Chapter 29 Grace #2
The size of him feels foreign again. I see blinding lights for a moment as he slowly thrusts inside me.
"This pussy's tight enough to turn a priest into a sinner," he says, slamming his cock inside me over and over again. “I never stood a chance. There was no way I could ever resist."
His length seems to swell inside me.
I swear I can feel the veins on it pulsing as his desire heightens. And there's something forbidden about the way he's taking me now, with his hand over my mouth as he fucks me deeper into the mattress.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
I'm so completely obsessed with how broad his shoulders are. They block out the rest of the world.
"My sweet, sweet girl," he praises, making my tits bounce with every rough thrust.
Pleasure unfurls everywhere.
"Do you want Daddy to fill your pussy with his come?” he asks, bottoming out inside me and then rolling his hips so I feel the pleasure everywhere.
I can't speak, so I blink up at him. Yes.
He leans down as he whispers against my ear, "I guess I should be glad that you want it. Because I would impregnate you either way, little girl. There's a monster inside me that can't breathe until I fill you up with my seed."
Oh my.
His dirty words only heighten my pleasure.
He slides one of his arms underneath my back and lifts my hips up, repositioning my pussy in a way that's easier for him to pound into. He rams his big cock into me as my nails claw at his shoulders.
"Come for me now, angel," he says. "Show me just how much you need my come."
I clench down over every inch of him as I come undone for him. He buries himself all the way to the hilt. Every muscle in his body clenches as he empties his seed inside me.
"Fuck," he curses. “I can feel your horny pussy milking the come from my balls.”
He removes his hand from over my mouth, sliding it down to my throat. He squeezes it lightly as he brushes his lips against mine. He kisses me as he fills me with his come.
The sky has darkened completely now, so I only see the contours of his body.
He remains inside me as he rolls over, taking me with him. I'm tucked against the side of his body, and it feels like the safest place in the world.
His fingers trace patterns up and down my spine.
There's so much euphoria inside me that I feel like I can’t contain it all.
Being with this man must be the closest thing to magic I’ve ever felt. And I want to tell him this, but something stops me. I keep all the words locked inside my head.
“I’m so glad that you crash-landed into my life, Grace,” he says, pulling me tighter against him.
I turn to look at him. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, too.”
He gives my ass a playful squeeze.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you bring me happiness even on my heaviest days,” he says. “You make even the most mundane moments of life feel like heaven.”
“We’re in a penthouse suite overlooking Paris,” I say. “I would hardly call this mundane. Not to mention, we are invited to Ivy Blackwood’s after-party. I wish I could tell my sisters about everything that happened today.”
Dante is quiet for a moment.
"Do you miss them?"
"I love them," I say. "And I miss them every day. But even the thought of seeing them again gives me so much anxiety.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because every time I think about them, I also think about our childhood,” I say. “We don’t have many happy memories together, Dante. All we ever knew was our mother’s cruel games.”
His hold over me tightens.
“Are you still afraid of her?” he asks.
"It's embedded into every part of me," I whisper. "But I'm starting to fear her less and less. A large part of it has to do with you. You make me feel safe in this world.”
"I won't let that woman hurt you ever again," he promises.
His voice is solemn, the same way it was when he was making vows at the altar this morning. I try not to read too much into it, but I can't help it.
I'm free-falling.
"You're my woman now." He presses his lips to my temple. "I protect what's mine."
My throat feels tight again. It dawns on me that this man holds more power over me than anyone else.
I swallow everything that's rising inside me, but it's like trying to tame the ocean.
"So much happened today," I say, playing with the hair on his chest. "It all feels a little surreal."
His chest rises and falls in a gentle rhythm. I’m obsessed with how incredibly wide his torso is. It feels big enough to protect me from everything that seeks to harm me.
"Have you heard from your Don?" I ask, glancing at his face.
His jaw hardens. “He sent an email this morning."
"Oh?"
"He didn't say much, only that I would be seeing him soon," he says.
"What is the relationship like between the two of you?" I ask. "Do you hate each other?"
"I wouldn't say that, but I wouldn't say we like each other either," he says. "He has a hold over me. He always has. And that makes things complicated."
I remember what he told me the other day. His boss knows who killed Dante's parents. It’s the reason Dante has been working for him for all these years.
"Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if we hadn't had such messy upbringings?" I ask. "If we had a normal childhood with normal parents?"
“I don’t let myself think about my past,” he says. “It takes me into a dark headspace where the only thing that would make me feel better was getting blood on my hands."
I shiver in his arms. He's sweet and loving with me, but I can't forget that he's also a killer.
"I used to be the enforcer for my Don," he says. "I did all of his dirty work. It's why I'm known as the Reaper in mafia circles."
"That sounds extreme," I say.
"It was fitting," he replies. "It was all I did for a few years."
I cling tighter to him. "What about now?"
"My role has changed now," he says. "I have other duties apart from hunting, torturing, and killing the ones who have wronged the Camorra. And I also have my own agenda now."
I stare at the horizon for a moment, at the twinkling lights of the city. Everything’s changing so fast.
“Tell me about your Don,” I say. “What is he like?”
“I’ve known him for two decades, but most days, I feel like I barely know him at all,” Dante replies. “He’s a big man, much taller than the average man. He’s incredibly charismatic when he wants to be. And he has one too many secrets.”
“Is he involved in cruel practices like my mother?” I ask.
"It's less about what he does and more about who he is," Dante replies vaguely.
This curiosity feels strong enough to kill me, but I guess it's none of my business. I shouldn't push him to share information he doesn't want to.
"He loved a woman once," Dante says into the dark. "That love was never returned. And because he couldn't have her, he shut off the part of him that made him human. People say that he’s been heartless ever since.”
"He doesn't have any family?" I ask.
"No children," he says. "It's the reason I've been his stand-in for all these years. But he did have six ex-wives."
"Six?" I ask.
"All of them died mysterious deaths," Dante says. "Their bodies were never found. The families of these women tried to investigate what happened, but no evidence ever surfaced.”
“Do you think he killed all of those women?” I ask.
"I don't know what to assume, but he's definitely not innocent," Dante says.
A shudder passes down my body.
An unrequited love. A fugitive Don. Six dead ex-wives.
It's a strange, strange world.
"What's his name?" I ask.
"Raffaele Savastano," he says. "But the locals call him Barbablù. Bluebeard."
I'm not certain why, but just hearing his name evokes terror inside me. There's something sinister about that man if he's responsible for the disappearance of six women.
And by marrying Dante, I’ve become a part of their dark world.
The weight of the truth feels too heavy to carry.
A thought sneaks its way into my head.
For the first time, I wonder if I made a mistake signing that contract in the first place.