mob boss. A guy whose whole existence is illegal. And now, I obviously have a wish against my head, a fucking wish to be in prison.
