Second Chance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Kathryn Thomas

  “Who is Daniella?”

  “My housekeeper.”

  He said ‘housekeeper’ like it was the commonest thing in the world to have one. We had never had a housekeeper when I was growing up, but we hadn’t needed one. Dante sure made the most of his money, making sure he had all his bases covered. Maybe that was why he had never settled down with anyone, he didn’t need to because he had all the benefits of a wife without actually being married to one. His housekeeper kept his house running and went home every day, and the girls he fucked provided that service while also leaving every day. The dream…he was living it.

  “How long do you expect me to stay?” I asked him.

  “You don’t have anything else to do… you don’t have any other guys you have to go home to,” he said. So…a long time was what he was saying. He just wanted me to stay with him, indefinitely. I didn’t know how I felt about that. Of course, I wanted to say yes, but it was sort of a lot. The point at which I could still be awkward about us being together had passed. We were fucking. I couldn't even be coy about it anymore. It was no use.

  I couldn't pretend that we were still here, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, because we were not. We were going at it and going at it was probably what we would have been doing if this whole fiasco hadn't occurred. I wasn't mad about it as much as I was just a little insecure.

  This would last as long as he was in a position where he had to have me around all the time. I was the woman he was allowed to be with, so I was the woman that he was with.

  If he wasn't into me beyond the sex we could have together, he was good at making me think that he was. He... the last time we had been together…had said I was his. He had said it over and over again: “Mine, mine, mine.”

  I was nervous about what he meant when he said it. Did it even mean anything? Maybe he was just saying it to make me hot or whatever. Maybe he got off on hearing women say that they were all his. The way we related to each other every other time, it was just so hard to put a real label on what we were or to even try and pinpoint what it was that he must have been feeling, or what box he had me in in his life.

  I didn't have him in just one box. He was in several. I had heard enough times that men could compartmentalize things and not get as harassed about them as women got.

  This, now that I was feeling it, was what I had been trying to avoid when we had gotten together.

  I wanted to know what this was so I knew how to feel about it because labeling it according to my feelings was way too risky. My feelings had been pretty fine before this whole thing, but now that the man had essentially tried to take me out on a date and now was asking me to go hide away with him at his house, I was beginning to feel a little funny.

  I was beginning to feel that perhaps, I liked Dante a lot more than I wanted to and a lot more than he wanted me too, as well. So I had a little crush. That was fine. That was not that big a deal.

  Thousands of women had crushes on Dante Rock. I was just the girl who was lucky enough—at the moment at least—to be the one he was sleeping with.

  The one he was sleeping with.

  The one he was sleeping with.

  That was who I was. Nothing more. I was the one he was sleeping with. He had a reputation. He could sleep with anyone and he had slept with everyone. I was just another one.

  "It's still dark, how soon before we can leave?" I asked.

  It was the wee hours of the morning. After midnight and before five in the morning was no man's time. It was the time at which anything that was happening was bad. You could be sure of it.

  "The plane is mine; we can leave as soon as you want."

  "I want to go home," I said.

  "I'll start making the calls now. We can go to the hotel and get ready to leave and it will be ready when we get to the airport.”

  I ended up falling asleep in the car back to the hotel, an Uber that Dante called while he was on the phone. I was ready and packed quickly, and the hotel let us check out.

  I must have fallen asleep on the second taxi ride, the one to the airport because all I remembered was waking up. We didn't have to go through the usual airport protocol and were led right out onto the runway where the plane was. It was a little smaller than the one that his team used, but the inside was more luxurious.

  Inside, it looked like a really nice living room. There were seats along one side with a table between them and a couple rows of seats—the way they looked in regular planes—on the other side of the aisle. In the back was a door which was closed.

  The captain and the single flight attendant were warm and accommodating.

  "You like it?" Dante asked me.

  I loved it. If I wasn't careful, I would get used to traveling like that. Coach would never be enough again.

  "I've seen better," I joked. I sat down in one of the plush seats gratefully. I picked at a couple of the grapes that were in the bowl of fruit that was between the two chairs. "And bigger."

  "You haven't seen the best part."

  He noted my posture and probably the bags under my eyes. I must have looked exhausted. I had washed all my makeup off after we had gotten back to the hotel.

  "Tired?"

  "Mm-hmm."

  "Too bad, I thought we could have some fun," he said.

  "Doing what? We're on a plane."

  He smirked and stood, holding his hand out for me to take. He led me to the closed door and opened it. The plane had an entire bedroom with a bed in the back. He closed the door behind us. The room looked just like a regular bedroom if a little oddly shaped because of the shape of the aircraft. I felt his hands on my waist and his lips on the back of my neck. He swept all my hair out of the way and kissed me there. I sighed and let him.

