"I promise..."
"...No one will ever know."
It would be their secret, something they would share, alone. Although he understood Dara's meaning behind her words, he couldn't help but wonder, in a brief moment of clarity, whether that was possible and what would happen if it wasn't.
But it was only a moment, the thought was washed away as Dara's fingers ran down his well built chest, until they reached the buckle of his belt and began tugging at it. To aid her in disrobing, Sonny kicked off his shoes and when she triumphantly removed the belt, he quickly removed his socks as well. Sonny's hands returned to her shoulders and slowly pushed the straps of Dara's bra over her shoulders before running back towards her neck and then slowly down. Dara sucked in her breath as his hands passed over her covered breasts. She couldn't forget his soft caress, or what his touch did to her. Through the lacy material, Sonny's thumbs gently circled her nipples, his touch illiciting a sigh from Dara. Dara's hands moved to unfasten her bra but Sonny halted her movements.
"Let me," he said thickly and Dara nodded, unable to speak. Slowly, Sonny unclasped the bra and freed her breasts. His eyes never moved from them as he dropped the bra to the floor where his socks, belt and shoes were. The sight of her ample bosom made him more aroused than he already was. "God Dara, you are so beautiful,"he whispered as his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently before lowering his mouth to one. Dara's breathing suspended as he lavished attention on her breast, her insides were going insane as he stroked and touched her other breast with his other hand. He sucked and licked one until the other cried out for his attention, to which his warm mouth quickly responded. Dara was powerless to do anything else but murmur approvingly and pull him closer. His touch was dizzying and she arched her back towards him as her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel the growing bulge in his pants and a hot melting began deep inside of her.
"Oh Sonny," was all Dara could muster, her voice shuddering with pleasure.
Sonny easily picked up Dara and walked out of the kitchen, his arms secured around her waist as she clung tightly to him. His eyes caught sight of the plush quilt that sat on the couch he'd occupied the night before. Dara caught sight of it too and released her vice like grip on his waist and Sonny set her down. Together, they laid the quilt out on the floor, Sonny adding a few pillows for added comfort. Dara, her eyes never leaving his, layed down, resting her head against the pillows, completely naked, save for her panties. Sonny layed down next to her, on his side, but not before removing his black pants, leaving only his solid black boxers behind. Soon, his hands were everywhere, on her breasts, running up and down her thighs, tickling her stomach gently, remembering every inch of her. But his hands avoided the one area Dara craved most to be touched. She writhed wordlessly, begging for what she wanted, to no avail. His mouth and tongue once again went after her breasts, occasionally his body would shift and the swollen proof of his desire would butt against her leg. Once, twice, three times and a fourth before Dara couldn't stp her hands from travelling downwards, slowly, feeling the contour of his chest and abdomen. The movement did not go unnoticed as Sonny's attention to her slowed as she neared his hardness. Her eyes met his, and with a tiny smile, her hand disappeared underneath the waistband of his boxers.
As Dara's hand closed around the object of her desire, Sonny groaned, his eyes shutting tightly as she began to stroke the hardness of him. With the other hand, Dara pulled his boxer shorts down with relative ease and tossed them away. Sonny shifted his weight to lie on his back, his breathing laboured as his hands pulled Dara's head towards his protruding gland. But she wasn't so willing to give him immediate relief, choosing instead to tease his need. Her tongue danced slowly around the head of his shaft before running up and down it slowly on both sides. To Sonny, this was pure torture as he squirmed beneath her, his hands clutching onto the fabric of the quilt.
"Oh God Dara," he groaned as she licked and fondled his pulsating manhood. She continued her torment, growing more excited herself with his guttural moans and writhing. Finally she took him in her mouth, the move surprising him and he seized momentarily before calming slightly as her head bobbed up and down, her pattern alternating between fast and slow. Sonny tossed his head from side to side as she continued her deliberately thorough assault on him. The momentum built quickly and Sonny arched his back into her, a cry coming from him as he burst into her mouth and much to his surprise, Dara drank him completely. Dara licked the tip of his head before crawling up towards Sonny. His eyes opened and a look of admiration passed over his face. It had been a long time since any woman willingly did that. Not Lily, not Brenda. But Dara was different, Dara was different in every way. Possessively, he kissed her, his secretion still fresh on her lips and in her mouth, the taste stirring him beyond belief. His hand ran the length of her upper thigh to her breast, she was on fire, ready to be rewarded.
