Forbidden Revelation

DANTE’S POV

My jaw remained locked as the memories of the restroom refused to leave my mind. The heat in my veins was still boiling, thick and demanding, refusing to cool down. The girl who had just wrapped her soft, wet mouth around my cock and driven me to the edge of madness was Marcus’s child. She was the daughter of my late best friend. She was the one I was supposed to protect, the one I should be calling my daughter, not my little kitten.

I cursed under my breath, fighting the sudden wave of guilt that flooded my chest. What would she think of me now? How could she ever look at me as a guardian or a father figure when she already had the taste of my cock lingering in her mouth? How could I pretend to be her protector when I had already tasted her sweet, wet juices on my fingers? I was losing my mind because, despite the guilt clawing at my throat, I did not want it to stop there.

The memory of her tongue swirling so naively yet so perfectly around my dick made me crave her even more. The sheer tightness of her pussy was unlike anything I had ever felt. She was a virgin, too tight and untrained, barely knowing how to suck a cock properly, yet she had managed to put me on cloud nine within minutes. I doubted I could hold myself back from taking her completely if she stayed near me.

Veda turned her sharp gaze toward the girl, her brow furrowing. "Genevieve! Why are you not greeting him? You should be showing your gratitude."

Genevieve lowered her gaze instantly, her shoulders shaking slightly. "I am sorry, sir. I lost my manners." Her voice cracked, and I could tell how much effort it took for her to force those words out of her throat.

Veda quickly looked at me, her hands fluttering in panic. "I am so sorry, sir, she is not always like this. I..."

"You do not have to explain anything, Veda," I said, cutting her off with a calm wave of my hand. "Genevieve is obviously nervous. Come sit next to me."

I beckoned her over, and she bowed her head softly to avoid my eyes. When she slid into the empty seat right next to me, my heart rate spiked. Her sweet, flowery perfume hit my nostrils instantly, stirring the hunger in my gut and making my cock throb hard against my trousers.

Veda picked up her fork, looking around the table. "Shall we begin?"

We all began to eat, but my focus was entirely shattered. Having her sit right next to me was pure torture. Her scent filled my nose with every breath I took, and the urge to slide my hand under the table, place it on her bare thigh, and stroke her skin was almost impossible to ignore.

I looked at her sideways, taking in her features. It was hard to believe that Genevieve had grown into such a beautiful, elegant young woman. She carried a striking resemblance to her mother, yet there was something entirely unique about her. Her skin was incredibly fair, almost pale white, highlighting her features. She had a perfect, neat set of teeth, a pointed nose, and a pair of mesmerizing hazel eyes that held a natural allure. Her burgundy hair fell in soft, heavy waves down to her waist, with a few loose strands framing her oval face.

She wore a delicate silver necklace around her neck, and her full eyebrows and thick eyelashes framed her striking eyes. But it was her plump, rosy lips that drew my gaze. They were still slightly swollen, looking soft and inviting, practically begging for my mouth. She wore a fitted white dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged every curve of her hourglass figure, ending just above her knees to expose her smooth, tempting thighs. The sight made my blood run hot. I could easily pin her to this table and slide inside her right now. She was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

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GENEVIEVE’S POV

My heart sank into my stomach the moment I walked into the dining area and saw the man from the restroom sitting right there with my family. Nobody had to tell me who he was. I knew instantly. He was Mr. Dante, my father’s old friend, the man who was supposed to take custody of me.

His dark eyes had been fixed on me from the second I entered, and the weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear. I felt cheap and deeply ashamed. Every time I glanced at him, I could see the raw, heavy lust burning in his eyes, and it made my breathing shallow and uneven.

The powerful, wealthy man who had been supporting my family from a distance was the exact same man whose cock I had taken so hungrily in the restroom. I had opened my mouth for him without a single protest. What must he think of me now? Did he view me as a loose girl? A cheap slut who gave herself to a stranger in a public bathroom?

