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It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn into something more, as it always does with him. And as he slides his tongue inside my mouth, he wraps me in his arms. He stands and then pulls me up from my chair before lifting me onto the table. And without breaking our kiss, he sits in my now vacant chair.
His hands slide over my skin, pushing off my cardigan before placing it on the chair beside him and that simple act makes my heart swell. He usually tosses my discarded clothes with no consideration for where they end up, but I told him once that was my mother’s cardigan and how much it means to me.
“Time for my dessert,” he growls as he breaks our kiss and starts to pull off my leggings and panties.
“You’re so unoriginal,” I giggle as I wriggle my ass to help him.
“You won’t be saying that when I’ve got my tongue in your sweet cunt, kitten.” He pulls my clothes off over my feet and tosses them unceremoniously over his shoulder.
“Maybe.” I thread my fingers through his hair as he bends his head and begins to trail soft, featherlight kisses from my knees up my thighs. His hot breath dusts over my skin, making me shiver.
“You smell so good, Kat,” he murmurs against my skin as he pushes my thighs wider apart until I’m spread open for him. “So fucking wet for me too.” He drags one finger through my folds, and I suck in a quick breath.
Then he clears the plates off from behind me with one sweep of his arm before pushing me back on the table. He lifts my legs by my ankles, planting my feet on his shoulders as he pushes my thighs wide. “Such a sweetfica,” he breathes against my skin, his voice so low and husky that it vibrates through my body.
His tongue dances over my skin, working his way to the top of my thighs before he flicks it lightly over my pussy, making my back bow in pleasure.
“Dante,” I groan, tugging his hair harder, trying to direct him to where I want him to concentrate his efforts.
“So impatient for my mouth, kitten.”
“Because you’re teasing me,” I protest.
“I’m not,” he laughs softly. “But we’re not in any hurry. Let me take my time with you because after I eat you right here, I’m taking you to bed to fuck you all night.”
“You’re a devil,” I whimper as he lazily runs his tongue along my wet center before swirling it over my sensitive clit. My hands fall from his hair as the warm waves of pleasure roll over me, and I rock my hips until stars flicker behind my eyelids.
If he promises to do this for the rest of our days, then maybe marrying this devil won’t be such a bad thing after all.
Chapter36
Kat
Ishuffle from one foot to the other, chewing on my fingernail as we walk down the hallway. Today is the day Lorenzo Moretti finally returns home, along with his wife, Anya. Since his proposal a week ago, Dante has been attentive and caring and we are in a better place than we’ve ever been. But I’m a little apprehensive about the impact his older brother’s return will have on our relationship.
“Stop,” Dante orders, removing my hand from my mouth and entwining my fingers in his to stop my fidgeting.
“Sorry, I don’t understand why I’m so nervous,” I admit in a whisper.
“Hmm.” He releases my hand and stuffs his into his trouser pockets instead.
The stories about Lorenzo Moretti and his love of violence have been around for as long as I can remember. Dante, however, isn’t the slightest bit nervous. Distracted maybe, but not nervous. I know he’s the head of the family, but it’s no secret that Lorenzo was supposed to be. However, for some reason, Dante took over their father’s mantle instead. Rumor has it that Lorenzo was furious at the time and has never forgiven his father and brother for the slight.
We come to a stop in the hallway, a few feet from the huge oak doors that lead into the main house. I glance sideways at Dante but he’s staring intently at the doorway, as though he’s worried he might miss his brother’s return. Joey comes out of the den and stands beside us, rocking on the balls of her toes as she stares at the door too.
The door swings open, and Joey squeals, “Anya,” running forward and enveloping the tiny blonde woman who just walked through the door in a hug.
“Guiseppina,” the giant bear of a man beside her, who I assume is Lorenzo, says gruffly.
“Oh, quit it,” Joey snaps at him as she releases his wife from her arms.
Lorenzo’s dark eyes drift to his brother and then to me and his face is so unreadable that it makes me feel a little queasy. He looks a lot like Dante with his thick dark hair and his beard, but he’s bigger than his younger brother and his jaw a little squarer. There is something about his eyes that makes me shiver. He is the meanest looking man I have ever seen in my life. I have no idea what to expect from his arrival, but I do know that I feel his presence in this house already.
“Dante,” he says, his tone low.
“Welcome home, brother,” Dante replies as he takes hold of my hand again and squeezes gently. “Anya, it’s a pleasure to see you.”
“You too, Dante,” Anya replies with a faint smile. She keeps her head up but her eyes down as she replies to him and something about that feels off. She is so tiny she reminds me of a little bird. Lorenzo has his hand on the small of her back, but his whole aura is possessive and controlling. She doesn’t meet his eyes either and it’s unnerving.