Sonny began at her breasts and slowly made his way down her toned and well defined body, alternating between licks and nibbles. Dara would occasionally shudder once he reached a certain area and dutifully, Sonny would devote more attention there before moving on. Dara continued to twist and writhe as he took his time reaching her most sacred area, her breathing now growing more raspy. Sonny slowed his approach and licked his lips as he observed her now saturated panties. He placed his hand against her stomach as he moved his body back up, so that he and Dara were now face to face, their eyes wide open. Dara stared long and hard at Sonny, she hadn't realized how much she'd craved him over the past week, she hadn't forgotten anything about him, and yet he still amazed her. She shivered slightly with nervous anticipation as Sonny's expression softened. Neither spoke as Sonny's fingers slid underneath the thin fabric and immediately, Dara's hands flew up and wrapped around his neck in anticipation. His fingers ran gently through her soft curls, his butterfly touches teasing her tender flesh as he caressed her slowly, patiently, his blood sizzling as he watched her body react to each movement, her eyes crying out for more with a gasp here and a gentle sigh there. He kissed her mouth, and then her taut nipples, enjoying her fingers dig into his shoulders, pleading for him.
Finally, his hand crept to where she most wanted it to be. Dara stiffened and arched her back, a whimper escaping her as his fingers continued to tease and probe inside her slowly. A scorching heat shot through her as she moved to push his fingers further, deeper, faster. His touch was the caress of an experienced lover, he teased and then rewarded, repeating the process, watching her struggle to hold on, until she couldn't. Her eyes shut tight and Dara shuddered violently as she climaxed, her entire body arched towards Sonny, her juices rushing to greet his fingers. Sonny giving Dara pleasure excited him as much as her and he nearly exploded a second time as she shook against him while slowly coming down. He waited for Dara's panting to calm and she slowly opened her eyes, the relief present in her gaze. Yet, Sonny knew he could do it again, taking her further and as she looked at him with baited breath, he slowly started the process all over again. Slowly at first he moved, his mouth finding her lips, before turning his tongue over to her warm skin. Sonny's fingers moved expertly inside her and Dara moved with his fingers as they did their maddening magic to her until she cried out for him, begging to be filled with him.
"Michael, please," she gasped out, ready to explode, fearing he wouldn't be inside her when she did.
It was all the encouragement he needed as he impatiently yanked her panties down and off her body and rolled on top of her. Dara's legs parted as he slid in between them. Neither of them could wait another moment as both were on the brink of losing control. Sonny entered her quickly, thrusting deep inside her and Dara cried out with approval, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. The two began to rock together in a rhythm all to their own, moving deeper and faster over and over again. Dara's hands sought out his and their fingers laced together tightly, their mouths meeting as they groaned and murmured with increasing pleasure. Their pace quickened as they brought each other to the edge of mindless wonderment before one last lunge sent them over, screaming each other's name, with an intensity neither had ever fathomed before.
Sonny rolled over onto his side, still joined to Dara as they came down slowly, both dizzy from the experience.
The lovers clung to each other, glistening with perspiration, their limbs tangled up. Sonny pulled Dara closer, feeling the heat of her warm him, her arm draped over his chest, his hugging her body to him, her forehead resting against the side of his jaw. Dara marveled in the afterglow, feeling his chest rise and fall with his now even, calm breaths. She had climaxed before, with other men, but no man had ever taken her to where Sonny had, twice now. It was amazing how different one man could be from another.
Especially when you had found the right man.
Dara's thoughts trembled slightly at the thought as she drifted off to sleep in Sonny's arms. Could it be?
Sonny?
The right man?
******
PCPD
"No luck with Dara?" Mac Scorpio asked as Taggert typed at his typewriter, finishing up another report. Taggert leaned back in his chair and shook his head.
"She must be out doing something, what did you want to discuss with us?" he asked as Mac motioned for them to head towards his office. Once Mac had shut the door, he took a seat behind his desk. "The dive team pulled a body out of the PC River. It was one of Moreno's men, a key player in his drug operations. He'd been missing for about a month."
Taggert sighed as he took a seat across from Mac, "let me guess. Double tap to the back of the head and Danté Vitali is our main suspect."
Mac nodded, his face grim, "in 6 months we've had 8 deaths in that family and we still haven't found 2 others. This feud between Moreno and Vitali is getting more and more intense, I don't want a war battled on the streets Taggert, we've been lucky that no uninvolved citizen has been hurt but that won't last. Now I've got wire taps on both men, but if nothing comes from it, then the D.A. only has circumstantial evidence to build a case on and he wants to go to trial sometime soon. Without anything concrete, we'll lose them again. The statute on our warrants end on Friday. We need to turn the heat up."
Taggert nodded, "it's useless to go through Moreno. He's incredibly patient and cool under pressure, he won't buckle by Friday. Our best best is Vitali, if we scare him enough, he'll get careless and we can nail him there."
"That's exactly what I want. He's young and impatient, how many times have we seen him explode in this precinct for minor offenses? Pushing the right button may give us what we need to nail Vitali."
Taggert smiled, feeling the gears of justice move in Mac's mind, "sounds like you already have a plan."
Mac nodded, a smile tugging from the corners of his lips, "I do, enough beating around the bush, we're going straight for the jugular."
