Page 47 of Impure Love

"Also," I continue, a smirk playing on my lips, "make sure the staff knows to keep their distance. I don’t want any interruptions."

Marco's eyebrows raise slightly, but he nods. "Consider it done."

With that settled, I turn my attention back to Aliyah, who is still standing in front of me, eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"We're going out tomorrow," I state, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes widen further, a mix of surprise and confusion. "Out? Where?"

"You'll see," I reply, enjoying the suspense. "Wear something nice. I expect you to look stunning."

She bites her lip, clearly torn between compliance and rebellion. "And if I refuse?"

I lean forward, my gaze locking onto hers. "Refusal isn’t an option, sweetheart. You'll do as I fucking say."

She swallows hard, nodding slowly. "Fine."

"Good girl," I murmur, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Now, go get some rest. You'll need it."

She hesitates for a moment, then turns and leaves the room. I watch her go, a sense of satisfaction settling over me. Tomorrow will be interesting.

The next evening, Marco confirms everything is ready. The private room at Il Sogno, the best wine, and the flowers. I dress in a tailored suit, the dark fabric accentuating my imposing frame. Aliyah steps out of the adjoining room, wearing a sleek, elegant dress that clings to her curves. She looks breathtaking.

I pull Aliyah to me, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss. She melts into me, a shiver running through her, igniting the fire between us. I growl, the sound vibrating against her mouth. The way she reacts to me, the way she surrenders, hardens me instantly. I pull away, fighting to compose myself, the sexual tension between us almost unbearable.

"Let's go," I say, clearing my throat. She nods, eyes wide with the same mix of fear and desire that always gets to me.

We walk out to the waiting car, my hand firmly on her lower back. The ride to the restaurant is silent, but the air is charged. She glances at me occasionally, curiosity and something else flickering in her eyes.

When we arrive at Il Sogno, I lead her inside, enjoying the way heads turn to watch us. I love showing her off, making it clear she’s mine. The private booth is set up exactly as I ordered, flowers arranged beautifully on the table. Aliyah's eyes widen, and she looks around in awe.

"It's beautiful, Dante," she whispers incredulously.

I take her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Only the best for you."

She blushes, and I guide her to her chair, pulling it out for her. The waitstaff, impeccably trained, watch us with a mixture of respect and curiosity. They know better than to interrupt.

As we sit, I notice Aliyah's gaze lingering on the flowers. "You like them?" I ask, a hint of a smirk on my lips.

She nods, still looking amazed. "I’ve never seen anything like this."

"Get used to it," I say, leaning back in my chair. "You deserve it."

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, there's a connection, something deeper than the power dynamic between us. It’s fleeting, but it’s there.

The waiter arrives with the wine, pouring us each a glass. I watch Aliyah as she takes a sip, her eyes closing briefly as she savors the taste.

"Good?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," she replies, voice soft. "Very good."

I take a sip of my own, keeping my eyes on her. She’s still visibly affected by the setting, the luxury of it all. It’s a stark contrast to her usual surroundings, and I can see the impact it has on her.

We start with small talk, the tension between us simmering just below the surface. She asks about the restaurant, and I tell her its history, how my father had a hand in acquiring it.

"I had no idea," she says, genuinely intrigued. "It’s fascinating."

I nod, pleased with her interest. "There's a lot you don’t know about me, Aliyah. But you will."

---