Dante’s Undoing- Part 1

This is the sequel to Dante! You must read Dante before you read this book!

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Dante’s Undoing

J. S. Cooper

Dante’s Undoing

The Perfect Man?

Dante Vanderbilt. Charming. Handsome. Rich. The sort of man every woman wants to meet. The sort of man that will sweep you off of your feet. The sort of man that will have your heart racing with excitement and anticipation.

But What Lies Beneath the Surface?

Sadie Johnson thought she knew who Dante was. Until he swept her off to Paris. Until he tried to introduce her to a world of pleasure she’d had no idea existed. Until she realized he had secrets she never would have guessed at.

Secrets That Pierre Bisset Knows All About

When Dante introduces Sadie to Frenchman Pierre, she is captivated by his accent and his smile. Little does she know that they too will have a connection that blows her mind away.

A Thin Line Between Love and Desire

Sadie is looking for true love. A man that can accept all of her. She thought she had found that with Dante, but then she met Pierre. Two different men want her and spoil her. Two different men have secrets that she doesn’t understand. Sadie doesn’t know if she can accept Dante or Pierre for who they are. She thinks that they are both players and hypocrites and that they are playing games with her heart. Little does she know that she will be their undoing. 

DANTE- dark hair, hazel eyes

SADIE- brown hair, brown eyes

PIERRE – jet black hair, green eyes

Prologue

I’m awake but my eyes are closed. I can hear breathing. I can feel a warm body pressed up against mine. Fingers are trailing across my thigh casually, in a knowingly intimate manner. I can feel my body starting to stir, wanting to wake up properly, but still I keep my eyes closed. Life got complicated somewhere on the way to this King-sized, pillow-top bed. The sheets beneath me are luxurious and soft. White Egyptian cotton. Most probably with a billion thread-count. I feel like I could sink into this bed and stay here for an eternity.

“Mon cherie, are you awake?” His voice warm and husky tickles as he whispers into my ear, but still I keep my eyes closed. I can feel his breath on the side of my face. My body feels hot and I can feel a trickle of something tickling me on my stomach and yet I don’t dare move. Not now. I need to think. I can still remember the night before. I can still remember the intensity of my midnight conversation with Dante.

“You have to make a decision. You have to make a choice.” His words had been harsh as his pleading eyes had begged me to do what he wanted. I had been unable to answer, caught up in the unfairness of the situation that he had caused. My heart was weary, my soul was tethered, my body was alert. “I want you, Sadie. I want all of you.” He had continued and I’d closed my eyes, not quite believing the situation I was in. That had been seven hours ago and yet, I was still no closer to making a decision.

“Mon cherie, are you awake?” I felt lips pressed against my cheek and a fire ignited inside of me. Even though my eyes were closed, I could see his face clearly. “Mon cherie?” He said again and my eyes opened slowly and I watched as a large smile spread across his face, his green eyes gazing into mine contently. “There you are.” He said and he reached down and ran a finger across my lips. “I’ve been waiting for your sweet slumber to depart.”

“I’m awake now, Pierre.” I said softly and he chuckled as if I’d amused him in some way. I wanted to ask him why he was laughing, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to give him a gateway into asking me more questions. I didn’t want him to find out my biggest secret. I didn’t want anyone to find out. I was in over my head as it was. He also didn’t say anything else. He let his lips do the talking and as he kissed down my stomach towards my most sensitive of areas, I knew that Dante was right. I had to make a decision and I had to make it soon. Otherwise everything was going to blow up in my face.

Chapter One

Sometimes I feel like there are two people inside of me. The normal me that everyone knows. The Sadie Johnson that’s a good friend, a funny person, semi-intelligent, goofy, and looking for love. And then there’s the hidden side of me. The naughty side. The Sadie Johnson that has secret desires and wants. The Sadie Johnson that even I haven’t really gotten to know that well. And now, both Sadie’s are here, present and screaming in my head as I stare at Dante and the mysterious handsome man standing next to him. Dante’s eyes are bright and his hazel eyes look like a warm brown as he gazes at me intensely. I can feel my body shivering as his gaze darkens and something shifts in his gaze as his stance changes.

