Who knew he could be so loving? So silly. So joyful.
I still resent my father for selling me off—I’ll never be grateful forthat—but I am grateful that even if I didn’t choose Dante, he might just turn out to be a very good man. I feel the glow of love filling my cheeks, my chest, my belly. By some miracle, something between us has radically changed. Something almost too good to be true has happened. But I’m too tired and too content to wonder how it came to be. Happy is happy.
And I am so damn happy with Dante.
My eyes have just fluttered shut again when I feel his hand slip between my thighs, his finger tracing little circles around my opening until I’m wet and buzzing. With a soft moan, I shift my body so he can dip his finger inside, but instead he glides into me from behind, his cock sliding in easily like a key in a lock.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He moves his hand, spreading it across my lower belly, holding me steady as he pushes deeper inside, rooting himself deep. I gasp, then sigh at how perfectly he fills me. Dante begins to move, taking his pleasure, and I grind my ass back in time with his thrusts, meeting each one with a hissing intake of breath.
He’s fucking me steady and deep, his movements gradually becoming faster, harder, and more insistent. His hand slides up to cup my breast, and he works my nipples until I’m panting.
“These are mine. Mine,” he groans.
“Yes,” I whimper as he shifts his angle to hit the spot that always sets me off.
Possessive words of love and adoration continue pouring from his lips. “This is my ass, my sweet little cunt.”
“Yes, Dante.”
“Mine,” he says.
“Yours.”
Reaching behind me, my hands find their way to the back of his head, pulling him even closer against me.
“Mine.” He thrusts. “Mine.” Again. “All mine.” Again, again, again…
“Yes. Yours. All yours.” I agree with every word, and then I’m coming apart in an unstoppable tumble, the orgasm flooding over me, so hard and deep it brings tears to my eyes. I weave my fingers into his hair and hang on as I soak in the pleasure. “Yours, yours, yours.”
I never want to be anything else.
26
Frankie
“No matter whathappens in there, promise that you’ll trust me,” Dante says.
We’re heading down to the Bellanti offices the next morning, and my arm is linked with his. That arm might be the only solid thing anchoring me right now.
The Bellanti lawyers have finished reviewing the divorce paperwork and contract that Rico presented to us, and we’re meeting up with him to settle this once and for all. I’m cautiously optimistic, but I’m also a bundle of nerves. I also can’t shake the nagging feeling that there’s something Dante isn’t sharing with me, but I don’t press. I do trust him, and I tell him so.
He kisses the top of my head. “Good. We’re going to get through this. I promise.”
And just like that, I believe him. Wearegoing to get through this. Together.
I take a deep breath and admire the view of the vineyard as we step outside and onto the gravel path that leads to the offices. The day is young, but the air is crisp and the sun is bright and it’s clearly going to be a gorgeous one. Maybe it’s an omen. Suddenly, I feel confident.
Which lasts about as long as it takes to enter the Bellanti offices, where we’re met by a smiling Rico. Does he have an ace up his sleeve, or is he just happy to be getting the payoff he’s been dreaming of? I’m sure it’s thrilling for him to know he’s about to become a millionaire.
The smile evaporates from my face, and the day seems a lot less bright.
Raising the steaming mug that’s in his hand, Rico says, “Ruby made me coffee. She said we are meeting in the conference room. Now?”
Other than Ruby, the offices are empty of employees. It’s early, just a few minutes after eight o’clock. Dante thought it would be best to get this meeting over with before the rest of the staff arrived so they wouldn’t ask questions.
He inclines his head and gestures for Rico to follow us down the long hallway. I grind my teeth and try to pretend the scumbag isn’t inches away from me. I’d like nothing more than to punch that stupid grin right off his face.
