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Dante gave Felicia a warning glare and swiped up on the screen, pressing it to his ear. "Natasha?"
"I've got the files—"
"Darling!" Felicia pounced at him. She pressed her lips to the side of his neck and let out a sexy moan right into the receiver. "Yes, right there! Fuck me harder! Shove that massive cock deep, ahh~! Yes! Just like that! Keep filling me up!"
Dante's eye twitched. Felicia's mischievous trick could be seen as either a chaotic attempt to distract her mind or a way to ruin his chance with another woman. Either way, this was only a minor inconvenience. He had no relationship whatsoever with Natasha.
Still, he couldn't let it go, or she would escalate it next time. Since she was playing with fire, she needed to be burned once as a reminder.
"Natasha, call me back in five minutes."
He ended the call and calmly placed his phone on the nightstand. Putting on a serious expression, he seized her shoulders and pushed her just enough to see that triumphant, smug smirk, like she had scored a big win.
"Darling, who was that girl?" she purred and batted her eyelashes, playing innocent. "She sounded… tense."
He didn't answer with words but action. His hand held her jaw and forced her face up. All her playful bravado evaporated. Her eyes went wide—the cat just realized the mouse in her sight was actually a wolf.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered meekly. "Dante, I won't… I won't do it again."
He closed the distance and kissed her lips briefly. The first was brief, giving her a false promise of mercy. The next one, however, wasn't. He forced her mouth open, his tongue sweeping past her lips to claim hers. This was pure domination, demanding pure submission in return.
Just when he thought she would close her eyes to surrender, she began sucking on his tongue. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with a desperate hunger. Finally, she was surrendering, letting herself melt in the moment.
Putting his left arm around her shoulders, he held her close, letting his right hand trail down. His fingers slipped over the hem of her hoodie and found the single button of her sleep shorts, which he flicked open with ease.
He waited a moment to let her understand his intentions. Even though it was her punishment, she had all the power to reject it. Her movement technique could also let her escape anytime. However, her tongue continued mingling with his and her half-lidded eyes showed a wet, pleading look, almost begging him to continue.
"Weren't you going to do something, Darling?" she whispered, breaking the kiss. "Why'd you stop?"
She had realized his intention to comfort her through intimacy and gave her approval.
He slipped his hand past the waistband of her panties. Her skin was almost feverishly hot. His fingers found her entrance, already slick and puffed up from their kiss. He gently rubbed his thumb over her core.
"Mhmm." A soft moan escaped her. "Make me forget everything. Just for today…"
He nodded and sealed her mouth shut with a kiss as he slid two fingers inside her. She was drenched. Her walls clenched around his fingers with a lustful hunger. He pumped his fingers slowly and deeply, the wet, hot sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"You like this?" he whispered in her ears. "You like getting punished for being a little menace?"
"Nghhh—! God, yes!" Her whole body jerked as he pressed deep, curling his fingers to her sweet spot. "Yes! Punish me! Punish your kittie! I was so… ah!... so naughty!"
The sight of the always seductive and sly Felicia reduced to a writhing, begging lover under his touch was a surprise. A welcome one, of course, even though he knew she was acting.
This also put his own arousal on a strain. He really wanted to push her down and pound her into the mattress until she forgot her own name. But not today, she had made a promise about no sex before her father returned home. This frantic, lewd little game was her twisted way of coping with the cold guilt of a bad decision with warmth and physical connection.
She would definitely blame him if he took her first time in this mental state.
"Dante! Oh, damn—! Right there! It feels… it feels crazy…!"
He could feel her walls beginning to flutter around his fingers, a sign of her impending climax. That compelled him to put in more effort. He kissed her, licked her neck, and bit her shoulder over the hoodie while pumping two fingers inside her in a steady rhythm. Of course, he didn't forget to mess up her sensitive spots.
"Yes, yes, YES! Right there, oh my DARLING—!"
Her first climax hit her like a tremor. Her toes curled violently. He didn't give her a second to breathe and pushed her higher.
"Darling!" She moaned a pitch higher. "Wait. I'm gonna go crazy!"
"No one is asking you to be sane," he replied in a soft voice. "Go insane."
"Ahhhhh!"
Two minutes of relentless torment later, the series of smaller climaxes culminated in her biggest one. Her back arched off the bed.
