Hey everyone Ive been thinking about this for a while and I finally decided to try writing a Lante Fic. Its A/U and in POV format so here's the background info:

Dante grew up in Bensonhurst knowing Sonny as his father and they actually have a good relationship. He'd visit Sonny in PC as well as his brothers and sister. Olivia was totally against the life Sonny lived and Sonny respected that so he was grooming Dante to take over the legal parts of the business and kept him away from the illegal stuff. During one of the times Dante visited PC he met Lulu and they became friends with benefits - basically hooking up and hanging out when he was in town. No relationship, just friends and sex. They've been doing that for about 3 yrs.

Suddenly Sonny unexpectedly dies and this brings Dante to PC. Lulu's history is the same as the show.

1 Indecent Proposal

Dantes POV

I was going to hell for this. Being raised in an extremely Catholic Italian family I was taught at an early age about morality and integrity. Had it not been for the Corinthos blood running through my veins I probably would have stuck to those morals, but once again nature had won the ever long battle against its rival nurture. There were at least 5 different sins I was committing and my Nona would have a heart attack if she knew what I was doing. My dad would have been more understanding. This was something Sonny Corinthos would have done, so I guess it was fitting.

"This," She gasped, cutting her statement short and inflicting pain in my arms to make up for her lost words. "This isnt right."

What made her think I didnt know that? Everything about this screamed wrong, but I was too far to turn back on my own. "You can leave anytime. Im not making you stay." I snapped. My attitude was uncalled for, especially since I needed her more than she needed me but she did not know that; at least not yet.

Her bright amber eyes flashed with anger in response to my attitude and she shoved me away heading for the door. "Screw you Dante." That feistiness was one of the things that attracted me to Lulu Spencer. I never had to wonder what she was thinking because she would tell me whether I wanted to hear it or not.

Before she could leave I grabbed her arm and pushed her back to the door, pinning her to the flat surface. With he in heels we were almost the same height and I looked straight into the eyes of the woman whom I had been falling in and out of bed with for the past 3 years. I was close enough to easily smell the scented lotion on her skin; the same scent she was wearing the night I had met her in Jakes 3 years ago. My head leaned lower, placing my lips against her neck lightly then moving up to whisper in her ear. "Im sorry."

I stepped closer molding my body with hers, and her fingers threaded through my hair as I ravished her neck with kisses. "Dante." Lulu's velvety voice uttered helplessly. Just as quickly as her eyes had flashed with anger, now they were clouded with desire. My hand moved to the hem of the dress that stopped at her knees and pushed it slowly up to her waist, taking time to feel the smoothness of her thighs. Every part of her was so soft that I wanted to bury myself in her as I had done countless times before. Loose myself for a while so I did not have to think about the fact that my younger brothers and sister were without a father, and the vultures were already buzzing to tear apart the business he had spent his life building.

"Not here." I heard her say again in that same helpless tone. "This isnt right."

Her words fell on deaf ears as I easily lifted her up and carried her to the top of the desk my father had been sitting around alive and well just a week ago. Sex in my fathers office while he was barely cold in the grave; it would take about 100 Hail Marys and a full day of confession to save my soul after this. I took a step back and started undoing my pants. "If you want to leave this is your last chance."

The belt unbuckled and her eyes pleaded with me, but she never moved or spoke.

The button was undone and I stepped towards her. "This isnt you." She said almost as a warning and I waited for her to make an exit attempt, but again there was none.

The zipper came down.

A part of me wanted her to leave so that I was forced to hold on to the morality I had been taught. But nature had once again taken precedence and I was giving into the innate need to seek out pleasure. The kind of pleasure that could only be found when Lulus smooth legs were wrapped around me, when her nails we digging into my back, when her walls were draining me, when my name left her mouth in the form of a wanton cry.

We stared at each other for what felt like forever waiting for a move to be made. Whispers of her blonde hair framed her face and the rest cascaded in waves down her back. My hand went to the back of her head bringing her to me and fusing our lips so I could taste the sweetness of her mouth. God she was intoxicating; the kind of drug that was easy to get hooked on.

Never breaking the kiss I stepped into her and wrapped her legs around me. "You make me crazy." She moaned burying her head against my chest. It always amazed me how we seemed to fit like we had been designed specifically for each other. In another circumstance, another time, I might have actually dated Lulu and brought her to Bensonhurst to meet my family. Although she wasnt of Italian lineage or Catholic, my mother and Nona would have loved her. They had a sincere appreciation for strong women.

I moved with a mission to forget about the world, even if it was just for a few precious minutes. It was not long until submerged in the throes of passion she repeated my name as a mantra. "Dante Dante Dante!"

My palms rested in either side of her face and I raised her head so that I could visually capture the moment when she went over the edge. "Stop fighting it." I told her before pinning her wrists to the desk and kissing her hard to intoxicate myself with her essence even more. The shudders, trembles, and gasps erupted from her body all at once, and I watched her eyes close as she lost control.

Strands of hair were now stuck to her forehead and her lower lip was clasped between her teeth. All five of my fingers combed through her hair as she leaned into my touch sighing, before finally opening her eyes. Pure, unbridled lust emanated from her and it had never looked sexier.

It was now or never before I lost my nerve. "Marry me."

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