14. Dante
Chapter 14
Dante
Lia stares wide eyed at me as I lay her onto the stateroom bed. Her dark hair falls onto the pillow and her lips part, waiting.
She’s a fucking goddess.
My goddess.
I want her so much; I ache to have control over her body and heart. But right now it’s my dick that is aching. Nothing too different there. I’ve jerked off every night; before sleep; even waking in my sleep because I can’t switch off every dirty thought in my head. Every carnal desire I want to do to her.
I want her pouty lips around my cock, sucking and licking while I twist her hair around my hand. Before I fuck her sweet pussy any and every way possible. But tonight, if she turns me down, I’ll be just as happy to sleep beside her. Hold her body against mine while I protect her as she sleeps.
Her blue-eyed gaze meets mine again as I trail my fingers along the softest skin I’ve ever felt. She shivers, causing goosebumps to break out over her arms and electricity to charge the air between us.
She smiles at me and for a heartbeat; it feels like it could be just us.
No mafia.
No warring families.
No danger.
Just me and Lia against the world.
I plant a quick kiss on her lips and whisper in her ear, “I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” I kiss the skin beside her ear, then underneath until I’ve planted little kisses all the way to her neck.
“I want to do everything,” she murmurs.
I smile against her neck as I pull at the hem of her top and drag it upward until she’s only in her bikini. Her breasts rising and falling begging to be touched, as are her nipples that are now hard against the scrap of fabric still covering her tits.
“I’ve missed you.”
My breath catches. “Fuck, Lia. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear that?” I groan, my gaze gliding over her body and back to her face.
It feels like an eternity since I’ve seen her with that sparkle in her eyes.
I’m longing for her desperately, and I can already sense my grip on self-control slipping away. My cock throbs against my pants. I’m so fucking turned on, but that’s what she does to me.
And despite my desperation, for a moment, I stare at her slightly parted lips, her heavy-lidded eyes. The way her body is arching for my hand as I lightly touch her waist.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur, making her body tremble.
“Am I?”
I straddle her thighs, high up, away from her wound. “Perfect in every way.” I press my hard cock against her core. “Do you feel what you do to me? Know what you’ve done to me since the day I saw you when you were sixteen years old? Seeing the woman I knew I was going to marry.”
“You were pretty adamant.”
“I was. I had five years of being celibate while I waited for you.”
“You were?” Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. “In Las Vegas, that was your first time for five years.”
“You were worth waiting for, but damn, once I had you in my bed, I could hardly contain myself. I wanted every inch of you. Including the ring on your finger because I wanted the world to know you were mine.”
“I thought…”
“I know what you thought. And that’s my fault. I’ll do nothing like that to you ever again. But I couldn’t exactly tell you about my plan. Or that my father is not actually married to your stepmother.”
“What?”
I smile. “The ceremony took place, but not the marriage certificate. It was all a ruse.”
“Does she know?”
“Oh yes. She’s still convinced her and my father will be an item one day.”
Lia widens her eyes before her lips curve upward. “They’re not?”
A wide smile spreads across my face as I shake my head in sheer delight at finally being able to tell her. “She has an enormous amount of money in her bank account to keep quiet and a promise from my father to find her a rich husband.”
“Why?” Then realization dawns. “Dominic told me it was to protect me because my identity was known,” she says.
“It was because I couldn’t keep you a secret forever. I had to make a move. Antonio made sure Jove contacted you in Las Vegas to cover your eyes with sunglasses and a hat in Mexico.”
“Antonio was on board at that point?” she asks.
“He was, but then when he saw the way the other leaders and worse Ricardo looked at you, he wanted it to stop.”
“I suppose that was my fault for going to the Bianchi party when I was younger.”
I shake my head. “Ricardo never had a clue who you were. He just wanted to be in your panties.”
Pure surprise coats her eyes before a massive smile curves on her beautiful face. “I want you in my panties. I’m sure my hormones are increasing.”
I eagerly remove her bikini top, relishing the sensation of her soft skin beneath my hands, a contrast to how taut and erect her nipples feel as I squeeze them with my palms.
“You want me to touch you, baby?” I ask with a hunger that consumes me. “Like this?”
The sound of her soft mewling fills the air, her eyes lost in a hazy daze as she melts into me. Her chest rises and falls with each light whimper.
