Chapter 25 - Dante
My family was gathered in Achille’s living room, lounging around with pre-dinner drinks while giving our youngest brother hell about his hosting skills.
“I’m telling you, we need to have an intervention if this is what our baby brother calls making an effort,” Luca announced, holding up a chicken nugget shaped like a dinosaur.
Achille rolled his eyes. “They’re gourmet, asshole.”
“Gourmet?” Caspian nearly choked on his whiskey. “They came from a freezer bag.”
“It’s not my fault your wife didn’t let me borrow your cook,” Achille groaned.
“Hey,” Kate protested. “I don’t want him to quit!”
“Do you think the main course will come in kitten shapes?” Federico asked with a smirk, stretching his arm around Autumn’s shoulders.
“Leave him alone,” Autumn scolded, though she was fighting her laughter. “At least he’s trying.”
“Trying to poison us, maybe,” Giovanni muttered, inspecting his nugget with suspicion before popping it into his mouth anyway.
“If it helps, I ordered dinner from that new Italian place,” Achille defended himself, but he couldn’t maintain his serious expression. “It should be here in thirty minutes.”
“He ordered takeout,” Kate whispered loudly to Larissa. “For a family dinner he’s been planning for weeks.”
I laughed, watching the scene unfold as I sipped my drink.
Across the room, Alisa sat with my sisters, laughing at something Beatrice said. Even after all these months together, watching her still sent sparks tingling up my skin.
She’d become part of my family, so naturally it was like she’d always belonged here. And seeing her there, surrounded by the people I loved most in this world, made me realize just how fucking lucky I was.
Gastone Ajello, Elena’s husband, nudged my arm. “You’re staring at your wife like a teenager. Stop. It’s making me sick.”
“Can you blame me?” I grinned, not bothering to deny it.
“Young love,” he sighed dramatically. “Remember when we used to look at our wives like that, Gio?”
“Speak for yourself,” Giovanni called from across the room. “I still look at Larissa like that.”
“When I do, Elena calls it ogling,” poor Gastone bemoaned.
Ultimately, we were all lucky bastards when it came down to it.
I made my way to the bar to grab another drink, catching bits of conversation as I passed. Elena was discussing something about her latest charity event while Beatrice was regaling Alisa with stories about our childhood.
“So Dante decided he was going to climb onto the roof,” I heard Bea saying, “but he slipped and fell right into the swimming pool with all his clothes on.”
“Please tell me someone got that on video,” Alisa laughed.
“Unfortunately not,” Elena sighed.
“Don’t believe everything they tell you,” I said as I joined them and leaned down to give Alisa a quick kiss. “They forgot to tell you they blackmailed me and said I had to if I wanted my phone back.”
“We did that for your sanity,” Beatrice protested. “You were addicted.”
“Addicted?” I screeched in protest
Alisa looked up at me and gave me a wink. “Somehow I believe them more than you.”
“Traitor,” I whispered against her ear, letting my lips brush her skin just enough to make her shiver.
I straightened up to find that Larissa had joined in. “You two are adorable,” she said. “And Alisa, I’ve been meaning to ask—would you be interested in joining our book club? We meet once a month, and it’s basically an excuse to drink wine and gossip away from these guys.”
“I’d love that,” Alisa replied warmly.
“Fair warning,” Autumn added. “Last month’s meeting ended with Beatrice demonstrating some pole dancing moves on Elena’s staircase banister.”
“Which nearly gave my husband a heart attack when he walked in,” Elena added with a laugh.
“Hey, it was educational,” Beatrice defended herself. “I was teaching you all proper form.”
I watched as Alisa laughed along, completely at ease. She’d formed real bonds with my sisters and sisters-in-law, and I loved that she made such an effort.
But now I needed her a little for myself. All evening, there had been a heat building in my spine, from the moment she walked out of her bedroom earlier today in that blue dress that hugged every curve. A dress that made me think of all the ways I wanted to take it off her.
“I need to borrow my wife for a minute,” I announced, reaching for Alisa’s hand.
Alisa looked up at me questioningly as I pulled her away and leaned in close, my lips grazing her ear again. “I’m missing you.”
“I’m right here,” she replied with a small smile.
“No,” I said, letting my voice drop lower, watching her blush as she caught the meaning. “I’m really missing you.”
She met my gaze and bit her lower lip in that way that drove me fucking crazy.
“Come with me,” I whispered, and led her out and down the hallway until we found the guest bedroom.
“Dante,” she giggled as I pulled her inside and closed the door. “Achille will kill us if he finds out.”
“Those chicken nuggets he’s serving will kill us first,” I replied, making her laugh.
And just as quickly, I quietened her down by killing the rest of it with a kiss. I pressed her back against the door and slid my tongue over the parting of her lips. My hands came up to bracket her body, and I used one hand to quickly lock the door.
She giggled into my mouth and let me slide my tongue right in, winding her arms around my neck to pull me closer as she opened her mouth to me.