“What are you thinking, Sadie?” He whispers softly as he takes a step towards me, his tongue moving gracefully over his lips. I watch as he swallows and I realize that I’ve been holding my breath for almost a minute, waiting to see what was going to happen next. I didn’t even know what I wanted to happen next. Actually, that’s a bit of a lie. There were many things I wished would happen next, but I didn’t dare actualize them.

“What, what’s going on here?” My voice sounded nervous, even to my own ears and I kept my eyes on Dante, not even wanting to look at the man next to him. The man whose eyes were burning into my body as if he knew me. As if he wanted me more than anyone he’d ever wanted before. And it wasn’t like I didn’t like that feeling. Who wouldn’t want a man, a handsome man at that, wanting them? “Jonas?” I asked the strange man again. Was this the man I’d be chatting with online?

“My name is Pierre.” His voice was smooth and lyrical with a slight accent. He had a disarming smile on his face and his green eyes looked merry with amusement and something else that I couldn’t quite figure out. “But yes, you have spoken to me as Jonas.”

“What, why, how?” I sputtered out as I saw that Dante’s gaze was scrutinizing me intently. I looked into his hazel eyes but I couldn’t read his expression. “What’s going on?”

“You’re really not who I thought you were, are you, Sade?” Dante’s lips held a half-smirk. “You’re not a single mom, you’re not a vanilla type of girl, either, are you?”

“What do you mean by vanilla type of girl?” I swallowed hard. What exactly did he know and how? “I don’t really understand what’s going on here. Are you going to tell me?”

“Have you ever had fantasies of being pleasure by two men at the same time?” Dante’s voice was husky, and I swallowed hard as his expression changed. “Is that a desire you have?”

“Uh….” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to expose my deepest and darkest fantasies and to be honest, I didn’t even know if I knew exactly what my fantasies consisted of? How could I? I’d never done anything even remotely close to exciting before. “Why?”

“What if I told you I wanted to make your dreams come true?” He leaned down and kissed my briefly on the lips. “And I mean, all of your dreams.”

“Wait what?” I blinked up at him. “What do you mean?” I could feel my entire body burning in heat and anticipated pleasure as my face turned beet red. Was this Pierre the Jonas I’d been speaking to? But if so, how had he gotten into contact with Dante?

“I mean I know about your fantasies.” Dante said, his eyes alert. “I have to admit I was naughty, I saw something I shouldn’t have. I did a little digging and research. I read your messages to Jonas.”

“You betrayed my confidence?” I stared at Pierre and once again I was taken aback by the intensity of his stare. His green eyes were devouring my body and he had a small smirk on his face. He was gorgeous. Far more gorgeous than I’d thought Jonas would ever be. And the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world. I blinked in distress. How could I feel this way about Pierre when I had such strong feelings for Dante. Dante was wonderful and sexy and amazing and I really thought that I loved him. But as I lay there looking at Pierre, I knew I couldn’t lie to myself. My sexual attraction to him was unheard of. Maybe it was the intensity and tabooness of the situation. I didn’t know exactly what was going on or what was on offer, but already my entire world felt that it was shifting and changing.

“But I did not betray you.” Pierre walked towards me. “You are even more beautiful than Dante said.”

“What?” I looked at Dante and his eyes stared into mine as if he were searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked me. “Dante, what’s going on?”

“This isn’t Jonas.” He murmured. “We were going to say that he was, but he isn’t.”

“Oh.” I said. Such a small simple word, yet my tone held so much regret. I was disappointed. I wanted him to be Jonas. I wanted this to be the fruition of all my dreams. As my breath caught, I suddenly realized that I wanted my fantasy to come true. It had been something I’d only ever joked about with friends or talked about with strange guys online. I’d almost convinced myself that it wasn’t something I actually wanted. Just something to dramatize about, but as I lay here staring at the two men in front of me, I realized that wasn’t true. I wanted to be devoured by two men. I wanted to be taken and ravished by these two men and I had no idea what that would actually mean for my life.