  It felt great. It was intimate and gentle. He trailed kisses up my neck, close to my hairline, biting along the outside of my ear. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. He deepened it immediately, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

  That was what he had meant by “fun.” Part of me probably knew but was really tired and hoped he would just let me sleep. That part, the tired part, felt wide-awake suddenly. Suddenly sleep seemed boring. Why would I go to sleep when this was on the table?

  I felt myself start to get wet. I knew he didn’t bring me back here to sleep even though he must have been tired after the night he had had. I knew I was tired, but there were slightly more important things going on at the moment.

  “I thought you'd be tired and want to go to sleep,” I said to him. He smiled down at me.

  “You’ve seen me play, Quinn. You know it takes a lot to wear me out. I’ve been waiting so long to get you alone like this again.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. I already know you have an exhibitionist streak. All the times we’ve had sex, it's been in places where anyone could catch us if they really wanted to. I’ve been waiting to get you in a room alone.”

  “What difference would that make?”

  “Here…I can finally see you naked.”

  He walked past me and sat on the bed. He leaned back, bracing himself on one arm and using his other hand to undo his pants and fish his cock out of his underwear. I stared. The sight of his member took me out every time. I’d had it inside of me, inside of my mouth too, but the size of it was still impressive. I felt myself becoming wet, thinking about what was about to happen.

  Dante was right. This was going to be the first time that he and I were going to be truly alone together.

  “Strip,” he said. “Take it all off.”

  I looked into his eyes. They were clouding over with lust. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and started undoing the buttons one by one. I pulled the two sides of the top open and slipped it off. Dante was watching me, silent and intent. I reached behind myself and undid the button and zipper of the skirt I was wearing, letting it simply fall to the ground in a pool around my feet. I was in my underwear now. I only ever wore white under my clothes, unless it would be vis
ible through the fabric of my shirts, in which case I wore nude like I was today.

  It wasn’t anything extra special. Nothing lacy and erotic from Agent Provocateur. It was just a matching bra and thong set.

  “Keep going,” he said. “I didn’t ask you to stop.” He was jerking his dick, and it was getting stiffer and stiffer. I smiled and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my body and join the rest of my clothes on the ground. A lot of guys in the past had been fans of the tits. I realized then that I didn’t know whether Dante was. We had never been fully naked when we’d had sex. They were natural full-C cups, which I always put in push up bras because I wasn’t sure they were proportional to my height.

  I was in my heels and panties now. Dante’s dick was at attention. There was no getting harder than it was right then. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties.

  “Stop,” he instructed. I looked at him, wondering whether I had done something wrong. “Come here.”

  I walked over to him like I was hypnotized. I didn’t even question what he wanted me to do. I stopped right in front of him, between his spread legs.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  Turn around? Turn around and do what? I turned slowly so I was facing away from him. I moved my hair over my shoulder to the front so I could look back at him.

  “Bend over. Pull your panties off,” he said. I was thankful I wasn’t looking right at him because I was sure I wouldn’t be able to take it. I bent slowly at the hips and slid my thong down my thighs. I felt open and exposed. I had been with other guys before, but this experience was one of the most erotic things I had ever gone through.

  I knew—bent over like that—that he could see just how wet he had made me. I held my breath, feeling the shock of his hand coming to rest on my hip. He ran his hand over my ass, squeezing. My breath caught, feeling him run his thumb over my tight rosebud.

  “Spread your legs,” he said. I felt him kiss and bite the skin on my thighs and ass until he finally ran his tongue over my soaking wet lower lips. I sighed. It felt incredible. I felt impossibly open to him. My head was down and my legs were open. I had nothing to hide behind. He held my hips and ate me out from behind.

  The embarrassment I had initially felt being so exposed immediately evaporated.

  His tongue ran over my lips and between them, lapping up the juice spilling from me. I felt deep carnal desire inside me radiating from between my legs. The tip of his tongue lapped over my entrance before he slid it inside, tongue fucking me. I pushed my hips back, wanting more. I felt his hand reach for my clit, gently rubbing, as his tongue went to work penetrating me. My eyes were shut. The sensation from his tongue and hand warmed my whole body. His tongue left my channel and moved up, licking over my bud. He was groaning, and the sounds his mouth made as he ate me made me blush. I wanted him to stop so he would fuck me. I wanted him to let me ride him until he shot his cum inside of me.

  “Dante, I want you,” I said.

  “Hm?” his mouth was still occupied.

  “I want you to fuck me, Dante. I want to feel you come inside of me.”

  He released my hips so I could straighten up. My legs felt unsteady. I turned around to look at him. He smirked at me and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. I walked back over to him and stood with my legs apart. He took my hips and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his dick against my stomach. I reached between us and held it in my hand, pushing its thick head into me.

