CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 17

DANTÉ

I arrived home late on Sunday night and sleep eluded me for hours. Mia's image was burned into my mind, the memory so vivid. Even the intoxicating smell of her sweet vanilla perfume lingered in my nose, as if she was there. I could almost feel the warmth of her lips on mine, her body fitting perfectly against me. Her breathless moans, and her voice calling my name while I brought her to the edge with my fingers, reverberated in my ears.

I ached to be close to her, to slip between her legs and claim her innocence. The longing was intense, almost unbearable, coursing through me with every heartbeat. It might seem stupid that I didn't take her when I had the chance, but Mia's unlike any other woman I'd ever been with. I just couldn't act on my desires impulsively.

With her, I want to take my time, to cherish every moment. She's the one, my special person, deserving of tender care and to be treated differently. Knowing that no other man has touched her, and she has saved herself for me, makes it even more profound.

Thanks to Mia, I needed an outlet for the rampant desire raging through my blood. I was so hard like a steel rod that I found myself doing the five knuckle shuffle a couple of times, driven by the image of her warm, tight virgin pussy around my dick. Each time I came, the intensity left me drained. The overwhelming euphoria eventually wore me down, pulling me into a deep, exhausted sleep.

*

I've been experiencing a renewed sense of self, as if I'm walking on cloud nine. This cheerful version of me has left my colleagues puzzled, jokingly remarking that they had no idea I could beam with happiness.

Despite the swirling speculations and gossip hinting at a woman, I remain tight-lipped about my personal life and refuse to engage in personal inquiries. Though I'm itching to shout from the rooftops about my newfound relationship, I know better than to do so at work. The last thing I want is for any harm to come to Mia as a result of my job.

All these years, I have built a fortress around me, keeping close only a select few as a barrier against betrayal. Trusting people has always been difficult for me, even with my colleagues. My past in the mafia has ingrained in me that trust is a dangerous illusion and luxury you can't afford. Money can sway anyone, even those who seem most trustworthy.

However, all week frustration has also been gnawing at me, knowing I couldn't see my woman or take her on a first date. Being buried in a case, I had no choice but to make do with only hearing her voice on the phone. The harsh reality is that my irregular working hours dominate my life. I can only hope Mia will be supportive of my work commitments in the future.

But now, I'm a man on a mission, and my heart races with excitement. After receiving valuable information from a reliable source, there's finally a breakthrough in the case. The thrill of progress fills me with hope, as I eagerly anticipate the reward of a weekend free from obligations. I call Mia, eager to share the news and make plans for our first date.

She answers almost immediately, "Hey, Danté."

The sound of her sweet voice instantly brings a smile to my lips that I can't contain. "Hey, amore mio. What are you up to?"

"Just running a quick errand to get some things for dinner."

"I won't hold you up then. Just wanted to check if you're free tomorrow?"

"I told Maggie I'd tag along to Tyler's soccer game, but she won't mind if I back out to hang out with you instead."

"Huh-uh, you should go if you want to, Mia," I assert, although I'm desperate to spend time with her. "I'd love to see you if you're free afterward."