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I don't ask any more questions about Dante's gang ties. His black eye fades and his knuckles heal up. He invites me to stay over on Friday night, my parents let me because they know we're making dinner with Killian and Dani. I think they feel safer knowing that there is another couple in the house.

"So? Has he asked you yet?" Dani asks me when we're alone in the living room.

The guys are in the kitchen preparing some chicken dish for us. We've set the table and we're just waiting for them to finish.

"No and he's not going to," I tell her. "You know better than I do that Dante Romano is not the type of guy that asks a girl to be his girlfriend."

She shrugs. "He's different with you. Besides, he told Manuel that you are his girl."

"Yeah, but that was only because he was trying to get Manuel to back off."

"I'm not so sure."

"What are you two talking about?" Killian asks from the doorway, looking suspiciously at us.

Dani quickly smiles and stands up. "Nothing, baby. Dinner ready?"

He looks her up and down and nods. He grabs her hand and pulls her for a kiss. "Yeah, come on."

It's really nice eating together. Killian holds Dani's hand whilst he eats again. I can't ever imagine Dante doing that with me. I'm not sure I would want him to, either. I like food and I like having both hands to eat with.

Dani and I offer to do the dishes but the lads insist on helping out. I never would have thought two guys would care so much about keeping their house nice and clean.

There's a knock on the door and three guys come in. I recognise the gang tattoo on their necks when they walk past me. They sit down in the living room and Killian sits with them. He pulls Dani onto his lap and puts his arm around her waist.

I smile politely at the trio. They're older than us, for sure. Perhaps in their twenties? They're all covered in tattoos and have mean-looking faces. They stink of weed, too. The smell is confirmed when they pull out the gear from their pockets and start rolling for everyone.

"You want to do some?" Dante asks me.

I shake my head. "Dad will smell it on me tomorrow, he has a nose like a blood hound."

Dante nods and takes my hand. "No problem." He turns to the group. "We'll be upstairs."

"Don't fuck too loudly, I don't wanna hear your bird screaming!" One of the guys shouts as Dante leads me upstairs, I grimace at his crude words.

What a fucking delight he is.

"Ignore him, he's a fucking asshole. Mamba only keeps him on cause he knows fucking everyone," Dante tells me.

"Mamba?" I ask.

Dante winces as he realises that he said the name, like he regrets saying too much or something.

"My boss," he answers, looking uncomfortable.

We go into his room and I sit down on his bed. I know he doesn't want to talk about it, but I want to ask one question.

"How long have you worked for him?"

Dante stands in front of me and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "Since I was nine."

I remain quiet knowing that he doesn't want to hear my opinion or pity. He turns and takes off his shirt, giving me full view of his gang tattoo on the back of his neck. He has a couple more on his back, some of them are in Spanish.

How are our worlds so similar and yet so different?

When he gets into bed next to me, I eagerly reach out for him. We cuddle for a few minutes before Dante decides to take things further. His lips find mine and he rolls me onto my back. I'm more than happy for him to be on top of me, his big, muscular body pinning me down. I wrap my legs around his waist and bring my core up the erection in his boxers.

He grinds against me and our tongues touch. I angle my head to the side slightly so that we can kiss more deeply. Dante's hand moves lower down my body, skimming over my ribs to my stomach and then to the waistband of my shorts where he waits for confirmation. I push his hand under them, desperate for him to touch me.

My clit is throbbing before he even gets to it. My pussy is clenching around nothing, it feels empty and it wants to be filled. But I don't want to sleep with him yet. Not once have I asked Dante what is going on between us. With how expressionless and broody he is, it's hard to know what he wants from me.

He parts my pussy lips with his fingers and grunts against my lips when he feels how wet I am.

"Fuck," he mutters and then kisses me again, nudging my tongue with renewed vigour.

He dips one finger into my pussy and my aching walls get instant relief at being stretched out. Constantly clenching around nothing has giving me blue walls and his thick digit is curing it completely. He adds another and I can't resist moaning against his mouth.

