Stella's Own

Part 3 Boston College

Stella took her mother's advice and was now walking around Boston College with Danet next to her, that afternoon. 

"So, you're graduating in the spring?" He questioned. 

 "Yes. Hopefully." She sighed. "I had to do last year online, becasue of some threats Antonio made."

"What's you're major?" Dante asked, trying to lighten the conversation.

"I'm studying business and finance. I know I could learn a lot from my father, but getting an academic view on it too will help us catch up with the times." Stella explained. Sauntering along she asked, "Are you in college?"

He nervously laughed and rubbed a hand on his neck, flexing his bicep and adjusting his coller so that Stella could see part of a rose tatoo on the back of his neck. "I was, but we needed more money so I came to work for your father. My family didn't want me to take out loans, so working is my only option."  

"Oh." Stella replied nervously. "What were you studying?"

He looked up at the canopy of trees and breathed in. "I was studying exercise science." He sighed. 

Stella stoped and looked up at the trees with him. "I mean you are coming here with me in the fall. I don't know if we have exercise science, but you could look at the catalog and see if any classes interest you." She shrugged. 

Dante shrugged as well and began walking again. "We'll see." 

"If it's a money thing, you are being paid to be here, I'm sure I can talk to my father and get your classes paid for."

He looked over at this strong, confident woman he had only heard about in the tabloids. A force to be reconked with, and a celebirty heart breaker. If what she said was true about the way her men treated her, Dante had something to fear and cherish. 

That night after Stella and Dante had gotten back from the city, walking the campus, and renting a new apartment, she had retired for the evening, sitting in her coffee chair reading Jane Austin. But thoughts of Dante needing money for school worried her. She could probably persuade her father to pay for his classes at Boston, but if that is why he came, her father might not be so intrigued about it. He belived in hard work and earning rewards, not giving hand outs. 

Dante seemed stoic, rugged, yet gentle. He barely spoke, but Stella had felt this tension with him the moment they met. Was it nothing more than her being needy? Or was it actually desire?

 Only one way to find out. 
 
She stood up and walked to the door. Creeking it open she saw Dante pacing in the hallway. He must not have herd her open it because her voice startled him. "Dante, come in here." She whispered. Danted came into the room and stood at the door.  "Scotch?" She asked, and when he didn't reply she took it as a yes. Still standing at the door she handed him the glass.  

Stella sipped the liquor, but she didn't take her eyes off of him. "What's got you on edge?" She asked, stepping closer to him, looking at his five o'clock shadow and up to his eyes. 

He took a sip of his scotch and lowered his head to look at Stella, who was standing so close he could smell her breath. "Man of many words I see." She mocked. He didn't move as she inched closer. Did he want her to make a move? His expressionless face was tense as his breathing quickened. "That's okay we don't have to talk." Stella whispered running a hand along his chest. Teasingly pulling his collar down so she could see more of the dragon tattoo on his chest. 

He grabbed her hand, forcing her eyes to snap back to his dark brown ones. Dante was holding himself back from doing things he would regret. "We shouldn't." He whispered bending down to her ear. He moved back in front of her face to smell the scotch on her pink lips. 

"Tell me why you were pacing outside of my door then." She taunted. "A little odd for you to be up at this hour, especially since I'm inside and don't need a bodyguard at this moment." 

Dante took a breath and was wondering if it was even worth it. "Did you mean what you said when you told me the men in this house were yours?" 

Her lips were closer to his again as she whispered, "I told you my men are loyal to me, and that ment with their actions, allegiance, and their bodies." She then walked away from him sitting back down in her coffee chair. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do." He stood staring at her from the door with conflicted emotions. The temptress she was, was driving him crazy. Dante turned and left before he did something he would regret. 

Stella, a little disappointed, picked up her book and tried to read, suppressing her needs. But her thoughts and desires were strong. He needed to come to her on his own. Usually she would corner them into breaking, but if things went wrong with Dante she would literally have to live with the consequences, at home.

She picked up her phone and texted Luca meet her in her room. Impatiently she poured more scotch and downed it in one sip. Minutes later he appeared at her door. "Hello, Miss." His voice enchanted as he walked in. Closing the door behind him Stella pointed to the floor in front of her. 

"What took you so long?" She questioned. 

Lucas knelt before her, kissing her knees and rubbing her calves. "That new toy of yours stopped me before I came in." He explained. 

"What did he say?" Stella asked running her hands through his short sandy golden hair. 

In between kisses, he said, "Wanted to know why I was coming in here." Lucas moved his hands up her thighs and under her robe. 

"Well, what did you tell him?" She quietly asked.

His hand's on top of her thighs he looked up and replied, "That I was coming in here to please you."  His head then dipped in between her legs. 

A moan escaped her lips. She grabbed his hair and forced him back up, "What did he say after that?" Her curiosity continued. 

"He scoffed and walked off. Arrogant bastard." He remarked before nuzzling back in between her legs. Throwing her head back in pleasure, Luca worked his tongue in wonders. That's why she kept him around so long. He didn't like being pleased, but he loved being at her mercy.  It was hard for her not to think about what Dante would be like on his knees for her. 

Lucas had satisfied her for the time being. She snuggled into him as they laid in bed. Stella and Luca had a comfortable enough situation-ship where she didn't feel like he would attach himself to her by just cuddling. After enough time she was asleep beside him. 

Dante was running his hands along her arms as they sat in the warm bath. Stella leaned her head back on his shoulder and looked up at him. He kissed her on the temple and continued to move his hands along her arms. 

She caught one of his arms and moved it all along her body. Spreading her knees she pushed his hand to her sensitive bud and moved his hand the way she liked it. Her head was pressing against his shoulder in pleasure, and she felt the tension build up in her stomach as the room turned white. 

The ringing from her alarm clock snapped her out of the dream and she held her head in her hands as she reminisced on the dream. "I need to get this under control." She told her self shaking it off.  Luca was missing from the bed in the morning and probably snuck out in the middle of the night. Something she would tease him for later, but she had work to do. 

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A/N; I'm practically binge-writing at this point. Hope you are enjoying the first parts of my new work.