The Informant

Chapter Ten

    Dantè POV

      I think she expected a better answer than what I was about to give her. But being candid was something I was taught to always be. So, that's exactly what I'd give her. The honest to god, truthful answer. Her dark hair rested on my shoulder, fuck it smells good, like vanilla bean. Her cheek pressed against my chest. Her soft, warm and completely naked body still tight against my much harder one. It felt good, almost too good, like if I held it too close she'd vanish right before my eyes. I took a deep inhale, just to get a whiff of her hair again. Although I'd never tell her I secretly sniff her hair, because that'd just be creepy right?

She was so down to earth I couldn't help but to think about lying, just so I didn't scare her off. A woman who's down to earth, incredibly sexy, funny and you could literally feel a deep connection with? What more could a man ask for? I didn't want to fuck it up, but I knew from experience, lying always fucked it up. So, I opted for honesty and hoped for the best.

"Uno; needed money. Due; I love sex, I am man after all. Plus, I knew I had the right... assets." I ticked the reasons off. Putting "needed money" first instead of wanted sex with big breasted whores who were hungry for money and my cock. But still honest.

I knew I'd been a tool back then, some days I even felt unholy and dirty. I'm almost certain if Mamma knew what I'd done she fly down just to splash holy water on me. But I couldn't really say I regret my decision, because I don't think I would have been this successful without it. Not only do I own my own business, -which is doing fantastic- but I could always use what I didn't save for Bello Madiana and send the rest straight to Madiana herself. Mamma needed the money more than I did.

Money wasn't something mamma and papa came by easily. Seeing as how they were both older and mamma was sick. I had tried so many times to move them both to America, but that always blew over. Mamma not wanting to leave Italy, and I couldn't say that I blamed her. Most days I missed Italy like a squirrel missed it's nuts, but I knew that I couldn't go back. And not being able to go back to something you loved was repugnant. Knowing I couldn't even go back to see mamma and papa, or to even show Mia my home was dreadful. But, I knew I couldn't change the past, and if I didn't want to constantly be in a state of depression I couldn't dwell on it too much.

I hadn't noticed Mia had sat up and was now looking at me like my head just magically sprouted horns. Damn, she was fucking cute. "You needed money? There are other ways of making money, Dantè." Her tone teased my cock, even though she was pretty much reprimanding me, it was hot.

I tried to keep the lust from my face, but I guessed from her growing pupils that it wasn't working. "And because of sex." I added. I already knew my answer would pissed this voluptuous hot-headed woman off. But I couldn't help it, she was so fucking sexy when she was frustrated. It only took the first time I told her about me being an ex porn-star to figure that much out.

She rolled her eyes rather dramatically, "Yep, you're officially disgusting." She went to get up, but I swiftly caught her arm.

"If I'm so disgusting, bellissima" I palmed her pussy "why does your pussy respond so perfectly with my every touch? Always so wet and ready for me."

Her breath hitched as I rolled my thumb around her clit. I pushed a finger inside her, her eyes rolled back, and I was right, she was already soaking. My cock twitched at the feel of her tight dampness. It begged me to let him get another taste of her, and I knew I'd never disobey what my little guy wanted so badly.  Just like I knew she'd give in to temptation, because the last thing she thought when she thought of me was disgusting. She could play it off for as long as she may like, but I knew from those lusty emerald eyes she thought of the exact opposite when it came to me. I could tell because it was the precise look I'd been trying to keep from my face since we met that night at the club.

I pushed her back flat on the bed, taking both her wrists and pinning them above her head, "Its because you want me, Mia. Si o no?" I knew I didn't even have to ask the question, but she drew something from me, making me want to hear the words coming from her mouth. When she only looked at me with half lustful half defiant greens, I tweaked one of her nipples with my free hand, twisting it lightly between my thumb and index finger. Her luscious lips parted ever so slightly. Making me want to taste her sweet mouth until we both nearly died from lack of oxygen. When she still hadn't answered my question I pinched the hard bud between my fingers, but it seemed to excite her a little more than we both anticipated, her back arched off the bed, the breath from her moan caressing my neck, making the little hairs stand at attention. Fuck she is so damn stimulating.

"Yes! Yes, yes, fuck yes!" She whispered in my ear, and that was all I needed to burry my needy cock between those delicious thighs of hers.

Both of us were panting like two dogs left in a hot car by some bastard from the breathtaking -pun intended- sex we'd just had. Trying to catch our breaths, as we both flopped down beside each other, flat on our backs. After what felt like only a minute she burst up, flipped over onto her stomach, "That was incredible, who know lips could even do that!" Her perkiness after every orgasm was like fuel for my ego. Plus, it was cute.

"Do what?" I asked.

"You know, twist that way when you were... Uhh... Licking me down there." Her face grew a bright shade of red.

I just had to make it worse, "No bella, that was my teeth, nibbling on your clit." If it were possible, her face was even more Crimson now. I was admiring her beauty when my phone went off, ACDC's 'Highway To Hell' being the ringer, letting me know I couldn't ignore this particular call. Damnit.

I scrambled off the bed, finding my jeans and digging my phone from the front pocket as quickly as I could and answering the call. Tony I malvagi never spoke in English. I wasn't even sure he knew how, to be quite honest. "Boss just gave us another job. Looks like you might get your revenge, Moretti."
Excitement and fear rolled into one big Boulder tore through me. "Meet me at headquarters in fifteen. Do not be late." He hung up.

I guess my face had shown some sort of emotion, because Mia was sitting at the foot of the bed now, "Dantè what's wrong?" Her voice was so soft, so smooth. Almost soothing, at least for a short amount of time anyways. I threw my jeans on, clambered around the room looking for the rest of my shit and throwing it on as fast as possible.

"Dantè, you're freaking me out."

"I'm fine, bellissima, everything is fine. But I have to go." I gave her a kiss on the forehead, her pouty lips begging me not to leave, and I wouldn't if I didn't -by law- have too. I crouched down, bending at the knees to be face to face with her, "I'll call tonight, yes?" Her lips twitched just the slightest as she nodded that pretty little head of hers. Then, as if she knew, as if she could read my mind she replied, "Be safe, okay?"

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Okay, so it's been like forever and a day since I've written, but here's Dantè's POV to sort of make up for that. Hope you all enjoy!
-Corey-