Page 67 of Depraved
He tugs my waist and turns me around, taking the shoe from my hand.
“I can do whatever the fuck I’d like. Remember?”
I grin as he kneels down in front of me, my hands slip onto his wide shoulders. Dante’s hands slip under my dress, and I pull it up for him. He taps my calf for me to lift my foot. Dante’s fingers trace my leg before he brings the shiny heel to my foot, sliding it on and gently wrapping the strap around my ankle.
“I’m like Cinderella,” I tease softly.
Dante looks up at me slyly, his hand brushing up my leg, disappearing under my dress as it falls back down. My head tips back, a small exhale escaping as his nimble fingers start their dirty work.
“No, Billy. You’re much more interesting than that.”
My mouth parts as he rubs my clit, my breathing increasing with the naughty rhythm, but his fingers stop, disappearing from where I want them as he runs his hand down my other leg and looks up at me, motioning for the other shoe.
I narrow my eyes but reach over to the desk and grab it from the box to hand it to him.
Dante pats my foot before rising back to his feet and brushing off his knee. “Come on, Billy. We don’t want to be late…I hear these people can be very particular.”
I smile and nod my head, taking his hand as we walk out of my office, making our way out of Church, only stopping for Antonio to say something to Dante about an errand Nico is running tonight.
Dante leads me out of Church to our waiting car, and I smile as he opens my door.
“You are going all out tonight. You’re going to get laid—secret’s out, buddy.”
He laughs deeply, throwing the bottom of my dress at me and shutting the door before getting in on the other side. The car starts the minute he does and pulls out onto the street.
My heart is in my throat. I can’t remember the last time I felt this excited about anything. I feel free. I look over at him and rest my head on his shoulder as we drive, just basking in the moment.
The whole drive feels special. I feel special. And it’s because of him.
My mind is doing flips with the number of thoughts that are circulating. I’m not sure how much time has passed; between the number of questions I’ve hurled at Dante about what’s happening next, and the calls he keeps getting, it’s kept me preoccupied.
We drive through downtown Chicago and change lanes, beginning to slow, and I lean closer to my window on the passenger side. The marquee lights from the Chicago Opera House shine through the window, covering my reflection in orange and red, as I try and memorize this very moment.
“If this is all it takes to get that look on your face…I’ll rent the goddamn place out every damn day,” he croons from next to me.
My head swings to him, confused. “Rent it out?”
Dante winks and takes my hand in his, giving it a kiss. “A little for you, a little for me. You’ll see, Billy. Come on.”
My door is opened, and the driver helps me out as Dante steps out behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me toward the doors.
An older, distinguished-looking man is standing at the front with a gold key. He smiles at me. “You must be Miss London. The Opera House has never been more pleased to grant this request. You only get one chance to fulfill a lifelong wish, after all.”
I beam back, my eyes jumping to Dante’s, who’s standing with a knowing grin on his face.
The man puts the key in the door and unlocks it, and I stare at Dante confused, but the door is opened, and I’m ushered through, still unsure about what’s happening.
We walk through the massive, beautifully decorated, albeit empty space, and Dante just keeps that damn smirk on. My head swings around taking in all the details of the room as we walk. He leads me inside the dark theater, where all the seats are completely barren, and I look at him again.
“Dante, what’s going on?”
He holds up a hand. “Patience.”
Footsteps gather on the bright stage flanked by deep crimson curtains, pulling my attention. Person after person begins to file out, all dressed in jaw-dropping colorful costumes, with feathers, jewels, and makeup.
It’s magnificent and absurd.
“Dante,” I laugh, “what is happening?”