“We shall leave you now to think and sleep. We shall reconvene tomorrow.” Dante said briskly and he looked towards Pierre. “Come my friend.” He nodded and Pierre walked over to him. “Marie, my housekeeper will be in promptly with some food and to show you to your bedroom. She will help you with anything you need. She speaks English, so language will not be a problem.” He said and turned towards the door.

“But wait,” I cried out. “What is it you want me to think about?” I said, not wanting to be left alone.

“I think you know, dear Sadie.” Dante gave me a wicked smile. “I think you know.”

Chapter Two

You ever have one of those recurring daydream fantasies? One of those live action images that plays in your head when your eyes are closed, but you’re not actually dreaming. I used to have them all the time. I used to imagine what it would be like to be desired by a cluster of handsome men. All of them wanting to be with me. All of them wanting to woo me. And now, now that fantasy seems to be coming to life. Only now, it’s with two men. Two handsome sexy men that both want me and I have no idea what I’m supposed to say or do. At least I think they both want me. I mean, neither one of them has actually said what it is we’re all doing here, but I can make an educated guess.

It almost feels surreal to have two hot guys here with me. I mean there’s just something about a man with a French accent that does it for me everytime. There’s a saying that French men are more sensual with their words and fingers. They know how to please a woman in ways that no other man does. I have to admit as I thought about Pierre, I was curious if he would prove that stereotype to be true. Were French men really the best lovers?

I sat in the living room on the couch waiting for the two men to join me and I took a deeo breath. I looked down at my modest blue and green dress and smoothed the skirt down wondering if I should have worn something a bit sexier. I had a lot of questions for the two men and I hadn’t wanted them to think I just wanted to jump into bed and have an orgy right away, but maybe I should have made it all a little bit more enticing.

“Bonjour,” the smooth sexy sound filled the room and I looked up and stared at Pierre’s lips really curious if the saying was true. How would those lips feel on me? I blushed furiously as he grinned at me, his eyes seeming to know what I was thinking.

“Hi, I mean Bonjour.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Sadie, Mon cherie. It is a pleasure to be here with you.” Pierre walked towards me and time as I knew it stood still as I really got a full-on look at him. In the light of the new day, he looked even better than I had remembered. He was tall, maybe 6”4, with a dark olive complexion that made his light green eyes stand out even more, his hair was silky and black and he was wearing the most dazzling smile I’d ever seen in my life.

“Thanks.” I said weakly as I didn’t know what else to say. I mean what did you say to a man you’d only just met, yet had already had a sexual fantasy about?

“I suppose you are most probably tired and slightly, let me think of the word, confused.” Once again his smile dazzled me as he sat next to me on the couch.

“You can say that again.”

“Dante has gone to get some freshly baked croissants from Pain Pain in Montmartre, in order to give us a chance to talk alone.”

“I don’t really understand why he just left us…” My voice trailed off. Did Dante not really like me? Had he just gotten me here to set me up with someone else? Was this not an offer of a threesome or just some sort of swap? “I’m confused.” I said finally and Pierre threw his head back and laughed.

“French men, we are confusing, oui?”

“Oui.” I nodded with a small smile, glad to remember a little bit of my High School French. “But aren’t we talking about Dante?” 

“You know that he has French blood, yes?” Pierre’s hand grabbed mine and I could feel his thumb stroking my thumb in a very sensual way. My heart was racing at his touch, and the feel of his warm thumb against mine was thrilling me inside.

“No, I had no idea. I thought he was Italian.” I shook my head, noticing that my voice sounded slightly raspy as he started to stroke the inside of my palm.

“A little French, a little Italian.” Pierre smiled. “A whole lot of American.”

“You know him well?”

“Well?” Pierre looked into my eyes, his expression thoughtful. “No, not at all. I have known him a long time, but no I wouldn’t say I know him well.”

“Oh?” I was even more confused now. What the hell did that mean?

“You have beautiful lips.” His fingers touched my lower lip for a few seconds and I saw him smile wider as my lips trembled. “This is a lot for you, isn’t it?”

“I don’t really know what this is.” I said. 

“It’s an adventure.”

“An adventure?”

“A sexual adventure.”

“I don’t understand.” I swallowed hard as he sat back and brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my palm. He kissed the rest of my hand and then my wrist and I just stood there, feeling hot and slightly wet.

