Chapter 27
Dante
I fucked up.
Even I can see that, and I don’t make a habit of acknowledging my mistakes. But my wife? She’s the exception to everything. Not that it changes a damn thing about the way my cock has been rock fucking hard all night.
Ever since she descended that staircase, wrapped in a dress that should be outlawed, I’ve been teetering on the edge of sanity. A masterpiece of temptation, sheer enough to drive any man to his knees. I know she isn’t wearing a bra. If I had to guess, nor panties either. The thought alone makes my fingers twitch with the need to slip beneath the fabric, push her legs apart, and feel just how wet she is.
A present, perfectly wrapped just for me to unravel.
And just when I thought I couldn’t possibly become more obsessed with my wife, she shot that fucking bitch. And that sealed it.
I halted Marta before she could so much as graze my cock, but I should have cast her aside the moment she dared trespass into my space. That was my failing. Not acting with the immediacy she deserved. Not deeming her existence worthy of my notice, until the damage had already been done.
And Harlow saw everything.
That’s the fire burning in her eyes now, not just fury, but something deeper, far more dangerous.
I watch my wife, taking in the slight part of her lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest. There’s anger, yes, but beneath it lies hunger—a hunger that mirrors mine, that has my restraint hanging by a thread.
Her gaze locks onto mine, dark, unflinching, threaded with challenge. She doesn’t look away.
And without breaking eye contact, she leans forward, a slow, knowing smirk playing at her lips as she presses the button on the panel beside her. The tinted privacy screen glides up, sealing us in, shutting out the world.
My patience snaps.
I grip the back of her neck, pulling her to me, dragging her onto my lap. Our mouths collide, brutal, desperate, a war of teeth and tongues. She meets my hunger with equal ferocity, hands clawing at my jacket, nails scraping over my jaw as she grinds against me. Between ragged breaths, she bites at my lower lip, her voice cutting through the haze.
“I’m still fucking livid, so don’t mistake this for anything more than what it is. I’m just tired of using my fingers when I could be coming on your cock instead.”
I smirk against her mouth, dragging my hands down her back, palming her ass.
“As I said, leonessa, your jealousy is very much welcomed.”
I capture her lips again, swallowing the little growl she gives me.
“I know I fucked up.”
My words are hot against her skin, lips trailing down the column of her throat.
“I should have stopped her sooner. But she never touched me.”
Harlow tilts her head back, exposing more of her throat for me, but her next words are pure fire.
“She shouldn't have gotten that close to you in the first place.”
I grip her hips, grinding her against my hardened cock.
“It won’t happen again, leonessa.”
My voice is a vow.
“Now let me kiss you.”
She lets me.
For the rest of the drive, we devour each other. The car rolls to a stop, and we break apart, breathless, lips swollen, a mess of smudged lipstick and heated stares.
Harlow slides off my lap, smoothing down her dress, adjusting her hair. I watch her, my eyes dark, my patience long gone.
“Stay here.”
I say stepping out first, straightening my jacket.
I survey our surroundings, my men standing at rigid attention.
“That bastard got too close today.”
My voice is lethal in its precision.
“Our bedroom is sacred. Make sure that mistake is never repeated.”
I turn to my men, my gaze glacial.
“If it happens again, you’ll pay for it with your fucking lives.”
They nod in unison.
Satisfied, I round the car, opening Harlow’s door, and haul her into my arms. She gasps, her hands instinctively clutching my shoulders.
“Dante, I can walk.”
“I know.”
I smirk, tightening my grip.
Behind us, Mario and Leonardo chuckle, but I don’t spare them a glance. My focus is singular.
I stride through the house, relentless in my pace, not stopping until we reach our bedroom. The moment we step inside, I push the door open and kick it shut behind us. As I set Harlow down, she tilts her head, eyes gleaming with challenge.
Neither of us moves. The air crackles, heavy with everything unsaid. Then, we collide.
