Page 4 of Claimed By the Don

Ginetta shifts beside me, drawing me out of the heated memory. "Dante, this is incredible," she says, her hazel eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the breathtaking cityscape unfolding beneath us. "I can't believe you arranged this just for me."

Just for her. Christ, the things I want to do for this woman, and to her. The helicopter tour is just the beginning, a tantalizing glimpse of the world I want to lay at her feet...preferably while she's flat on her back wearing nothing but those fuck-me heels and a satisfied smile.

"Sweetheart, this is just the overture," I tell her, letting my eyes convey all the dark, delicious things I'm imagining. "Stick with me and I'll show you sights and experiences you've never dreamed of."

Her lips part on a soft inhale and a becoming flush stains her rounded cheeks. God, she's so beautifully responsive. So open and genuine in her reactions, not a coy bone in her lush body. It makes me want to test her limits, see how far I can push her. Strip away all her prim, good-girl layers until she's bare and begging, hungry for everything I want to give her.

And I want to give her everything. It defies logic, this visceral need to possess her, make her mine in every way possible. I'm not a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy, never saw the point of wining and dining a woman when we both knew exactly where it was heading. Seduction always seemed like wasted time when I could achieve the same result with a charming smile and a few smooth words murmured in a pretty ear.

But with Ginetta, I find myself wanting to do this right. Romance her, make her feel cherished and adored. Tempt her into my world with extravagant gestures and lavish experiences until she can't imagine any other life. Until she looks at me the way I already see her - as essential, a non-negotiable need.

A man could get spoiled by that dazed, yearning look in her eyes, as sweet and rich as the finest spun sugar. But there's an unexpected steel behind it too, an inner strength that tells me Ginetta won't be easily impressed by my wealth and power. If I want her, really want her, I'm going to have to earn it.

And I've never backed down from a challenge.

Shifting closer to her, I guide Ginetta's hand to the chopper's controls, relishing her sharp intake of breath as my fingers close over hers. I can feel the wild flutter of her pulse where our skin meets, sense the way her body tenses and then relaxes into my nearness. Every little reaction enflames my own desire, makes me throb with the need to touch more of her, discover each secret place that makes her shiver and sigh.

"Flying is one of the greatest highs there is," I tell her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. She smells incredible, like jasmine and warm woman. "There's nothing like soaring above it all, untouchable. Being completely in control."

She turns her head slightly to meet my gaze, something knowing in her eyes. "You like being in control, don't you Dante?"

My hand flexes around hers. "In all areas of my life," I confirm, holding her stare. Let her read between the lines, sense how much I want to command her pleasure, her body. Bend her to my will. "But there's a freedom that comes with giving up control too. A thrill like nothing else." I lean in close to add in a husky rasp, "The right person can make surrender feel like flying, Ginetta."

Her lips part, eyes going heavy-lidded as she takes my meaning. I'd give every dollar in my bank account to know what she's imagining right now. My hands on her skin, mapping her curves? My head between her silky thighs, drinking my fill? Her wrists bound to my headboard as I make her shatter again and again, until she's hoarse from screaming my name?

Christ, I'm hard enough to pound nails, my cock straining against my zipper. I need to taste her, consume her. Mark her as mine inside and out.

"I want to show you what that feels like," I tell her, my stomach muscles clenching at her shaky exhale. "Want to take you higher than this chopper ever could. All you have to do is trust me."

Something shifts behind her eyes, longing warring with hesitation. "Is that your subtle way of telling me you expect me to just give up all control to you? Because I'm not sure I'm the free-falling type, Dante."

I smile at the hint of challenge in her husky voice. My brave girl. "There's nothing subtle about what I want from you, Ginetta. And I never ask for anything - I take what's mine." I trail a finger along her jaw, feeling her tremble under my touch. "Do you really think you'll be able to hold on to all your control once I get my mouth on you, tesoro? Once I'm buried so deep inside you that you don't know where you end and I begin?"

She flushes a delicious pink but maintains my gaze, her eyes sparking. "Awfully cocky, aren't we?"

"No, just confident. I know what I bring to the table." I flash her a toothy grin. "And the bedroom."

Ginetta rolls her eyes but I catch the way her thighs press together, the quick dart of her tongue over her lower lip. My fearless girl might be putting up a cool front, but she wants me. Maybe as badly as I want her.

We fall into conversation as the chopper soars over Central Park, the pilot thankfully focusing on the sky and not our charged interaction. Ginetta asks me about my family's business, my ambitions for the future. I choose my words carefully, giving her the broad strokes - real estate, mostly. Urban development. Businesses that generate passive income. I don't mention the less-than-legal aspects of the Russo empire...not yet. I need Ginetta to see me as a man first, the boss second.

But I do tell her how I'm trying to legitimize the shadier branches of the family tree, funnel our assets into respectable ventures. Build a legacy I can be proud of. Something softens in Ginetta's face as I reveal my hopes, like she's seeing a new side of me. Fuck, I want her to see every side.

By the time the chopper touches down on the windswept roof of my penthouse building, the sexual tension between us is a living, breathing thing. We've been trading heated looks and teasing touches the entire ride back, the slide of skin on skin ratcheting up my desire to fever pitch.

I help Ginetta out of her seat and press her back against the cool metal of the bird. Her eyes widen at my boldness but she doesn't protest as I align our bodies, her generous tits heaving against my chest. No more talking. No more waiting.

Slowly, giving her time to pull away if she chooses, I lower my head until my lips are a mere centimeter from hers. Her warm breath whispers over my mouth, ragged and damp. "I'm going to kiss you now, Ginetta," I tell her, my blood thundering in my ears. "And this time, I'm not going to stop until I've tasted my fill."

Then I'm claiming her mouth in a deep, wet kiss, my tongue slicking over hers. Ginetta moans into it, her hands fisting my lapels as she gives as good as she gets. The lush curves of her body brushing against my harder angles has me groaning, my hands spanning her small waist to pull her impossibly closer.

I kiss her like a conquering warlord, all tongue and teeth and raw possession, grasping hands splayed over her rounded ass and delectable tits. She arches into me with a whimper, her nipples two hard points against my chest as I grind my aching dick into the cradle of her hips.

"Feel that?" I growl against her swollen lips as I flex my cock into her belly. "That's what you do to me, sweetheart. How fucking crazy you make me." I drag my mouth down her jaw to her neck in a string of hot, open-mouthed kisses, my teeth scraping her silky skin. "All I can think about is burying myself in your tight little pussy, feeling you squeeze me as I fuck you senseless."

"Oh, God," Ginetta pants, her head falling back to grant me better access to the slender column of her throat. I can feel her pulse thundering beneath my lips, hummingbird-fast. "Dante, I..."

She shudders as I suckle the spot where neck meets shoulder, my tongue flickering out to taste her honeyed skin. Her flavor explodes on my tastebuds, an intoxicating nectar I instantly crave more of. I want to map every inch of her with hands and mouth, uncover each secret place that makes her wild. Addicted after one sampling...Christ, I'm in trouble.

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