 “When is Dante going to be back?” I said as I pulled my hand away from him.

“Are you scared?” He licked his lips as he stared at my face.

“No,” I lied.

“Liar.” He chuckled and stood up. “Do not be scared, my darling. This is all for you.”

“What is all for me?” 

“Everything.”

“You’re talking in circles.” I said exasperated and I jumped up. “I think I’m going to leave.” I wasn’t sure what was going on and I was feeling slightly frustrated and annoyed. 

“Leave?” Dante’s smooth voice filled the room and I turned around with a small jump. He eyed me intently, and I shivered under his intense gaze. It was like he could see into my soul. “Everything okay, Sadie?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “What’s going on here?”

“What did Pierre say?” He walked towards me, his expression inscrutable.

“I didn’t tell her.” Pierre spoke up and walked back towards me.

They both stopped in front of, their entire bodies focused on me and I could feel a slow warmth seeping up through my body.

“Tell me what?” I looked towards Dante then, my entire focus on him. “Dante.”

“Not now.” He shook his head. “Tonight we shall head to a party. Tonight you shall learn more.”

“What am I going to learn?”

“Quel plaisir est.” Pierre whispered into my ear and I just blinked at him. I had no idea what he’d just said. I looked at him for an English explanation but he just winked at me. And then Dante leaned into my other ear and whispered. “What pleasure is. You’re going to learn what pleasure is.” I stood there tall, my entire body on fire as both men whispered into opposite ears. I could feel myself starting to shake as every nerve ending in my body rejoiced at the feel of both men so close to me. A hand touched the middle of my back and ran down and lightly tapped my ass and before I could say anything Dante stood away from me and smiled.

“Let us eat, I have pain au chocolat and cappuccinos in the kitchen. Marie will make us omelettes if we so desire.” And with that we all headed out of the room. As we walked along the long corridor, filled with old impressionist paintings, it suddenly struck me that I’d had no idea that Dante had a home in Paris. I didn’t really know this man at all. Let alone Pierre. A voice inside my head was screaming at me and telling me to run and never look back but then the other voice in my head started screaming back. If I left now I would never know what the party was about. And if I never went to the party, I wouldn’t know what pleasure was. And I very much wanted to know how much pleasure these two men could give me. Because if the way they blew into my ears was any indication, I was going to be in for one hell of a ride.

Chapter Three

“Mr Vanderbilt asked me to draw you a bath.” Marie spoke quietly as she entered my bedroom in her demure fashion. “He asked me to give you a choice of oils.” She said, her English perfect and only lightly accented.

“Oh, that’s okay.” I sat up in the bed and looked at her. “I’ll just take a quick shower later.”

“Mr Vanderbilt would like me to draw you a bath and then we shall decide which dress you will wear tonight.” Her facial expression hadn’t changed, but her voice certainly had. “He has had five dresses sent over for you to try on. When you’re out of the bath, I am to let him know, so that he can choose which one you should wear tonight.”

“Okay.” I said with a slight nod. “Sure.” I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back. What the hell must she be thinking about this situation? Maybe she thought I was some sort of hooker or high class escort? Or maybe she’d seen this so many times that she didn’t have any thoughts. The thought struck me that maybe this was something that Dante did often and I felt hurt. Was I just another one of his playthings? I frowned. And if I was, when did he have the time? He seemed so busy with his law job that I’d assumed that he didn’t do much else. And I sure didn’t think his nana knew what he was up to. Though, I was pretty sure my grandma had no idea about my secret thoughts. Shit, even Cara, my best friend would be shocked if she knew about the situation I now found myself in. Though I knew I was going to have to text her at the end of the night to tell her everything. I was dying to get feedback from someone about the situation I found myself in. It was so bloody surreal.

“Do we, I mean you have to draw the bath now or do I have some time?” I asked Marie wondering if I had time to text Cara right then and there. She might be busy with the boys or sleeping, but I still wanted to try and I didn’t think I could wait until later.

“Mr Vanderbilt would like you to start getting ready in about two hours. I suppose I could draw the bath in an hour.”

“Okay great. Merci Marie.”