Lips. Teeth. Hands.
I grip her hips, pinning her against the door, devouring every sound she makes.
She’s the one who breaks away first, palming my chest, shoving me back just enough to force a step between us.
Without breaking eye contact, she turns and walks to the bed, sinking onto it, owning the moment. Owning me.
Her breathing is ragged, her eyes burning into mine. And then, in a voice so low, so devastatingly sure, it threatens to fucking ruin me.
“Kneel.”
A slow smirk curves at my lips.
“There isn’t a soul, living or dead, who could bring me to my knees.”
Harlow holds my gaze. “And yet…”
She tilts her head, eyes gleaming.
“Here I stand.”
Fuck.
I hold her stare, unmoving, a war raging beneath my skin. I don’t kneel. Not for anyone.
Still, this woman, my woman, has commanded it.
My pride and my will clash, a battle fought in silence. But then, I realize the truth, the one that has been seeping into my bones since the moment I laid eyes on her. There is nothing I would deny. Nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her craving, to keep her mine.
Fuck it.
I drop to my knees before her. Not out of weakness, but because she is mine, and I am hers. My hands skim up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing her bare, waiting pussy. I grip her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed, forcing her to lie back beneath me.
My voice is nothing but hunger.
“Spread those legs for me, leonessa.”
And she does.
I drag my tongue over her clit, slow at first, teasing, savouring, before I circle it. She lets out a loud, desperate moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging hard, forcing me deeper. I smirk against her needy pussy, revelling in her impatience before I give in.
Like a starved man, I devour her.
I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy, curling them just right as my tongue works her at the same time. Her thighs quiver, her body locking up, tension coiling tighter and tighter, until it snaps. I suck her clit into my mouth, hard and merciless, flicking my tongue over the swollen nub before grazing it lightly with my teeth. Her entire body jerks, a strangled moan escaping her throat as her fingers tighten in my hair, yanking, pulling, forcing me deeper.
She clenches around my fingers, a wrecked moan tearing from her lips as she shatters. Her first orgasm rips through her, raw and uncontrollable, her back arching as she cries out my name.
I don’t stop.
I lap up every drop, stroking her clit with my tongue, savouring her taste as I push her higher, dragging her straight into another orgasm.
I drag my tongue over her clit once more, basking in her taste, the way she still trembles beneath me. Her body is flushed, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
I lift my head, locking eyes with her. She looks wrecked. Perfectly ruined. Mine.
Her lips part, a desperate whisper slipping out.
“I need you. Now.”
A slow, wicked smile curls my lips.
“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”
My voice is rough, teasing, dripping with satisfaction.
She doesn’t deny it.
I rise to my feet, towering over her as I shrug off my jacket, tossing it aside. Her eyes track my movements, dark and hungry as her hands move to my shirt. She doesn’t unbutton, she yanks. Fabric tears, buttons flying as she drags it open, her fingers gliding over the hard planes of my chest, nails scraping just enough to sting.
“Impatient, are we?”
I murmur, but I let her. I let her rip me apart.
My belt follows, then my slacks. I kick them aside, standing before her in just my boxer briefs, my cock straining against the fabric, thick and painfully hard. Her gaze drops, and her breath hitches.
I push my boxers down, freeing myself, wrapping a fist around my cock, giving it a few slow strokes. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
She crawls forward, shifting onto her knees at the edge of the bed. Her fingers wrap around my length, stroking once, twice, dragging her nails lightly along the underside. My jaw tightens, my cock twitching under her touch.
“You're almost too big.”
She murmurs, her voice pure sin.
She moves closer, her lips part, but she holds back.
I narrow my eyes.
“What is it?”
She looks up, lashes fluttering, cheeks slightly flushed.
“You have to tell me what to do.”
That stills me.
A slow, wicked smirk curves my lips. I tilt her chin up with my knuckles, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You don’t know?”
