But he’s not done with me. He continues working my sensitive flesh, fingers sliding into me, even as I shudder with aftershocks. I almost can’t stand it, but I resist the urge to pull away as another orgasm builds, agonizingly deep.
“Again. You’re going to come again,” he says.
I murmur my agreement.
“You’re going to say my name,” he tells me.
I’m concentrating so hard, needing to come so bad, I almost don’t process what he said.
“Dante,” I whisper desperately.
“Again. Louder.”
“Dante, yes, fuck, Dante,” I moan.
He replaces his fingers with his tongue and licks me hard, relentlessly, until I can’t help grinding against his face, my orgasm close, tantalizingly close, if I could just get a little more—
“Dante!” I cry out as my release crashes into me.
The sound of foil ripping open, the weight of him between my legs. Suddenly, he’s fucking me again, riding me hard, pinning me down in my lingering state of pleasure as he pulls another orgasm out of me. It’s hard and quick, just a firework of release that has another one immediately behind it.
His hand wraps around my throat. “Say my name, Francesca.”
I’m more than happy to comply—he’s pushed all possible thoughts of anyone else into oblivion. “Fuck! Dante…oh my God.”
“Come for me,” he repeats, over and over, in perfect time with his cockthrusts.
Just like that I’m coming again, senseless as it crashes over me. He groans and pounds three quick thrusts into me, his release pulsing inside my swollen channel.
Then he collapses, lying on his side, his head beside mine and his breath warm and harsh in my ear. It’s so peaceful being here with him, I can almost believe we’ve turned a corner.
Not to mention, that was insane. I can’t even count how many times I came. He’s a beast. And I love it.
A smile tugs the corner of my mouth up as I lean in to kiss him. But his eyes immediately open and he recoils, quickly getting up off the bed.
“I want you gone,” he says.
My stomach drops, my face going hot. He’s throwing me out? After what just happened?
The rosy afterglow quickly fades as the reality of my situation sneaks back in.
I sit up and try my best to look unbothered. “Okay…I’ll go back to the guesthouse.”
He gives me a smile of pure distaste and shakes his head. “No. You’re not a Bellanti anymore. You never were, and you’re certainly not a guest here.”
My jaw drops. I feel like I’m sinking. Drowning. “But—I thought we had to keep up appearances for the—”
“Fuck appearances, and fuck the investors. I don’t care anymore. Go back to your loser father for all I care.” He jabs a finger in the air. “But he still owes me. I’m keeping the vineyard.”
Dante goes into his bathroom, his voice reaching out at me.
“I’m changing the name, though. The Abbotts mean less than nothing to me and I’ll be damned if I keep that name.”
I clutch at the sheet in fear, pulling it up to my neck. All I can think about is Livvie and the horses.
Swallowing hard, I find the willpower to make my voice strong. “What about the house?” Despite my attempt at bravery, my tone wavers.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Dante scoffs, his head popping out so he can sneer at me. “Daddy Abbott kept that for himself. Though I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses that, too.”