"DARLING!"
She buried her face in his neck and bit down hard on his shoulder. Her teeth easily tore into his enhanced skin. With a scream muffled by his flesh, she came again, squirting her juices on his hand and sheets beneath her. He pushed his fingers deep into her entrance, curling it upwards to press against that sensitive spot inside to make her climax even more dangerous.
After the rush of pleasure, she collapsed back onto the bed and breathed roughly, a flushed, dazed expression on her face. "Darling…"
He slowly pulled his fingers free and licked them with a satisfied smirk. The fingering part had become so much easier and natural with the progression of his stats. Better muscle control from Shang-Chi also helped a lot.
"Next time you decide to act naughty," he whispered, caressing her face. "Remember you're the one who has to deal with the consequences."
Felicia could only manage a weak smile, still trembling with aftershocks. "Mmm… if every consequence feels that good, I might be naughty everyday."
"Then next time, I'll stop. Right. Before. The. Climax."
"How cruel…" She took his hand, brought a finger to her mouth, and licked it, trying to change his mind with her coy act. "Well, I didn't know I tasted bitter, like a regret."
"Could be the taste of my fingers. Why don't I check the source?"
"I'm not in the right headspace." She shook her head at the offer then turned to face him. "Don't you have a call with your mysterious woman?"
"Rest up."
He asked Null for Elixir's link. Biokinesis would calm his built arousal.
A sudden gasp from Felicia left him puzzled.
'Oh.'
She had accidentally bumped her knee against his crotch.
"Darling, you're still rock hard."
"It's fine."
"This doesn't look fine." She reached down and caressed the bulge through his jeans. "My fault. Let me fix it."
"You don't have to. I can manage."
As she had said, escalating it further when she was feeling awful about herself wouldn't be the right step for their relationship.
She curled her fingers and scratched his balls, teasing the head with her thumb. "How about I use my mouth? I've heard men love their blowjobs."
"Only an idiot would say no to that." He shifted back to lean against the headboard to make himself comfortable. "Just don't force it."
"How can I not reward my good boyfriend?" She climbed over, straddled his thighs, and pecked his lips. Slowly, she crawled backward and made quick work of his button and zipper. "Stay still. Let me play with your joystick."
He could only nod, waiting in anticipation.
She tugged his jeans and boxers down. His member sprang free and stood before her face, giving a little twitch as if asking for attention.
"Wow…" Felicia murmured with wide eyes and curiously traced a prominent vein. "Darling is packing a beast."
Before he could say anything, the phone rang on the nightstand. Natasha called back at the worst time.
"Darling, should I stop?"
He reached down to caress her platinum blond hair. "Keep going."
Felicia hummed an agreement and licked her lips. As she prepared herself, he answered the call.
"Natasha. Hey. Sorry about that."
He could hear her scoff on the other side. "Satellite had you in Massachusetts thirty minutes ago. How are you back at Silver Sable International?"
SHIELD actively monitored his location and everyone close to him, as they should. He had one of their agents hostage. They might've seen him leaving the academy building through the satellite or in-person observation. What surprised him was how easily she had recognized Felicia's voice through the phone.
"I used magic to teleport here."
"Completely believable."
He was completely honest with Natasha, but she dismissed it as a joke.
"I got the files. Some of this is…" She paused as though looking for the right word to describe her discovery. "questionable."
"That was fast," Dante whispered, impressed. Black Widow wasn't one of the best for nothing. "Is Sarah alive?"
"No," Natasha said. "She's dead."
"That's fuuuck-ing tragic."
The stutter wasn't for Sarah. She had too many flags to be alive. Laura's pain was the biggest one. She wouldn't have that reaction if she hadn't killed Sarah with her own hands during one of her berserk moments. Most likely artificially triggered by someone else.
He had stuttered because Felicia had taken him deep into her wet, hot mouth, stretching her lips around his girth. She pulled back and began stroking his veiny member while kissing the head.
"You'll find the rest in the file. Where's the meet?"
He took a shuddering breath. "Pick any crowded mall in Massachusetts."
"In public?"
Natasha was skeptical of the idea, rightfully so. Her career was on the line. She wouldn't want to be spotted with the man who had taken one of her colleagues hostage.