She bites her lip, shifting slightly.
“I’ve never done this before.”
I arch a brow.
“Don’t fucking tell me you’re a virgin.”
Her eyes flash. “No.”
Jealousy rips through my veins like gasoline thrown onto a fire.
“Then why?”
My voice is dark, taunting.
She exhales, shifting again.
“I’ve had sex before, but… I’ve never gone down on a man. It felt too intimate.”
Something inside me snaps. My cock twitches in her grip, painfully hard, pulsing. I cup her jaw, thumb tracing her bottom lip.
“With pleasure, Leonessa. I’ll teach you.”
Her pupils blow wide.
“But never speak of another man again.”
My voice is pure venom, possessive and raw.
“Because if I ever hear another name from your lips, I’ll hunt them down and kill them for ever laying a fucking finger on you.”
I guide her hand, tightening her grip around me.
“Now, open your mouth.”
She obeys, tentative and unsure.
“Wrap those pretty lips around me.”
Her breath hitches, but she listens. Her lips close around the tip, warm, wet, fucking perfect.
“Good girl. Now take me deeper.”
She lowers her head, slowly, inch by inch. I groan, feeling the tight heat of her mouth, the slight tremble of her hands.
“Breathe through it.”
She does. Her tongue flicks out, tentative, swirling. I curse, fisting her hair, controlling her pace.
“Fuck, just like that.”
And before she can tease again, I shove myself deeper into her mouth. She gags, but I don’t let up.
“Relax that throat, leonessa. Take me deeper.”
Her nails sink into my thighs, and fuck, I’m close.
I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me.
“Swallow me.”
She obeys, her throat tightening around me, and I snarl, my entire body locking up as I come, flooding her mouth.
She takes it all.
Swallowing every drop, her throat bobbing, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I let go of her hair, watching as she pulls back, wiping the corner of her mouth, cheeks flushed, lips wet.
A slow, lazy smirk tugs at my lips.
“That was the worst blowjob I’ve ever had.”
She freezes.
I grip her jaw, tilting her chin up, eyes locking onto hers.
“And the fucking best.”
My voice lowers, dark and hoarse.
“Because it was you.”
Her nostrils flare. Her eyes darken.
And then, the tables turn.
“Don't fucking talk about you with other women.”
Her voice is sharp, dripping in venom.
“Unless you want me to hunt them down and kill them myself.”
I throw my head back and laugh, deep and low.
“Fuck, Leonessa.”
I smirk, dragging my mouth over the shell of her ear.
“If you wanted to prove you own me, you could have just said so.”
My cock twitches, still thick, still aching, still ready.
It doesn’t escape her notice. Her lips part, eyes flicking downward, widening slightly before they lift back to mine. A slow smirk curves her lips.
“Ravenous.”
I mirror her expression, dangerous, taunting. “For you?”
I grip her chin, forcing her eyes on mine. “Always.”
I grab her wrist, yanking her forward, dragging her onto the bed beneath me. My body cages hers in, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I trail my hand down her stomach, over the dip of her waist, the softness of her thighs. My fingers slide between them, coating themselves in her slick heat.
“So fucking wet for me.”
My voice is raw, pure filth. I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them, teasing, working her open.
She shudders, her nails sinking into my back. And just as I position myself between her legs, she grips my wrist. “Condom.”
I still, eyes locked on hers. And then I shake my head. “No.”
Her brow arches, but I don’t give her a chance to speak.
“I won’t have any barrier between me and my wife.”
My voice is low, firm, final.
“I’m clean. I’m tested. I’ve never gone without before.”
A flicker of reluctance passes through her before she exhales. “Me too.”
She holds my gaze.
“I’m on birth control.”
I run my fingers up her thigh, gripping her knee, spreading her open wider beneath me.
“Then nothing stops me from taking what’s mine.”
I thrust in with one hard stroke. She gasps, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.
“Dante, oh my God.”