“De rien.” She said with a slight nod of the head before she turned around and left the room. I stared at the closed door and for a couple of seconds and then made my way off of the bed so that I could grab my phone. I walked over to the vanity and picked up my handbag and took out my phone. I stared at my reflection for a few seconds and looked at my flushed face. My brown was a frizzy mess from lying down and my eyes looked slightly dazed and confused. My ran my hands across my bare cheeks and thought about how I’d do my makeup that evening. Something dramatic I thought to myself. And maybe I’d put my hair up in some sort of elegant fashion. I was in France after all. I wanted to look the part. And then my mind fell to the party. What exactly was this party? And what did the men mean when they talked about showing me what pleasure was? Were they taking me to an orgy? What were they expecting me to do? I bit down on my lower lip as I thought about Dante being with another woman right in front of me. I didn’t want to see it. In fact, I didn’t even want it to happen. Though I knew that made me a hypocrite. How could I want to be pleasured by two men at the same time and not allow them to have other women. And then a thought struck me. What if they wanted to get it on together? My hand flew to my mouth as I realized that in a threesome most people usually did everything with everyone. Was Dante gay or bisexual and if he was, did I care? I carried my phone over to my bed and sat down on the mattress and thought for a few seconds. I sighed as I realized that I didn’t want to be witness to Dante and Pierre getting it on in front of me. That wasn’t sexy to me and it wasn’t going to turn me on. I had no problem with other people’s sexuality, but that didn’t do it for me. I knew that I didn’t want to see them being sexual. Was I a completely selfish person then? I wanted both men to pleasure me, but I didn’t want them to hook up with each other and I didn’t want Dante to have another woman. I threw my head back and laughed. I was delusional. I hadn’t really ever thought this out properly. It didn’t seem realistic to expect all of the attention to be on me. I quickly scrolled to Cara’s name and sent her a text.

Sadie: Are you awake?? Hello??

Cara: Sadie, are you okay? It’s morning here, but I’m up.

Sadie: Oh no, did I wake you up?

Cara: Nope! Brandon has been up since 5am, asking for pancakes.

Sadie: Oh Brandon!

Cara: How’s Paris? You lucky B! 😛

Sadie: It’s beautiful. Just as I always imagined.

Cara: So what’s up?

Sadie: You will not believe what happened to me…

Cara: Don’t leave me hanging, girl! What happened? Did you guys have anal?

Sadie: Cara!

Cara: What? It’s not so bad! Haha.

Sadie: You have to promise not to judge me if I tell you.

Cara: Since when have I ever judged you? Now tell me all. Now!

Sadie: I think I’m being propositioned for a threesome. 

Cara: Say what! OMG, you cannot stop typing. I need all the details now.

Sadie: So Dante took me to this awesome house and there was this guy, Pierre and well, he’s just really hot and has been flirting with me and I think they want a threesome.

Cara: What? Am I missing something here? Why do you think they want a threesome?

Sadie: Because…

Cara: They asked you for one?

Sadie: Not exactly.

Cara: Hmm? Confused here???

Sadie: They are taking me to a party tonight.

Cara: OK? AND???

Sadie: A pleasure party.

Cara: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PLEASURE PARTY??

Sadie: No need for caps Cara.

Cara: What the fuck is a pleasure party?

Sadie: I don’t know.

Cara: Sadie? What the hell is going on? I need more info.

Sadie: So it seems like Dante figured out that I kinda had a small fantasy of what it would be like to be with two men at once.

Cara: Wow! You never told me that.

Sadie: I never was going to act upon it.

Cara: So what Dante is going to make that come true for you?

Sadie: I guess? I don’t know. We haven’t discussed anything yet.

Cara: Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that he’s okay with you being with another man? 🙁

Sadie: I don’t know? 🙁

Cara: I guess maybe he’s not jealous

Sadie: I don’t wanna see him with another woman

Cara: Yeah, no thanks

Sadie: Or another man

Cara: Yeah, no thanks to that as well

Sadie: I guess maybe this isn’t a serious relationship for him

Cara: You’re okay with that?

