Chapter 33 #2
Thanks for letting me know someone else was dipping in your hole three weeks ago. “That’s a wonderful idea.” If you were the last woman on earth, human extinction would be inevitable . “I have always wanted a large family. Six is a nice round number.”
Her laugh is a little nervous. “Peony can be a challenge. I was thinking one or two more.”
My eyes lift of their own accord, orientating on Carmela. Only a body is in the way. One I can’t see around. I blink a few times before I realize it’s Leon, and he’s staring straight at me with a look that says he’s going to kick my ass.
Christian puts his hand on Leon’s shoulder and leans in to say something. Leon smirks. Christian steps past him and heads straight toward me.
Helena is still talking. I should have been paying attention, but I blanked it all out.
The music changes. Christian steps neatly up beside us and smiles at Helena. “Mind if I cut in and dance with your wife, brother?”
Helena beams at him. “Christian, you’re looking handsome today.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me blush.
” He smiles at her, claps me on the shoulder, and leans in.
“She’s just gone up to their bedroom. I’ll warn you if Ettore leaves the room, yeah?
Second on the left at the top of the stairs.
” Then louder. “Later, Dante. Just going to show Helena she picked the wrong brother.”
He sweeps Helena away, her laughter with it.
I exit the small dance area. Leon is talking to Ettore and his older brother, Edoardo, but his eyes slide briefly to meet mine, and his lips twitch.
I want to strangle Christian with my bare hands for putting temptation in my path yet again.
And Leon, despite the motivational speech about not doing anything stupid, is definitely an enabler.
CARMELA
Today has played out better than I expected, but despite Leon’s reassurances, it’s still a strain, and I need a moment. The quiet as I close the bedroom door is profound, and I press my palms to my hot cheeks.
I step away from the door, then spin around as it opens.
I half expect it to be Christian. My eyes widen when it’s Dante.
“Dante? What are you?—”
I don’t get to finish the sentence as his hands cup my face and his lips close over mine. The kiss is like moonshine. A detonation going off inside my head that sets off a womb-deep, near climactic spasm.
“I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” he mutters. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Damn right, you do.” He closes his hands over my ass and lifts me. The dress is fitted, and the seams scream in protest as I wrap my legs around his waist. He stalks for the bed. “Now, I’m going to fuck you in his bed. Every time you get in it, you’ll remember that you belong to me.”
He drops me on it, coming down over me while I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“You look stunning today, Carmela. So poised, like a queen among mortal men. But every time he put his hand on you, I lost another piece of my mind.”
I’m reeling, about to tell him I feel the same, but he’s already shoved his hand under the hem of my dress and pushed it up. A fever sweeps through me. It’s been so long since I felt him inside me. Experiencing it once more is the only thing that matters. “Hurry.”
His fingers push roughly past the seam of my panties and into me. I tip my head back, arch up, and moan.
This is beyond stupid. It’s dangerous. Only, I couldn’t care less about anything but him being inside me.
I fumble for his belt. His fingers leave me, and our hands clash.
He nips my throat, and the belt suddenly comes free, the buckle landing against my thigh.
I can’t get my legs open properly because of my dress.
He seems to realize at the same time, pauses, leans up, and shoves the dress higher out of the way.
Then he stops, heaves a ragged breath, his eyes on my panties. I lost my shoes somewhere between the door and the bed, and there is no hindrance when, with a slow, deliberate movement, he peels my panties down my legs and all the way off.
Any last doubts I had about him wanting me are obliterated as his tongue swipes across his lower lip and his eyes lock on my pussy. His hand slides slowly up from my knee, up my thigh until he reaches my pussy, and two thick fingers sink into me.
The fingertips curve and press against the front wall just as his thumb wipes over my clit.
“Oh God. Please, I need to feel you inside.”
“Not God, Dante.” His cheeks are flushed, and his dark eyes hold me a prisoner. “I’m going to give you my dick just as soon as you come.”
My thoughts go into freefall. This is Dante, my first kiss, the object of my first desire, the man who should have been mine.
His skilled hands are on me, touching me intimately, his lips against my throat…
My body coils tight and then lets go in a deep, glorious climax that I feel spiral out from my core.
“Dante.” The word leaves me on a moan, and my pussy convulses over his fingers in sweet climactic waves.
DANTE
Today has been rough. Watching Ettore slide an arm around her waist and parade her around was a trial beyond all others. The imagery of his death gained greater depth with every incident. I keep telling myself soon, but it is never soon enough.
I have learned things about myself today, and further, about my feelings toward the woman coming all over my hand. What started as a noble cause has taken a sharp drop off a cliff. I want her under me like this, every night and every day. I want her dependent. Craving me and only me.
My eyes shift from her glistening pussy with my fingers buried inside to her flushed face.
One day, I’m going to do this slow and naked.
Just not today.
I slide my fingers out of her and, driven by an imperative to stake my claim, shove my pants down past my hips.
My cock has passed beyond hard and into pain.
I’m going to lose my goddamn mind if I don’t get inside her…
I line up and push, feeling her flesh yield to mine, the hot inner walls caressing my length. I’m ready to detonate.