"Your folks will investigate anyone trying to meet—me," he said, suppressing a grunt. Felicia's tongue swirled around the head. Since he was on the call, he patted Felicia's head to compliment and approve of her effort.
Felicia's gaze flicked up to him, showing a hint of surprise. When he patted her again, she went back to sucking him off with even more enthusiasm.
"I'm on a clock," Natasha said. "Got a briefing with Coulson in two hours. Then we'll move out to negotiate with you. I've about forty five minutes for you."
"More than enough."
"You're still in Manhattan. How will you make it back to Massachusetts in sixty minutes?"
"Send me the address. I'll be there in thirty."
His confident look faded in the next moment. He covered the receiver as a groan ripped from his throat.
"Fuck…"
Felicia had been pulling his balls between her lips, kissing his head, blowing him—all to make him break character on the call. It finally worked out.
Her eyes curved in delight. She gently grazed his skin with her teeth before increasing her pace, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't take.
He patted her head again and took his hand off the receiver. "And don't forget the disguise."
A reminder to prevent her from showing up in her usual SHIELD getup, which would be far too eye-catching. In the age of social media, any post about her might go viral and get SHIELD's attention. A simple disguise to cover her features would save them from so much trouble.
Natasha, who had been considering her choices on the other side, finally spoke, "Pittsfield Crossing Mall at one-fifteen. I'll send photos of my spot when I'm there."
He checked his wristwatch. 12:45 PM. Half an hour to teleport and bring Laura there. He could manage it even with breaks for teleportation.
"I'll be there."
"Don't be late." Natasha hummed. "Stay cautious. This case will stir up trouble."
He had expected her to hang up with a joke about the moans she had undoubtedly heard. Instead, she gave a warning. She must've seen or heard something, or just the danger intuition of the best Red Room operator, or both. His hunch about SHIELD having more severe problems than HYDRA's deep infiltration might just be right. Another organization might be targeting SHIELD. Perhaps more than one.
The wet, sloppy sounds and Felicia's moans as she blew his cock pulled him back. She had been diligently working through the call, giving her all to pleasure him. Her efforts showed in the delightful pressure bundling up in his core. He really wanted to control himself and savor it for a while, but the clock was ticking.
He leaned back fully against the headboard and let nature take its course. Felicia might be a complete amateur, but she had trained herself to pick even the best locks to be as good as the legendary thief. That dexterity showed in every stroke.
After a minute and half, his control snapped.
"Felicia," he groaned as his hips bucked off the bed.
His dick convulsed and shot out his seed in small bursts. She showed a moment of hesitation, wanting to draw back.
"Mhnghh?"
Her eyes widened in pleasant surprise. She didn't just swallow everything. She grabbed the shaft firmly and pressed her lips on the head, using suction to suck out every drop.
She finally pulled off with a soft pop and worked his semen in her mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied smile. "Why did that taste good? It's like buttery chocolate with a tiny bit of sugar."
He wasn't surprised. His vessel was made by Death with her cosmic powers and then made even better by his nitpick optimizations. It'd be strange if his semen tasted awful.
With a satisfied sigh, he gave her hair a gentle, appreciative pat. "We'll solve that mystery later."
She reached over to the nightstand and fetched a tissue from the drawer. With a look of concentration, she set about wiping his member clean with a tenderness. The act caught him off-guard. Her care didn't end there. She tugged his jeans back up and quickly worked the button and the zipper. He had seen this side before, but never to this extent.
Once she had finished putting him back together, she planted her palms on the mattress and crawled closer. She straddled his lap, settling her weight against him as her arms came to rest on his shoulders.
"Darling," she purred with a grin. "I've been a very good girl. Won't you reward me a little?"
He should've expected some ulterior motive when she went above and beyond in her care. Felicia Hardy never did anything without layers.
His hands slid down to cup and grope her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. The simple contact filled his chest with a blissful feeling. "You want to know who called?"
"I'm curious about that, but no." She showed a melting gaze, clearly a seductive act to make him obey. "I wanna confirm if you were joking about that teleport thing?"
"What do you think?" He chuckled, already having a hunch on where this was headed. "You picked up Gwen's identity with tiny clues. Show me what else that thief brain is capable of."
She took the challenge with a smirk. "You were serious."
"A conclusion needs evidence, otherwise it's just a fifty-fifty gamble dressed up as confidence." He raised an eyebrow, quite curious about how she would work out a convincing argument.