Sadie: Honestly, I’m just really excited. This other guy, Pierre, well he is just so sexy and he has this French accent that will melt your panties off

Cara: Shit! You’re going to have the best sex stories after this.

Sadie: I don’t know if I can be with two men at once though…does that make me a hoe? 

Cara: You could never be a hoe?

Sadie: Really?

Cara: Though what do you mean two men at once? One in the back and one in the front?

Sadie: Cara!

Cara: I don’t know how it works.

Sadie: Neither do I.

Cara: Maybe you’re riding one guy and sucking the other.

Sadie: OMG!

Cara: What? It’s true! What did you think it was going to be? 

Sadie: I don’t know but when you put it like that, it definitely makes me seem like a whore.

Cara: Girl, if you’re all down for it, then have some fun. You know I hate the term whore. You’re just a woman having fun. Enjoy it, girl.

Sadie: I’m so excited.

Cara: So am I. You need to tell me everything.

Sadie: You don’t think it’s a mistake to go through this?

Cara: Girl, you only live once. Live your life. Enjoy it. Though make sure you use protection and make sure they are both tested.

Sadie: I will and yeah I will.

Cara: Wow, I’m so jealous!

Sadie: Don’t be. I’ll text you later. Have to get ready for my bath and my new dresses. I have to get ready in front of Dante so he can choose the dress he wants me to wear.

Cara: Get out!

Sadie: Crazy right?

Cara: Like a bloody movie. Shit, send pics of everything and stay safe. Brody is calling me right now, so I gotta go, but TTYL. Love ya, girl.

Sadie: Love you too.

I dropped my phone on the bed and sat up feeling quite excited now. Cara had really helped me to dismiss my inner fears, which if I was honest, were more about what other people would think of me than how I felt about the situation itself.

***

As I relaxed in my spa tub filled with rose petals, lavender and peppermint essential oils and some sort of bubble bath, I couldn’t stop but think about how crazy the situation I found myself in was. I closed my eyes, happy to relax in the warm water and I started humming a French song I knew from school. “Frere Jacques, frere jacques.” I sang and smiled to myself. It was such a basic song, but somehow it fit in this moment. I heard a light tapping on the door and stopped singing, and frowned slightly.

“Hello?” I called out wondering if Marie was back to convince me to allow her to bathe me. I’d told her no earlier and she had seemed taken aback, but that was not something I was comfortable with, at all.

“It’s Dante. May I come in?” He opened the door without even waiting for an answer and I looked over at him with a raised brow. He looked sweaty and sexy. His hair was slicked back and his white Tishirt clung to his chest.

“Where have you been?” I asked him curiously.

“I was working out.” He grinned as he walked towards me and sat on the edge of the bathtub. “How are you feeling?”

“Uhm overwhelmed.” I glared at him. “We haven’t been alone since Pierre showed up.”

“I figured you needed time alone to process everything.”

“But you haven’t even told me anything.” I could hear my voice getting louder. “We came to Paris together and I feel like you’ve kinda just abandoned me.”

“I’ve abandoned you?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Really?”

“Yes, kinda.”

“I’m just trying to make your dreams come true.”

“This was never a dream I told you about.”

“So you don’t want to explore and see what happens?”

“If you really liked me, you wouldn’t want to share me.”

“Share you?” He stared at me.

“Isn’t that what you’re suggesting?” I said breathlessly as he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, his hands in my hair pulling my face up towards him.

“This is not about sharing you, mon cherie. This is about fulfilling your deepest and darkest desires. If you were honest with yourself you would know that.”

“What does that mean?” My heart thudded as he reached down and grazed my breasts lightly with the tip of his fingers.

“It means that I will show you pleasure that you’ve never even dreamed was possible.”

“I don’t know how.” I gasped as he pinched my nipple. The door creaked and I looked over to see Pierre standing there.

“Is now a good time?” His voice was melodic and sexy and I swallowed hard.

“A good time for what?” I asked Dante, gazing at him in shock as his eyes filled with darkness and lust.

“Your first lesson.” Pierre walked over to the bathtub and before I knew what was happening he was leaning down to kiss me. My entire body was on fire and I knew that whatever happened now could change the rest of my life forever.

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