“Goddamn, baby,” I growl. “You don’t know how much power you have over me.”
"Do I?" She's so fucking perfect, she doesn't know what she could make me do.
My hand glides down to her stomach, tracing the place my babies are growing before slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini and dragging the fabric down her legs.
I inhale, taking in the smell of her sun lotion, but nothing smells like her arousal. She’s strawberry and ice-cream, so fucking sweet that my teeth ache.
My hands slide back up her legs and when I touch between her thighs, a deep groan escapes me.
“You’re aching for this.” I breathe against her ear as I slide my thumb over her pulsating core.
"Yes," she moans.
Me too.
I kiss her lips as I slide two fingers through her wet heat. Loving how much she pulsates around me. How her back arches to meet my touch.
“Please?”
“I can feel how much you’re ready for me.”
I’m no different. She’s throbbing, writhing against me, and my cock is so hard it feels like an iron bar.
Another moan departs her lips as her eyelids flutter and close. “I really need to come.”
Not yet.
My fingers slip away from her as I jump off the bed and shrug off my clothes until I’m only in my boxer shorts.
She nods, urging me on.
I chuckle as I peel down my boxers to reveal my solid erection. Her eyes are on my dick, taking me in as I do to her while licking her lips.
Wrapping my fist around my length, I stroke while gazing down at her through heavy-lidded eyes.
She arches her back on the bed, hands curled around the sheets, desperate for me to fuck her. And to be honest, it takes all of my willpower not to thrust my cock into her right now.
But when I continue pumping my dick, Lia pouts, which makes me chuckle, and I lean down to pepper kisses on her cheek, face, and her lips. “Patience.”
As she adjusts her legs and lifts her hips, her eagerness is clear. “I want your perfect dick inside me.”
I smile. “Glad you like it.”
“I love it.” Her face flushes and her breathing speeds up as she looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes.
I smirk down at her. “Good, and Lia.”
“Yes, Dante.”
“Remember, I love you, because when your hair is wrapped around my hand, and I’m fucking you hard, you might not believe me.” I whisper huskily, kissing her on the lips once more.
“You know I like it rough.” Like a captivating vixen, she bites down on her lower lip.
“Good. Because you’re going to be screaming my name all night long. And then, when we’re both sated, I’m going to sleep with my cock inside you." I smile. "You know I don’t want to leave you ever again."
My words cause her to gasp, then laugh. “Whoa there, big boy. You're going to make me come without touching me.”
I laugh as I pull her body toward the edge of the bed. Her ankles hook around my thighs as I press one hand beside her face while the other strokes my aching cock. One … two … three pumps and then I slide it along her drenched slit.
We both groan.
“Is that nice, baby?”
“Oh, yeah.” Her gaze flickers between my face and my cock. She nibbles her lip.
My lips curl into a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy?”
“I’m not worried. I’m thrilled.”
I chuckle. “You’re fucking perfect, wife.”
After teasing and torturing us both for too long, we’re both desperate to fuck.
I slide my dick through her heat one last time.
Her mouth parts as she whimpers. Her eyes are almost closed. She’s loving it, panting, as she moves her hips to angle up to meet my erection.
Then I pull away to her gasps, drop to my knees and press kisses along her thigh.
“Dante, I need you.” Her voice is raspy but turns into a moan when I suck on her clit. “Oh, yes.”
I smile against her pussy, and then slide my tongue along her slit, causing her to shiver.
My thumb circles her clit and her legs tremble as she gets closer, but I don’t stop. I love her sweer flavor.
“You’re perfect,” I groan against her pussy lips. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
She moans my name over and over.
She’s so close, I know by the way her pussy grinds against my mouth.
I know because I remember everything she does.
Her legs wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. “I’m … I’m going… Oh, God … Keep going.” Her voice quietens to a whimper and I’m going to come without being inside her.
I can’t get enough of her.
Devouring like this is my last meal.
Faster. Harder.
“Oh God, Oh Yes, Dante…”
I won't stop.
I grip her tight as she thrashes.
I hold her until her body trembles and her legs shudder against my face.
I keep licking as an almighty moan tears from her throat.
I don’t stop as she climaxes against my tongue.
When she finally speaks again, her heavy-lidded eyes are on me as she whispers, "Now I want to taste you."
I growl, which makes her laugh. Obviously thoroughly pleased with herself as she takes my hand and drags me, willingly, onto the bed.