"Then let me state my case, your honor." She straightened her back and pointed at him like a prosecutor about to deliver a case-closing statement. "First piece of evidence: how you entered my room. The door was locked, and the window shut tight. Old habit to stop others from robbing me."
"What if I had a key?" He countered. "I could've taken the Master Key from Silvija."
"Yes, you could have, but I didn't find any in your pockets." She reached into the blanket and took out a wallet. His wallet. "This is all you had."
He had to applaud her skills. He had been a little too distracted by the phone call with Natasha and her blowjob, and she had picked his pocket. Even with those distractions, she had to find the right moment to sneak something out of his pocket without him noticing.
"Which leaves only one possibility." She set the wallet aside and placed both hands flat against his chest, leaning in until her lips were brushing his ear. She whispered in a voice dripping with satisfaction, "You used magic."
"What if the key is in the door?"
"There is nothing there," she replied without missing a beat of confidence. "What's the verdict, your honor?"
He patted her back in concession, unable to keep the admiration out of his voice. "You should become a detective."
"Felicia Hardy can't settle for the ordinary. It's boring. Anyways…" She nudged his nose with hers, the gesture playful and intimate. "I'll take your lack of denial as a yes. You did use magic to teleport."
"I did," he said with a defeated sigh. "What do you want from it? Travel to some great location?"
She chewed her lower lip between her teeth. All her seductive energy and playfulness disappeared with one question. The mask had cracked, revealing the scared girl who was terrified to ask for what she really wanted.
"To your father?" he asked, giving her a way out. "Do you want to save him?"
She flinched as her fingers curled the fabric of his shirt. "Can we?"
Even after everything between them, she still didn't expect him to fulfill every one of her requests. Just like how she wouldn't do everything he wanted of her. That belief was shown clearly in her nightmare. The burden who took more than she offered—that was how she saw herself in their relationship.
He shut down that poisonous voice in her head by wrapping both arms around her and crushing her against his chest. His embrace was almost painfully tight, as if he could squeeze the self-doubt out of her through this. "Is tonight good?"
She trembled in his arms and bobbed her head in agreement. "Yes!"
Her breathing hitched once, twice, and then the tension started bleeding out of her in quiet sobs. She pressed her face in his shoulder and let herself fall apart in his arms. He held her through it, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back, the other cradling the back of her head.
His eyes drifted to the clock on the nightstand as the numbers ticked over to 12:54 PM. Time was running short, but he didn't rush her. She needed this.
When she finally pulled back, there was a noticeable wet patch on his shirt. But the smile on her face was sincere. A smile after a good cry was always without any shadow or pretense. This one lit up her whole face despite the redness around her eyes.
"You saw me cry twice," she whispered, showing a mischievous grin. "If it happens again, I'm stealing your last name."
He paused at that. Currently, he had no last name, not even on his Driving License. Death hadn't bothered giving him his last name from his previous life.
"We'll talk about that later." He cupped her cheek and brushed away the last glitter of tears with his thumb. "I have to go."
She tugged the hoodie zipper down and folded her arms under her chest, squeezing her breasts together to give a good glimpse of her cleavage. "Stay for a little while?"
He would've definitely stayed to punish her some more if he didn't have the urgent business with Black Widow. Felicia knew it, too, and still tempted him with a sight.
He gently flicked her forehead. "Get back to sleep."
She crossed her arms with a pout. "Always running off to see another lady—Darling is really redefining the word loyalty."
"The fault's on you for loving an unfaithful man."
He slid off the bed and checked himself in the vanity mirror. Taking another tissue from the drawer, he carefully wiped away the subtle lipstick marks she had left on his face and lips.
Felicia stood up on the bed behind him, using the extra height to look down upon him arrogantly. When he didn't give her any attention, she sighed and fixed his hair, taming the parts that stuck up at odd angles.
"I'd have dolled you up properly if we had more time," she said, then paused and shook her head with a wry laugh. "Or not. I don't need more whores chasing after you. One attention-whore like me is plenty in your life."
He turned and pinched her cheek between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a light squeeze that made her scrunch up her nose. "I'll be back by six. Tell Silvija to order my favorite."
"Kay~" She drew out the word with exaggerated cheerfulness. "Have a safe journey."
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