He strokes the inside of my pussy, finding spots that I can't even dream of reaching myself. He pushes his fingers in and out, creating a steady rhythm that soon has me lifting my hips in time with him. He isn't aggressive in his actions, but he isn't gentle, either. It's just the right amount of friction and pressure.

When I come, my cries are muffled by our kiss and my hands shake on his shoulders. I break the kiss to pant and Dante kisses down my neck instead. He sucks hard just below my jawline, no doubt giving me a hickey, I don't care.

"Good girl," he whispers in my ear when I come down from my high.

My eyes shoot up and meet his gunmetal grey ones. Any other guy and I might have cringed. Dante Romano? Sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard.

I must cream on his fingers and give the game away, because he grins at me like he just struck gold. He knows how much I loved that praise and I guarantee he uses it in the future. I'm not going to complain if he does.

I don't like that he has made me feel good and he's still constrained in his boxers. I grab his hard-on and squeeze it over the material. Dante lets out a hiss between his teeth and pushes his cock harder into my hand.

"Take these off?" I whisper and tug on the boxers.

He slides them off and lies down next to me. Even in the dim lighting, I can see the excitement on his face. It's the one most guys have when they're lying naked next to a woman. He's so ready for whatever I'm about to do to him. It's kinda adorable how excited he looks.

The one time he freely shows an expression and it's when his dick is in my hand.

I lean down and inspect his dick. I know how good Dante smells and he seems to shower daily, but you've always gotta check the D before you go wrapping your lips round it. Finding it beautifully clean and smelling good, I happily kiss the tip. When I pull back, a string of pre-cum is stretched between the tip and my top lip. I lick it off and then lick the head of his cock. Dante inhales sharply, making me lean forwards and take him into my mouth.

I want to hear all of the noises he makes. I suck him deep into my mouth, relax my throat and then take him deeper. My eyes sting and my throat stretches but I take his full length. My gag reflex kicks in but I push it down and ignore it. I've got more important matters at hand -or rather, at mouth- right now.

Dante's hand finds its way to my hair. He cradles the back of my head as I bob up and down on his cock. He pushes down ever so slightly, but not in the annoying way that some guys do. I know he is just lost in his own pleasure, desperate for me to make him come. It's my goal, too.

He gives me fair warning before he shoots his load. The signs are pretty obvious, his stomach tenses, his thighs shake and his balls tuck up tighter to his body. His cock pulses in my mouth, releasing jet after jet of hot come that I swallow with each spurt. I wipe my mouth when he's done and lie down next to him.

"Fuck," he mumbles and then cuddles into my side. "That was fucking insane."

I snuggle up against him and kiss the tip of his nose, making him smile.

"Glad you enjoyed it," I reply dryly.

"I'm dead now, though. Wanna sleep?"

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"Three whole weeks and you haven't jumped on that D? I admire your strength, girl," Raquel comments as we sit on the field.

I give her a disapproving look and gesture to the group of students walking past.

"Say it any louder, will you?" I snap. "Besides, things have gotten in the way."

"Like what?" Millie asks.

"Well, Killian and Dani wanted to watch movies all night, then another weekend Killian invited their dodgy gang friends round and they were so loud all night. Last weekend my parents wouldn't let me stay over cause we were going round to my grandparents the following morning," I explain. "He's staying at mine this weekend but I don't know if we'll be able to do anything because my siblings might burst in, I don't have a lock on my door."

Steph pulls a face. "Yeah, that could be awkward. Not to mention, serious. You could damage those kids for life."

"I know."

"Has he asked you to be official yet?" Millie asks.

I shrug. "Do people still do that?"

The girls share a look. "Uh, yeah!"

"Well, I'm not sure that Dante does. You know what he's like, he's hardly conventional." I catch sight of the gorgeous guy who has been the star of my dirty dreams and the bringer of orgasms for the last few weeks, walking across the field towards us. "Shut up about it now, he's coming over."

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