Stella's Own

Part 7

That night Stella was sitting in her room reading Jane Austin as always but some underlying guilt of having Dante watch her torture the minion still pained her. She got up from her chair and slowly open the door. Dante was sitting outside her room in a nice armchair placed there for him.

"Hey." She whispered. His head snapped back to her. "Come in here." She said opening the door more.

Dante came into the room and she slowly shut the door behind him. Her face was sad and she spoke slowly as he stood there not knowing how to feel. Shocked? Scared? Mad? She couldn't read him.

"Please don't be scared of me after that. I know I preached about the ethics of treating our men with respect, but you have to understand that things aren't that pretty here. To get ahead in these games you have to be ruthless." She paused waiting for a reaction, but he just stood there. Stella stared back forcing him to break first.

He shifted and looked down with his arms still crossed. "It's a mafia, what was I expecting?" He asked himself. He looked up at her, "I want to believe that you're different. But you're exactly like them. Killing men who have no use to you. And you have whores of your own."  He stalked up to her and towered over her, "I bet your father would be proud." Assuming that he was just like any other boss who kept mistresses.

He turned to leave but froze when she spoke. "I'm actually exactly like Antonio. My father was loyal to my mother and always will be. Why do you think I practically run the show?" She asked raising her voice. Dante stood with his back to her. "He can't stomach half the things I do to keep respect around here. The title is going to me when he's gone because I was their one shot at having a kid." She stalked up behind him. "The only way to beat Antonio is to think exactly like him." Stella turned around and sat back in her green reading chair. "Welcome to the show." She huffed grabbing the glass of scotch and downing the whole thing.

Not expecting a response, Dante turned around and approached her. She flipped the book in her lap intrigued by what he would say. "I'm not saying I should have expected anything different. It's a mafia. But when you preach ethics and then betray them, that's when I start to question." He rebutted.

She stood up to challenge him but knew that would make him lose loyalty. "Dante, I will never treat anyone in my mafia like that. That was to show Antonio what he's dealing with. To make him think I'm that ruthless. I would never willingly torture someone who I know is loyal to me." Stella had a small plea in her voice hoping he would understand.

He stood looking down at her, his eyes softening. Standing inches from each other Dante could feel her pleading for him to understand, and he would be denying himself if he said he didn't think it was arousing to him. Dante unfolded his arms and put a finger under her chin. She tilted her chin up towards him. He leaned down, centimeters away from her lips. "I have to say, Miss, Mafia Boss Stella is my favorite." He enticed with dark eyes, flexing his jaw trying to hold himself back.

The need to control this stallion of a man went wild within her. Not moving any closer to him she whispered in command, "Lock the door." As if he was bound by magic, Dante locked the door to her room, and when he turned back around a hand was at his collar pulling him down to her lips. She backed him up against the door and started ripping at his shirt buttons. Exposing his chest she started kissing down his neck and chest.

Stella's hands were wandering all over his torso. She hadn't noticed before but his muscles were bigger than she anticipated. His abs were solid and his shoulders perfectly rounded muscle. She always had a weakness for beefy men, but Dante put them all to shame.

As she worshiped his torso as he let out a series of sighs and moans. Someone liked being touched and caressed, she thought.

Stella grabbed his belt and pulled him with her as she backed up towards her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed biting her lips, "Take off your shirt then kneel." Her words were like a spell to him. His face blank with lust and waiting for commands from his master. He did as told and was in front of her kissing her knees and thighs.