********
Dominik Vitali left the elevator and began his quick brisk walk down the main lobby of Vitali Incorporated. He nodded politely to each passing employee, smiling warmly to his more longterm staff members as he passed the various offices and boardrooms until he approached his own office. Grace, his longtime secretary, greeted him with a weary look and a sigh as she handed him the various messages from while he was out. Dominik's pace slowed momentarily as he recognized her look.
Dominik unfastened the buttons to his black Armani suit as he glanced through the messages brieftly before speaking. "How long has he been waiting?" he murmured as Grace rounded her desk with some files.
"Nearly thirty minutes Mr. Vitali, he was quite upset and insisted I allow him to wait in your office," she reported as she removed her glasses. Dominik nodded quickly before taking the files from her. Grace bit her lower lip, a gesture Dominik knew all too well.
"Anything else Grace?" he asked, his voice quiet and soft this time, prodding her gently.
"Umm, he is with a young lady also, they seemed very...fond of each other,"Grace said awkwardly, trying to be discreet. Dominik nodded again and Grace continued quickly, "Comissioner Scorpio's office rang to make an appointment with you, I didn't make one, I wanted your approval first before doing so."
Dominik's face turned to Grace's, his dark eyes boring into her pale green ones. If Scorpio was sniffing around his office, no doubt Danté's life with their Uncle was once again heating up. His eyes flickered with annoyance before calming, and he smiled. "Thank you Grace, make that appointment with Commissioner Scorpio and then take those outgoing reports to Accounting. I don't need you back until three, so take an extended lunch and have any incoming phone calls handed over to Margaret in Marketing until you return."
Grace smiled warmly, "I will Mr. Vitali and thank you, I will return at three," she agreed before returning to her desk. Dominik opened the doors to his office and walked through, his eyes roving the majestic room, until they settled on the leather furniture near the bookcase. Danté Vitali was obviously occupied with an alluring redhead as she straddled him, topless, her head tilted back and giggling gently while Danté groped and sucked on her ample breasts. With a loud clatter, Dominik slammed the door shut, the noise causing Danté and the woman to jump from their seats.
Danté turned to yell at the disturbing party until he realized it was his own brother. His mouth clamped shut, but his gaze hardened slightly. "Oh, it's you," he said, his tone tight and angry. He turned to the woman, who clutched onto him, unfazed by the intruder, her hands beginning to slowly roam his chest. He grabbed her hands to stop her and she immediately pouted.
"Baby..." she crooned gently before Danté pushed her hands down.
"We gotta cut it short babe, get dressed and go wait in the car for me," he instructed her.
"Don't be shy honey, I don't mind if he watches," she purred and Danté ran an exasperated hand through his hair.
"Shit Tori, just get dressed and go wait in the car!" he barked in annoyance.
The tone shocked neither Dominik nor Tori, both were well used to Danté wild mood swings. Tori frowned and picked up her dropped clothes and sauntered towards the door before she stopped in front of Dominik.
"Can you help me put my coat on?" she asked innocently, as she held out the black leather jacket to Dominik. Dominik eyed the young beauty, her plentiful chest just inches from him, a wicked smile across her lips. He took the coat and put it around her shoulders, waiting for her to slip her slim arms into the sleeves until he zipped up the front, his eyes never leaving hers. He couldn't deny that she aroused him immensely, but he wouldn't say or indicate that to anyone, he'd let her come to him.
Tori opened the door and turned to Danté, "I'll be in the car," she said seductively before she left.
Dominik turned his gaze back to his brother, "what's the problem now Danté?"
Danté stared angrily at his brother, "everything's fucked up, that's what the problem is! I got the cops on my tail, Corinthos is stonewalling me and Anthony is trying to pull the rug out from underneath me."
"What does Corinthos have to do with your power struggle? He's out, as deep as he was can get, but he's out. Why are you after him?"
Danté's mood calmed somewhat at Dominik's challenge. "My guys are happy, production is high and my bid is being considered by the other families. They're concerned with my youth and inexperience but if I got Corinthos to back me up, they'd let me take this territory over in a second," he explained and Dominik furrowed his brow.
"Corinthos won't help you, he humored you in the past and dealt with you out of loyalty to our Father. He won't help you, little brother."
"Not yet, but all I have to do is wait and see. Corinthos is weak, if I go after something he holds close to him, he will bend to my will. Wait and see Domi, something will give in him, I promise you that."
*******
Sonny listened intently as Dara's breath tickled him gently as she dozed. Soft and deep. He shifted slightly his position and pulled her closer, his right arm secured around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. His other hand reached out for hers as it rested just below his left shoulder. He examined each slender finger carefully, feeling the softness of her skin against his. He gently laced his fingers in hers and kissed her forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt truly content. It was peaceful and secure, two places he never stayed at for very long in the past. Dara stirred, but didn't wake, instead snuggled closer to Sonny and after a few more moments, he too drited off to sleep. He liked it here.
He wanted to stay.