Her walls clench around me, tight, perfect, heaven. I groan, gritting my teeth as I give her a moment to adjust.
“Fuck, Leonessa.”
My head drops forward, lips brushing the corner of her mouth.
“You feel like fucking sin.”
I pull back slow, agonizing, then slam back in, setting a brutal, merciless rhythm. She meets me stroke for stroke, hips lifting, nails dragging down my back, wrecking me.
“Dante, faster.”
I growl, gripping the back of her thigh, angling her just right as I pound into her deeper, harder.
“Is this what you want?”
My voice is gravel, my control fraying.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I slam into her harder, deeper, my name a chant from her lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me down, kissing me, biting my lip, her legs wrapping around me, heels digging into my ass.
I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. A surprised gasp leaves her lips before I grab her hips, dragging her up to her knees, aligning myself with her soaked pussy. I thrust back in, her back arching, a moan breaking from her lips.
“Look at you,”
I rasp, gripping her hips, slamming into her with ruthless precision. I slide a hand up her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as I fuck her.
“You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
She moans, breathless.
I spank her ass hard, watching as the skin flushes red beneath my palm. She gasps, then moans, fucking moans.
“You like that?”
I spank her again, then grip her jaw, forcing her head back, forcing her to look at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes are wild, glazed with pleasure, utterly wrecked.
“I love it.”
She breathes, her tongue sweeping slowly over her lips. I groan, pounding into her so deep she keens.
“Fuck, Leonessa. Come for me.”
She shatters, her body clenching around me, dragging me under with her. I thrust deep one last time, growling against her skin as I spill inside her, filling her up, marking her as mine in every way possible.
She collapses onto the bed, breathless, shaking, completely spent. I roll beside her, pulling her against my chest, running a hand down her back, soothing.
She exhales, lips curving into something smug.
“Don’t think this means I’m not still furious with you.”
I smirk, trailing my fingers between her legs, feeling the mess we made. “Good.”
My voice is rough, satisfaction curling each syllable.
“That means round two will be even better. Angry sex is the best, after all”
She lets out a soft huff, barely mustering the energy to glare at me before her eyes flutter shut for a second too long.
Spent.
Boneless.
Wrecked.
And still so fucking mine.
But we’re not done. I let her sleep, for an hour. Then I wake her up.
I push her to the mattress, rip another orgasm from her, then another, until she’s gasping, shaking beneath me, her nails digging into my back, her voice breaking on my name.
Only when she’s trembling, lips parted, body limp with exhaustion, do I allow her a reprieve.
Her lashes flutter, her breaths coming in slow, sleepy exhales as I sit up, slipping an arm beneath her thighs and another around her back. She barely stirs as I lift her up, her head dropping against my shoulder, completely spent.
“Come on, Leonessa,”
I murmur, carrying her to the bathroom.
“I know you’re tired, but you need to go.”
She makes a small, muffled noise against my skin, too far gone to argue. By the time I lift her again, she’s already slipping back under, moulding against me, trusting me to hold her. I place her back on the bed, limbs heavy and breathing deep.
I slip from the bed, heading to the bathroom. The mirror reflects a man who looks fucking unhinged. Eyes sharp, body still tense, blood pumping hot, like I could devour her all over again.
I soak a cloth under warm water, wring it out, and return to my wife. She barely stirs as I part her thighs, cleaning the mess between them. My gaze stays on her face. The way her lashes flutter. The way her lips part on a content sigh.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this.
Ruined for me.
Mine.
Tossing the cloth aside, I slide back into bed. She barely has the strength to move, but when I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against my chest, she nuzzles into my neck, inhaling deeply.
A satisfied, sleepy sound escapes her lips. I smirk, my grip tightening, my voice a dark whisper against her temple.
“Sleep, Leonessa. But know this…”
I press a kiss to her hair, my voice dropping lower, more possessive.
“I’m never fucking done with you.”