No, no, no, no, no, no, NOOO. What am I doing??? Fucking hell, what am I doing? In that moment when he pressed me against the wall, I became weak. I couldn't resist his urge. I became weak. Weak from the longing for him. His lips touching mine. His tongue entering my mouth and enclosing mine. The taste of his cigarette. The scent of his suit, his expensive cologne. I got goosebumps. My heart beat faster. My body temperature rose. It got very hot. The way he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could work his way down from my neck. His chest that was revealed. This body that I wanted to be crushed by. His broad, toned body over me, his hands supporting on either side of my head. His breath was heavy too. How he looked down at my body with hungry eyes every time. 

My mind was racing as he suddenly leaned in by my ear. His warm breath against it "I want to feel you from the inside, моя принцесса."

 I squeezed my eyes shut as the lust inside me continued to rise. Yes, damn it, I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to crush me. Leave nothing of me behind. Every thrust made me inhale sharply. My arms around his neck for support. It hurt, but it felt so damn good too. 

My body trembled each time, and I whimpered, "Dante...". 

He grinned broadly, sweat dripping "Будь хорошей девочкой и возьми это."

 I winced at the memory at the dining table. Elena sitting in front of me looked at me confused and gave me a light kick under the table. I looked at her startled. She looked at me questioningly. I just smiled to reassure her that everything was fine. I needed to distract myself or I'd be driven mad. I stood up and went to Dante's mother to help her bring in the dishes. 

She cheerfully said, "But no, my child, sit back down." 

"It's okay, I'm happy to help."

 She handed me a tray, and I went back to the outer terrace. I set the tray on the table and placed the various plates on it. Kefir, cottage cheese, black bread, fried eggs, sausages, blini, and sour cream. I set the tray aside, and she brought out a large glass container of freshly squeezed orange juice and placed it on the table. 

She clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "Let's have breakfast." 

We sat down, and she poured orange juice for me and Elena. I took a sip and grabbed some blini, stuffing it into my mouth quickly because I was hungry. Suddenly, a voice came from afar. It was Dante. I got goosebumps, and I felt warm. He came through the terrace door. Today he wasn't wearing a suit but a blue polo shirt and dark beige linen trousers. He looked stunning.

I didn't realize I had stopped breathing. He came over and sat at the end of the table next to me. He took the plate of sausages and took a bite, glancing at me with a devilish grin. Oh, is that how it is? I was wearing high heels, and I slowly slid my shoe seductively up his leg, trying not to show it, and continued eating. He almost choked, dabbing his mouth and licking his lips. 

His mother asked concernedly, "Don't you like the food?" 

He chuckled lightly, "No, it's very delicious, I just want to eat a bit slower."

 He looked at me warningly from the side. But I kept going until my foot reached his crotch, and I pressed lightly against it. He almost coughed, clearing his throat. I took a sip of my orange juice, grinning. Suddenly, he grabbed my foot and looked at me sarcastically. He held it firmly in his hand, and suddenly his hand slipped under my dress. I gasped and choked, spilling the orange juice in my mouth on the table. 

Elena looked at me shocked and was about to stand up, "Sofia, are you okay?"

 Dante signaled with his hand, smiling, "Elena, sit back down."

 His hand touched my panties. 

He turned his head to me, "Are you okay, Sofia?" 

I managed to force a smile and said through clenched teeth, "Very much so—" suddenly he let his hand slide down further, and I grabbed the napkin to cover my mouth.

 I used my other hand to grab his and dug my nails into his skin.

 His other hand patted my back, "Good girl."

 His fingers touched my clit, and I whispered softly, "Stop it."

 He looked amused and whispered back, "You started it."

 He rubbed against it and I continued picking at his skin. Elena and his mother looked at each other and continued eating. I removed my hand from his hand and rested my head as he got faster. I squeezed my thighs together. The desire grew stronger. My body warmed up. I had to suppress my scream. It reached its peak, and my leg slammed against the table. 

They both looked at me with wide eyes, and he withdrew his fingers. I saw him put them in his mouth.

 I stood up abruptly, "I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom urgently." 

Elena looked at us skeptically. I went back inside and heard Dante laughing.

I rushed to the bathroom, feeling as if I were running. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing heavily, one hand over my heart to calm myself down. His touch drove me crazy. I went to the mirror and splashed cold water on my face. I opened the door and saw them taking the food back to the kitchen. I straightened my dress and also wanted to go to the kitchen. He grabbed my arm from behind and forced me to look at him. 

He whispered in my ear, "Next time you try to be cheeky, you'll get something else."

 I grinned broadly, "Oh yeah, what?"

 Elena came out, looked at us, and made gagging noises. I smiled at her.

 He let go of my arm, and I remembered something I wanted to ask him, "Dante, can I go back home now because I have some important things there." 

He looked at me skeptically, "No, you can't go back there."

 "Huh? Why?"

 He scoffed, "Firstly, they know where you live now, and I still don't know who's behind James managing to escape. And if there are important things at your place, I can have my men fetch them."

 My heart raced, no way can his men touch my things there were FBI documents !

 I looked at him pleadingly, "Please, it's important to me, Dante. There are things from my mother that are personal, I have to get them."

 He glanced around the living room and sighed impatiently, "Fine, but I'm coming with you and waiting in the car."

 I smiled at him excitedly. We then went outside together, and he opened his car, and we got in. 

"Anything new about James?" 

He shook his head, "No, but I promise you, I'll find him, dead or alive."