These thoughts ran through my mind, making my chest tight, until my aunt’s sharp voice snapped me out of it. She was scolding me for my lack of respect, but Dante intervened immediately, stopping her from speaking. The fear and guilt inside me only grew when he looked directly at me and told me to sit right next to him.

Across the table, my uncle and my cousin Rosalinda were staring daggers at me. But for once, they remained silent. They could not do anything to me today. Dante held an immense amount of power, and even without knowing his full background, his sheer presence made it clear that he was a man you did not cross.

I sat down in the chair beside him, and a sudden, sharp ache throbbed between my thighs. My pussy wet itself just from being this close to him. This was not how I had envisioned my first meeting with my guardian. Right now, instead of thinking about my future, I could barely focus on anything other than the memory of his hands and the burning desire to have him pop my cherry.

Dante picked up his utensils and began to eat with practiced, elegant movements. "How far is Gen in her studies?" he asked Aunt Veda.

My chest tightened at the nickname. *Gen.* He was already calling me by a pet name.

Aunt Veda sat up straighter, eager to please him. "Very well, sir. She is in her final year of high school. She will be taking her final exams in two weeks."

"That is great," Dante replied, his tone short and commanding.

Every word he spoke carried a deep, authoritative weight. He did not need to raise his voice to demand attention; his natural aura of power filled the entire room, making everyone else seem insignificant.

Uncle Warren cleared his throat, trying to insert himself into the conversation. "Don't you think it would be better for Vieve and Mr. Dante to do the talking?"

Dante slowly turned his head, fixing my uncle with a cold, piercing glare. The look was so sharp it seemed to cut through the air, and my uncle shut his mouth instantly, looking down at his plate.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. He knew exactly how to silence people with a single look. I was clearly not the only one affected by his intense presence. The man felt like a god sitting among mortals, and he made no effort to hide his dominance.

Dante turned his gaze back to the table, his voice smooth. "Gen and I have all the time in the world starting today. You do not need to push us to speak."

His words sent a thrill of anticipation straight to my core. I knew there was a double meaning behind his statement. Now that we had already tasted each other in that bathroom, there was no going back to a normal guardian-and-daughter relationship. The only things left for us to do were to find opportunities to be alone and to satisfy the hunger we had started.

The rest of the meal passed in a tense, heavy silence. Every time Dante reached for his glass of juice, my eyes instinctively followed his hand. I could not stop staring at his fingers. They were long, thick, and calloused. Those were the exact same deft fingers that had rubbed my wet clit so ruthlessly, forcing desperate, high-pitched moans from my throat.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as he took a slow sip of his red wine. His throat moved as he swallowed, and a sudden, shameful thought crossed my mind. A wave of heat rushed to my lower belly. It should not be wine he was swallowing. I wanted him to be tasting my juices, drinking me down with that same dark intensity while I watched him and moaned his name. I knew it was wrong. He was my father’s closest friend, and I was supposed to be under his care. But the physical craving was too strong to ignore.

Aunt Veda looked over at me, breaking the silence. "Are you enjoying your meal, Vieve?"

I blinked rapidly, forcing a polite smile onto my face. "Yes, Aunt Veda. It is very delicious."

Aunt Veda nodded happily and continued talking, mostly to fill the silence. It was the first time I had ever seen Uncle Warren and Rosalinda so quiet during a family dinner. Normally, they would be making snide remarks, mocking me, and making it difficult for me to even breathe. But today, they had met their match. Dante’s presence completely crushed their usual arrogance.

Once we finished eating, the plates were cleared, and the quiet returned. Out of nowhere, Aunt Veda turned to me with a curious look. "How did your date with Jared go?"

The question hung in the air, and the entire room seemed to freeze. A cold dread washed over me. I could feel Dante’s gaze instantly locking onto the side of my face, sharp and heavy as iron. I could not believe my aunt had brought up Jared right now, in front of him.

