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“Nothing will be okay, Dante. Don’t you understand? I have so much to ask you, so much I’m confused about. But in ten minutes, I am marrying Santiago Martínez. Nothing will ever beokayagain.”
Dante leaves me for only seconds to engage the lock on the bridal suite door. He turns sharply and walks back to me in a way that tells me talking is not what he intends to do right now. The dark stare, his foreboding presence. Somehow evil and comforting all in one. He lifts my chin with his thumb, and my pulse skyrockets.
“You’re not fucking marrying him,” he says, looking at me so intently I swear he can see inside of what’s left of this soul of mine. “You’re no—”
“And you were fucking playing me like a damn fool!” I try to control my voice, but it’s damn near impossible. Seeing him again brings back all of those feelings that were building. “It was all fucking fake, was it not? Fuck, Dante. I’ve had a hell of a lot of time to think, and you’re a smart man. A mafia man. You knew who I was from the beginning.”
“No,” he says, gripping my face. “No, I didn’t. Don’t tell me what I knew and didn’t know. I had no fucking clue who you were that first night. All I knew is a woman walked into my club, and she made me fucking feel. Made a man who felt dead on the inside finally fucking feel again. And I tried to ignore it. I tried to figure out what your angle was, Giana, but I couldn’t. And fuck! It didn’t matter anyway because I was falling for you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
He claims my mouth the way only he can. The kiss is forced, rushed, nothing about it soft or kind. He takes control and devours me until I’m nothing but a slack body in his arms. His tongue tangles with mine as he rips down the bodice of my dress and palms my breasts before leaving my mouth to suck on my pebbled nipples.
“I need you,” I moan, and he’s already a step ahead.
He hikes my dress up as I hastily undo his belt buckle, allowing his hard cock to spring free. There’s a drop of precum beaded on his tip, and I ache to lick it off, to finally taste him.
“Fuck me like this is the last time, Dante.”
The words physically hurt, forcing my breath to hitch and more tears to fall.
“We don’t have time for this, angel,” he says, but he gives in to me anyway.
He shakes his head but fucks into my pussy, holding me against the wall and giving it to me rough and fast. He’s out of control, and I can’t even form thoughts right now. He fucks me so good, his cock pulsating as he pumps in and out of me.
One hand reaches up to grasp my throat, and I savor his strong touch. His fingers wrap around me as he tightens his grip, crashing his forehead into mine, looking deeply into my eyes and relentlessly fucking me like he owns me.
My mind is seeing words, and my eyes are seeing thoughts. I swear on all things holy that I’m near to speaking in tongues from this man’s touch, from his thick cock and his unbelievable way to make me unravel.
“This cunt is mine, angel.” He grunts as he takes me like the needy man that he is. “You didn’t think you’d get away from me that easily, did you? Be a good girl and take this fucking cock like it’s yours.”
And I do.
Dante fucks me until I’m spinning over the edge, my orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, making me scream his name, not caring who can hear. None of it matters—not anymore.
Seconds later, Dante is filling me up, his body finally slowing as he pumps into me, groaning and grunting my name as his orgasm peaks, and then he starts to come down. He plants a kiss on the neck he was just choking, as if he wants to bring pleasure to the area he just caused pain.
Slowly, Dante pulls out of me, and I immediately feel the loss of him. The subtle twinge of pain grows into a full-blown ache for him as we both try to catch our breaths.
“I’ve missed you, angel,” Dante manages through panted breaths. “I’ve missed this beautiful pussy and these perfect lips. Your unbelievable mind that pulled me in from the first night.”
He sticks two fingers inside my pussy, and then to my surprise, brings them to my mouth. I part my lips on instinct as he watches me, and I look down at his soaked fingers, traces of both of our orgasms all over them.
He sticks his fingers into my mouth, and I gratefully lick him clean.
I finally taste him—taste us.
My eyes roll back as I savor this taste, the taste of our mutual release, the salty evidence that he was here. That this was real. That this moment in time happened.
I’m so sick and tired of missing things before they’re even gone.
I finish, and he pulls his fingers from my mouth and falls to his knees. I part my legs for him, and he settles one of my legs over his shoulder as he dives face-first into my pussy, sucking and lapping our juices.
He comes up for air only long enough to mutter, “You’re coming with me.”
Coming…orcoming?
“Fuck, Dante. You can’t just…” I shake my head, everything inside me combusting with the opposing thoughts inside my head. Knowing what I want to do, but contradicting thoughts creep in, telling me we need to figure this out. “We have so much to talk about. You can’t just—”
He shushes me, and I let my head hit the wall, moaning and writhing under his touch. Once he’s finished sucking me clean, he slowly circles my clit with his tongue, sending shockwaves of lust throughout my body before he stands up and scrubs his hand over his face.