I eagerly flip onto my back, and she scoots between my legs. Settling her bottom onto her heels. Her eyes fall to mine. “Tell me how you like it.”
“Come here and kiss me first.”
She rises on her knees and crawls forward before lowering and settling on my chest. “So you killed a man for me?”
“One?” I wrap my arms around her, kissing the tip of her nose. Her eyes widen, but the shock is countered with a sigh of satisfaction. “Give me the name of any person who hurts you and I will either ruin their life or take it.”
“Romantic.”
The corners of my mouth rise instantly.
She stares for a moment. Our eyes lock. “You’re a beautiful man, Dante,” she says, reaching up to touch my face.
I close my eyes and turn my head toward her touch.
My voice chokes as I say, “Nobody is as beautiful as you. Nobody is you. Now kiss me.”
I pull her against my body and kiss my wife.
Just like every time since leaving Vegas, I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She slips her fingers into my hair and sinks her body on mine, and kisses me back like she needs me.
And it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
Desire unfurls inside me.
I sweep my tongue against hers. The kiss is hard and passionate before I wrap one arm around her back and the other entwines in her hair and I devour her.
She breaks away, and stares at me, gasping.
I want to kiss her again.
But she pulls away and reaches her hand between us, wrapping her warm fingers around my erection. “How do you like it?”
My eyes snap open as I groan. “You don’t have to reciprocate.”
Her voice rises as she says, “Dante, I’m not reciprocating. I want to do this for you ... and for me.”
My heart hammers against my rib cage as she crawls down my body until she sits between my thighs again.
She takes my cock in one hand, squeezing the shaft.
“Lower,” I say, guiding her hand lower until it’s around the base. “Now squeeze it, but not too tightly, and slide your hand up the length.”
She giggles. “It is quite the length.”
I smile—then groan. “That’s good. Keep doing that.” Her touch is like I’m being wrapped in the softest silk—only her mouth will feel better.
Her hand glides up my cock again, stopping just under the crown, where she strokes her thumb over the wet slit. She lowers her face until her mouth is so close to my dick; I think I’ll prematurely come.
Her tongue darts out, licking at the wetness on the top.
She looks at me through her dark lashes, watching my every move. She opens her mouth and asks, “Is it okay?”
“It’s fucking incredible,” I groan. My breaths are light and rapid as excitement courses through my veins.
A giggle leaves her mouth before she covers the end again, lapping at the crown and slit like a kitten.
My muscles tense and I’m sweating like a distance runner.
I’m so fucking turned on.
I hold the base as she sucks on the engorged end. I need to calm the fuck down. But when her hand slides down my shaft, her grip stronger, her mouth hotter, I nearly combust.
I reach out and curl my hand in her hair. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing amazing.”
Her hand moves faster as she swirls her tongue around and her mouth takes more and more of me inside it.
Her momentum is perfect, sucking and licking, while my balls ache and I’m falling apart.
I want to fuck her mouth.
I want to come down her throat.
“Open your mouth and slide your tongue along the length.”
She does as I ask.
My cock throbs.
My balls are ready to explode.
My whole body tingles with a stirring pleasure that is growing stronger with every slide of her tongue.
Holding her hair, I quicken her pace.
She hums against my shaft, which does nothing to calm the desire building in my groin. I’m going to shoot so quickly she won’t get to taste a drop.
I release her hair and let her take over as I relish every perfect slide down my shaft.
Her hand lowers onto my balls and squeezes while I fuck her mouth.
I pull her off my dick and with a low groan, I say, “I’m gonna come.”
She smiles. “I know, husband, and I’m going to taste every drop.” Her mouth latches on my dick again and that’s it.
My thighs jerk upward.
She gags, but doesn’t stop as my body shakes.
My heart is pounding.
My dick is throbbing.
I’m panting.
My balls are so fucking tight, I’m going to...
“Ah—Oh, yes—Oh. My … Lia...”
My cock pulses as hot liquid bursts into her mouth.
She doesn’t release me. With each thrust of my hips, she sucks around my crown, taking every drop I give her.
And only when I stop jerking does she sit back and gaze at me with a grin that spreads across her face. She reaches her finger to her lip, takes the wetness and licks her finger.
“Do I taste good, baby?” I ask.
“The best … you taste like mine.”