I tried to keep my voice steady, offering a small, tight smile. "It was fine, Aunt Veda."

She nodded in satisfaction, but I could not resist stealing a quick glance at Dante. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the bone protruded sharply against his skin. His eyes had darkened into cold, dangerous pools of anger. He was furious. The possessive jealousy radiating from his body was palpable, though I could not tell if he was angry because I had a boyfriend or if he simply hated the idea of another man touching what he had already claimed.

***

By the time we returned to the house, the sun had set, and the reality of the situation finally settled in. Dante had accompanied us back to make sure my transition was seamless. I was officially moving into his home, leaving behind the only life I had ever known. This had always been the agreement between him and my father, and I had spent years anticipating this day. But now, after what had happened in the restroom, the move felt entirely different. It felt charged with a dangerous, dark promise.

At the same time, a heavy sadness settled in my chest. I was going to miss Aunt Veda. She had spent the last several years raising me, protecting me from the worst of Uncle Warren and Rosalinda’s cruelty, and she had never once made me feel like an unwanted burden.

My suitcases had already been brought down to the main hallway.

Dante stood near the front door, his deep, husky voice echoing in the quiet space. "Are you ready, Genevieve?"

My legs felt weak at the sound of his voice, the memory of his touch sending a quiet thrill through my body. "Just a moment, please," I murmured.

I took a slow step toward Aunt Veda, my heart aching. "Do I really have to go with him?" I asked in a quiet voice, looking up at her.

"Yes, Vieve. You have to," she said, her voice soft as she placed her warm hands on my cheeks. She rubbed her thumbs against my skin, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Your father always wanted you to be with him. Dante will take proper custody of you and look after you as his own."

"I am going to miss you so much," I said, leaning forward to wrap my arms around her waist.

She held me tightly, patting my back gently for a long moment before stepping back. She sniffled, blinking away the tears in her eyes. "I am going to miss you too, sweetie. But I am not disappearing. I will come to visit you, and you can come back to see me whenever you want."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. When she let go of my hands, I turned to look at Uncle Warren. As expected, he did not even look up to say goodbye, completely ignoring my presence.

Rosalinda stepped forward, a strange, sweet smile on her face. "Can I have a word with you before you leave?"

I was surprised by her tone. She had never shown me a single shred of kindness, and I wondered if she was finally realizing that we would no longer be living under the same roof.

I walked over to her, and she pulled me into a tight, sudden hug.

She leaned close to my ear, her voice dropping to a low, venomous hiss. "Thank you for packing your bags and getting the fuck out of my house, Vieve. I am never going to miss you. Now I can finally have my mother's undivided love without having to share it with an orphan. Get the fuck out of here and don't you dare think about coming back."

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as she pulled back from the hug. I kept my face blank, refusing to let her see how much her words stung. I did not need to look closely at her face to know she was wearing a look of pure satisfaction.

I forced a polite smile onto my lips, turned away from her, and walked back to stand next to Dante.

He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "Shall we go?"

"Yes, please," I replied.

We walked out of the house together and stepped into the driveway. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before us. A fleet of seven identical, gleaming black luxury cars sat waiting in a neat line, their engines idling softly. I stared at the display of wealth, completely stunned. I only had three small bags with me. Who were the rest of these cars for? The sheer scale of his power and riches was overwhelming.

I turned back to look at the house one last time. This was the place where I had spent my entire childhood, the place that held all my memories. Now, I was leaving it behind to go to a completely unfamiliar place—a place where I would be entirely at the mercy of the man standing beside me.

The driver of the lead car stepped forward, opening the rear door and bowing his head respectfully. "Miss Marcello."

I looked back at Aunt Veda, who was waving and blowing kisses from the front porch. I gave her one last wave, a wave of guilt washing over me as I realized the secrets I was already keeping from her. Then, I turned and stepped into the luxurious backseat of the car. My new life was about to begin.