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He groans and rolls me onto the mattress beside him. From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse at the white-caps and sandy beach stretching out through the sliding glass doors. Going to sleep with the sound of the ocean singing in the background mingled with our ragged breaths is the only way to do it, in my opinion.
Dante climbs on top of me, his erection still heavy on my thigh. “I hate to say it, Rose, but I have to run a quick errand.”
“What?” I whine. And here I am getting ready for round two.
He grabs his phone and flashes the screen at me so quickly I can’t make out a single thing. “Tony just messaged me this morning. Something came up on the North Shore. It’s urgent and since we’re out here anyway, I can quickly take care of it.”
“Why can’t you send Aldo?”
Dante rolls his eyes. “Sweetheart, Aldo can’t handle this sort of thing.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I nearly melt into a puddle from the uncharacteristically sweet gesture. “But I’ll be back in two hours tops.” He drops his mouth to my breast and sucks my nipple into a sharp point. My back arches at the thrill of sensations. “So don’t get dressed. Wait for me in bed because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
A ripple of excitement surges up my spine, and another unstoppable smile spreads my lips. “Is that all we’re going to do out here, Dante? Fuck and sleep?”
He shrugs, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “We gotta eat too, baby.” He crawls down between my legs and drags his tongue across my clit. I nearly buck from the unexpected lavishing. “And I’m starving for that pussy.”
Heat races up said pussy and blossoms across my cheeks. Gawd, this man is ravenous.
He pushes himself off the mattress, grunting from the effort.
“Do you really have to go?” I totally whine again.
“Yes, this is personal, sweetheart. But I promise, I’ll be back before you know it, and Aldo will be stationed at the front door the whole time. You’ll be safe.” He ticks his head at the bathroom door as he steps into his discarded boxers. “Take a nice, relaxing bath while I’m gone because you’re going to be sore as hell once I’ve had my way with you.”
CHAPTER39
I’M NOT OKAY
Dante
Blood stains my hands, embedded in my fingernails as I march down the pebble walkway. A part of me is loath to scrub it off. I need to remember thatfiglio di puttana, every second of torture I inflicted. The monster inside was ravenous after witnessing Rose’s tormented state. It had taken every ounce of my restraint not to strangle the motherfucker right at her dad’s house. Then I had to wait all night. Every time I tried to sneak out of bed, a sigh or some other ridiculously cute noise would flee Rose’s lips, locking me in place. Then I’d get hard again, and I’d wake her up just to worship at that beautiful pussy one more time.
Now the monster is satiated. Thebastardowho dared hurt what’s mine is dead. I’d watched him endure the slow torture of bleeding out after I’d cut off each of his appendages, starting with that filthy cock. The punishment was too short for my liking, but I hated leaving Rose alone. Even with Aldo. I’d been gone just over an hour and already, I felt her absence acutely.
Dio, what that woman has done to me….
I’d fought so hard to conquer my addiction, but this one, my obsession with her is one I’ll never overcome. Nor did I want to.Merda, I want her at my side constantly. Forever. That unfamiliar sensation invades my chest, the tightening of my ribs, the fullness of my heart. I’ve tried to avoid it my whole life because it scares me shitless. But after yesterday, it’s impossible to ignore.
Fuck, I’m in love with Rose.
The realization comes sharp and quick, like a shot to the arm, followed by that euphoric feeling flooding my veins. I. Love. Rose.
My feet move more quickly, in a desperate race to reach the car, to get to Rose. Panic crushes my chest, and I freeze with my hand on the doorhandle. What would I say? What kind of a life can I offer her? My future is as clear as a fog-shrouded night, where every step forward feels uncertain. The only certainty is I can’t survive without her.
Just get in the car, you coglione. This time I recognize the voice in my head, it’s Papà. He was the only idiot that ever believed in me, wanted more for me. I’d been the one who fucked everything up.
I slide into the Town Car, jab my finger into the ignition and peel out of the driveway. I’ve already got my guys on the way to clean up the mess. He’ll never make his flight back to Florida. No one will ever find dear old Uncle John. I hope you rot in hell,pezzo di merda.
Papà taught us lots of things, but the one that stuck the most with me was how to clean up after ourselves. My thoughts whirl to the past, to a conversation with my father when I was just a kid.
Papà sits in the kitchen, dragging his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A torn envelope and shredded piece of paper lie in front of him. I was supposed to be at soccer with Luca, but I ditched practice and snuck home. I didn’t think anyone would be here. There’s something about Papà’s tortured expression that has me backpedaling. But it’s too late. He lifts his gaze to mine and fear tightens my ribcage. I’ve never seen him like this, so desperate, so tormented.
“Dante,che fai qui?” he barks as he crumples the paper in his fist. What am I doing here? I almost ask what he’s doing here.
“I wasn’t feeling great, so I skipped practice.”
His dark brows furrow as he regards me. “Stai bene?”
A stab of guilt invades my chest at the worried look in his eye. “Yeah, I’m okay, Papà, just my stomach or something,” I lie.