  I held his shoulders to keep me steady. I closed my eyes, feeling him fill me up, almost too much. His hand brushed my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He kissed me sweetly. The contrast between the sweetness of his kiss and what we had just done and were about to do was dizzying. I ground into him.

  His lips attacked my neck and chest as I rode his dick. He leaned back on one arm, wrapping the other around my back and using it to feel me up. His hand moved up between my shoulders and to the back of my head and down to my ass. His dick stretched me out erotically as he penetrated me.

  “Slow down, baby,” he whispered to me. I didn’t want to. I wanted to come. I wanted him to make me come. He suddenly leaned all the way back down onto the bed and held me by the hips, making me stay still. He pulled me down so my tits pressed against his chest. He kissed me, deeply licking the inside of my mouth. My lips felt swollen and tender from his rough kisses. I tried to grind against him to feel the friction of his dick, but he wouldn’t let me.

  Holding me still, he thrust up into me lazily. It was slow and sensual. I relished the feeling of him rubbing against the most sensitive parts of me, but I felt needy and frustrated. He was making me wait.

  “Faster,” I begged him. He kissed me and held my face so I would look at him.

  “Relax, baby,” he said. “You’re mine; we can do this whenever you want.”

  "I want to feel you come inside of me Dante, please," I begged. He continued his slow, delicious torture. My body was hot and cold at the same time. I wanted to be ravaged, but he was going to take it slow and drive me crazy. The frustration felt as good as the sensation. I felt his hand reach between my ass cheeks and tease my hole. If I didn't come soon, I was going to scream. I was going to cry. I was going to explode.

  "Dante, I need you," I said. I sounded desperate and wanton. I was. I was begging a man to fuck me the way I knew he knew how.

  He suddenly gripped my hips and started hammering his cock up into me. Holding me by the arms so they were behind me and my tits hung near enough his face for him to suck my nipples. He used his teeth, biting as he slammed into me from below. I screamed from the pleasure and pain of his mouth and cock stimulating me at the same time.

  I came, collapsing in an exhausted heap on top of him. He blew his load with his last few thrusts, spurting deep inside of me.

  We fell asleep on the bed for the rest of the flight.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Dante

  We had left Houston in the morning and the flight had been nearly four hours long. Because of the time difference, it was just before noon when we finally got to the house. I had called and made the arrangements for us to get there. She had agreed to stay with me.

  I didn’t want her to know just how excited I was that she had decided to stay with me. I had a feeling we would have a very good time. There were tons of rooms in the house and I wanted to fuck her in each and every one.

  I had arranged for my staff to be there to meet us when we got to the house. The first person she met was actually Jaime who was the driver. At the house, Daniella was there, my housekeeper and Agnes, the cook. I wanted them to be there to say “hi” to her. They needed to know who she was and that she was my guest. Not in the way that the other girls were my guests, but like… I actually wanted and needed them to make her feel at home.

  Jaime had helped with the bags, immediately taking them upstairs.

  “I can’t believe you live here alone,” she said looking around.

  “I’m not always alone. Daniella’s here most days out of the week,” I said.

  “That isn’t what I meant,” she said. “It’s so much house; you’re just one man.”

  “I’m a lot of man, what can I say,” I told her. She was looking around at the walls. I had some art up there. I didn’t know who had painted it; it was just nice. Some of them were gifts. Some of them my mom or Gabbie chose and said they would look good, so I just put them up.

  “Don’t you get lonely?”

  “Nope,” I lied. It wasn’t that much of a lie. I mean, if she was asking whether sometimes I wished I had someone around, then yeah, sometimes I did. But I didn’t get lonely, like, sad that there wasn’t anyone around.

  “Hm, you have company over often. I forgot,” she said.

  “You bring that up. You don’t have to be jealous, babe. You are the only woman I’m seeing. You made sure of that.”

  “I’m not jealous,” she said. “I’m just saying.” />
  “Come on, let me show you around,” I told her.

  We passed a couple guest rooms. All the bedrooms but the master bedroom were guest rooms because I lived alone. Sometimes mom or Gabbie would use them when they came over. I didn’t bother showing her into any of them because I didn’t want her to stay in any of them. I wanted her in my bedroom. I had asked Jaime specifically to take her bags to my room.

  We walked into the master bedroom. It was big and sections of the floor were carpeted. The bed was a California King, of course. I had a television mounted onto the wall with Apple TV and a whole lot of other accessories that I barely used. I just wanted to watch HBO on a screen bigger than my laptop’s. There was a balcony overlooking the pool and the yard. The pool was there because it had come with the house. I cared less about the pool and more about the hot tub, but the pool was useful sometimes when your body hurt too much to do high-impact training. It was there for PT—just in case I got an injury later.