AllFreeNovel
Share Us
A groan escapes through my clenched teeth, and I pump my shaft harder, faster. Squeezing my eyes closed, I picture my cock sliding into Rose’s pussy, in and in and in, spreading her open until I’m balls deep inside her. I can almost see the flush of her cheeks, the curve of her mouth as she calls out my name when I nail her to the bed board.
One last pump and the orgasm rips through me. Fiery pleasure tears through every inch of me with those brilliant blue eyes plastered across my vision. A spray of warmth fills my fist as I finish myself off with my gaze fixed on Rose’s innocent face. Damn, I could just imagine that dirty little mouth filled with my cock and my cum dripping down her chin. I squeeze my eyes closed again as I ride out the last waves of pleasure.
One day, sweetheart. One day I’ll have you, when all this shit is behind us.
Grabbing a tissue box from the nightstand, I wipe myself off before dipping into the bathroom.
When I emerge, feeling slightly less strung tight, I force myself back into the chair and prop the MacBook on my lap. Compelling my gaze to the overflowing email inbox, I sort through the first twenty, deleting most. I can’t believe my brother deals with this bullshit all the time. Since assuming the roll as interim CEO, I must have gotten a million emails. This bureaucratic bull is enough to send anyone to an early grave. Hell, I’d dig it up and jump in myself.
Give me the thrill of the streets any day.
A soft sigh sends my gaze shooting over the screen again. Rose murmurs something in her sleep. I close my laptop again and set it on the nightstand. Fuck it, I’m not getting anything done tonight. Then I kneel on the mattress, leaning over her like apazzotrying to make out her incoherent mutterings.
“Dante….”
That one word on her lips, and I’m hard again. All that work for nothing.
“Dante, please help….”
A cry rips through her lips, and her eyes snap open. I’m leaning over her like a real-life psychopath, and I half expect her to scream again. Only she doesn’t. It’s so much worse.
Her arms wind around my neck and coax me into the bed beside her. With a sleepy yawn, she takes my arm and places it beneath her neck and then curls the other around her waist, pressing her ass into my quickly returning erection.
Damn it.
“Thank you,” she murmurs as she weaves her fingers between mine, trapping me against her body. Her soft exhales fill the minute space between us a second later.
I remain perfectly still, mentally cursing my brother for placing this woman’s life in my hands. I’m not cut out for this shit. As soon as I’m certain she’s asleep, I try to wriggle my arm out from under her head, but the moment I move, she groans, then sinks her ass deeper against my cock.
Mannaggia alla miseria.
Looks like I’ll be the only one not getting any sleep tonight.
* * *
I rub my eyes and stare at the computer screen, cursing the hundreds of emails that appeared overnight. Clara would have my head if I didn’t at least pretend to read them. Contracts from the commissioner, the mayor, reports from the zoning committee. Ugh, it’s a nightmare of paperwork. Only Luca could handle this bureaucratic B.S.
My thoughts whirl to the past, to the conversation I had with Papà that changed everything all those years ago.
“Swear to me, Dante. Swear it now.” Papà’s thick accent fills the dark kitchen as he jabs a big finger into my chest. It’s just past midnight and Ma and Luca are already asleep. I’d come home for the weekend from Cornell so Mamma could do my laundry.
“No,” I bark. “You worked so hard to build Re Industries, why would you want us to give it up?”
“You know very well why,figlio mio.”
Papà had long been the right-hand man to the Esposito crime family. Coincidentally, Stella’s grandfather. They ruled all of Manhattan, long before the Red Dragons, the Irish, the Russians, any of them. Then the old man died, and without any male heirs, the field was left wide open. Papà stepped in, using the company he’d started back in Italy as a front for the operation. And so, the Kings were born.
I’d begged Papà to let me in on the family business, but I’d just been accepted to Cornell, on a scholarship no less, so he shipped me off to college. Back then, I wasn’t just a smartass. Papà had such high hopes for me.
“I can do it, Papà. I can make a legitimate business out of it.”
“No, it’s too late. The name Re Industries will always be tainted with rumors of the mob. I do not want that for you or Luca. You both deserve better. When I’m gone, let the company die with me.”
My lips twist, a pang of pity for my father and everything he’d accomplished rising to the surface. He fought so hard when he arrived in New York City to provide a better life for his family. And he had.
“Promise me, Dante.” He frames my cheeks with his warm, calloused hands, raw emotion streaking across his dark eyes. “Swear it on my grave, that you will never assume your roll as heir. I don’t want this for you. You’re capable of so much more.”
“Lo giuro, Papà,” I grit out.