“Look at me.”
I cup her cheek, my hand trembling. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears and so much raw emotion, it’s enough to bring me to my knees. “You were so brave today, Carmela. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I kiss her, closing my eyes, trying to block out the enticing image of me fucking her in a pool of Ettore’s blood.
My hips move, sliding out and pumping back in.
She moans into my mouth. I tighten my fingers on her jaw to keep her fucking still.
Her answer is to hook her ankles around my ass and drag me deeper in.
I tear my lips from hers, lean up, and close my fingers around the delicate column of her throat. “You want it hot and fast, baby?”
“Please. Yes. Please.”
I indulge myself at her command, fucking into her with fast, rough strokes, tightening my fingers on her throat as I burn the image of her beneath me into my mind.
I’m high on her, on her whispered moans and gasps, on her filthy gripping cunt, on the way her eyes never leave mine.
But I need to get deeper. To leave a lasting ache where I’ve been, one that will remind her of what we did here for days.
I shift my hold, hooking my hands under her knees, and spread them up and out.
Her mouth pops open on a silent scream with the next thrust.
My grin feels a little feral. There, that’s the spot. I swear my dick gets even harder as I pound that magic spot and watch her come apart.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
Her hot, tight pussy, and the image of her unraveling are a volatile combination. I’m gone for her and don’t ever want to be saved. My climax is inevitable, a boiling wave manifesting a tingle in the base of my spine before I empty into her, dumping hot cum at the entrance of her womb.
We are both breathing heavily.
Then I lift my head, and my eyes lock with Christian’s. He’s sitting casually in a carver chair that faces the bed, watching.
Tension slams into me and then cuts me loose just as quickly when I realize it’s not a threat.
Then a dark, unwholesome sensation is burrowing into the center of my chest, and my heart beats a discordant rhythm.
He is far too familiar and far too at ease.
My brother was never entirely right, but this is unequivocally wrong.
“How does she feel?” he asks softly.
Carmela gasps. If I wasn’t pinning her to the bed, I’m sure she’d have levitated right off it.
“Hush. It’s okay.” Instinctively, I soothe her, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead. But all the while, I’m looking at Christian, taking him in. His pose may be relaxed, but his dark eyes are intense… feral even.
Not as unbothered as he’s trying to make out.
An unhealthy soup of rage, disbelief, and deep betrayal slam into me.
I’m still inside her.
Still. Fucking. Inside. Her.
Carmela shoves at my chest. I ignore her.
“You tell me. You’ve had more experience inside her pussy than I have.”
He smirks. It lights the fuse on the last of my sanity.
I want to fuck her again.
I want to fuck him up.
He’s my brother. He’s always had my back. But if he’s done what I think he’s done, I’m going to end the motherfucker.
CARMELA
“Get out.”
I shove hard at Dante’s chest. His jaw is locked so tight it’s a wonder he hasn’t cracked a tooth.
The aggression he’s directing at Christian is off the charts. If they’re going to go at one another, I don’t want to be underneath one of them when that happens. He finally redirects his focus to me.
“Both of you, get the fuck out of my room!”
Christian leaves first. Whatever his mission was here, the objective must have been met. I’m guessing he never told Dante about us and decided that today, and while Dante was inside me, was the best option.
What can I say? The man invokes violent tendencies in me. From the look on Dante’s face, he’s feeling violent, too.
Only now the guilt threatens to suffocate me, even though I have no damn reason to feel it.
Dante pulls out of me, but slowly. A tic is thumping in his jaw, and his expression is bleak.
I wince. Christian is not exactly a small man down there, but it’s not like we have sex that often, and either way, I’m yet to be convinced I will ever get used to this.
“I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is measured; his rage banked for now. His eyes are on my pussy before I snap my legs shut. He shoves his cock into his boxer briefs and fumbles to fasten his zipper and belt. “Let me get you a cloth.”
“Save it.” I’m shaking, and a mess of hurt and conflict.
But I push down the skirt of my dress and sit up, resolute in the face of no alternative.
“I can’t do this now, Dante. And I can clean myself up.
As Christian just alluded, I’m used to generously endowed Barone men trying to rearrange my internal organs… ”
“Jesus Christ. I’m going to—” He throws a look heavenward and chuckles.
I snicker, too, but the humor fades fast. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t—”
“That you found out like this.” Yeah, I’m done apologizing to the world.
His eyes are on me again, and in them, I see a mix of vulnerability and wrath.
Well, fuck him. “It’s your wedding day. You married someone else. It’s been a really long year, Dante. I regret many things, but surprisingly, Christian is not one of them. Now, please leave. You have to. I don’t think my heart can take any more rollercoaster rides today.”
He nods, turns away, then turns back, takes my jaw in a bruising hold, and kisses me like he hates me.
And then, he too is gone.
I heave myself up and lock myself in my bathroom. Somehow, I’m not dead. Just the lingering soreness where Dante pounded the entrance to my womb and the mind fuck of Christian sitting down to watch.
If either brother so much as breathes in my direction, they better hope I have no sharp implements within reaching distance.