I slid my tongue against hers, tasting the sweetness of the wine she’d been drinking.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do this all evening,” I groaned against her lips, my hands moving from the door to her waist. “Watching you in this dress is torture.”
“Then take it off me.” Her voice went husky with desire.
I didn’t wait for her to change her mind.
I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down slowly. Meanwhile, she undid the buttons of my shirt. We moved faster, like we had to beat time itself.
She then stood naked before me in nothing but a lacy little white bra and matching panties that made my mouth go dry.
“What’s the point of even wearing these?” I teased, noticing all the skin through the lace.
“Women have been taught we have to,” she shrugged and slid my shirt down my arms. Wherever her fingers touched, tingled.
“Fuck society,” I murmured, taking a step back to drink in the sight of her. “I prefer you without underwear, anyway.”
Her eyes darkened as they traveled down my chest to the obvious bulge in my pants. “Now, you’re asking for too much.”
I laughed and moved toward her again, kissed her again, and let my hands travel down her body. Her back, her shoulders, the curve of her waist—every inch of her was perfect yet not enough.
I needed more. Within seconds, I had her bra off, her breasts free. She moaned when I cupped them in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
“Dante,” she moaned as I lowered my head to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.
I dropped to my knees before her, my hands sliding down to grip her ass as I trailed kisses down her stomach. Her breathing quickened as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.
She kicked the flimsy little thing aside.
I looked up at her from where I was on my knees—her flushed face, her parted lips, her eyes heavy with want—and felt a surge of desire so strong it nearly knocked me sideways.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered, and she widened up, her hands bracing against the door behind her.
I leaned in, placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, working my way higher. I could smell her, could see how wet she was already, and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
“Please,” she whispered, her hips shifting restlessly.
“Please what?” I teased, my breath hot against her core.
“Your mouth,” she gasped. “I need your mouth on me.”
I gave her what she wanted, parting her with my tongue in one long, slow lick that made her gasp. I found her clit, circling it slowly before sucking it gently between my lips.
Her hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she held me to her. I slid one hand from her ass around to her entrance, teasing her with one finger before pushing it inside her heat.
“Oh god,” she moaned as I added a second finger, curling them just right.
I worked her with my tongue and fingers, loving how her thighs trembled on either side of my head. I could feel her getting close, her walls tightening around my fingers, her breathing growing more ragged.
I placed one hand firmly on her ass, pulling her closer to my hungry mouth, and used even more force with my tongue on her clit. Her hands gripped my shoulders now, nails digging in as she fought to stay upright.
“Dante,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum!”
I felt her pussy clench around my fingers as she came, her whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through her. I didn’t let up, working her through every tremor, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping for breath.
She started to slide down the door, her legs giving out, but I rose quickly to my feet and caught her just in time before tossing her over my shoulder.
“Dante!” she squealed in surprise.
I carried her to the bed and laid her down on the mattress, taking a moment to admire just how fucking beautiful she was. A woman in every way.
I moved to cover her body with mine, but to my surprise, she rolled us over, straddling my hips with a mischievous grin.
“My turn,” she said, her hands making quick work of my belt and zipper.
I lifted my hips to help her pull off my pants and boxers, groaning as my cock sprang free. She wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly, her eyes locked with mine.
“I want to ride you,” she whispered, and the image those words conjured made me throb in her hand.
“Fuck yes,” I managed to say, my voice rough with need.
She positioned herself over me, guiding my cock to her entrance. We both moaned as she sank down, taking me inch by inch until I was buried completely inside her.
“Christ,” I groaned, my hands flying to her hips. “You feel so fucking tight.”
She braced her hands on my chest and began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm that had me seeing stars. Her breasts swayed above me, and I reached up to cup them, pinching her nipples gently between my fingers.
“You’re so deep like this,” she gasped, picking up speed.
To my surprise, she grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, taking complete control. That sight of her above me, so fucking in control, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“You like that?” she asked, clenching her inner muscles around me as she continued to ride my cock.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled, letting her maintain control for now because I was absolutely losing it.
She built a rhythm that had us both panting, her hips moving faster as she chased her second orgasm. I could feel her getting closer, could see it in the flush spreading across her chest and the way she panted for air.
I felt my own heat building, that familiar pressure at the base of my spine growing stronger with each roll of her hips. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I broke free of her grip, my hands flying to her hips as I planted my feet on the mattress and thrust up into her.
“Oh!” she cried out as I took over, pounding into her from below.
“Come for me again,” I demanded, one hand sliding between us to rub her clit. “Come on my cock, Alisa.”
Her walls fluttered around me as she tumbled over the edge, arching beautifully as she came. The sight of her, so fucking wrecked, with the tight squeeze of her pussy pushed me over the edge too, and I came inside her with a hoarse shout of her name.
She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing hard as the aftershocks rippled through us. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as our heart rates slowly returned to normal.
“That was fun… “ she mumbled against my skin.
“Yeah, as long as Achille doesn’t find out.”
She laughed. I rolled her gently to my side, keeping her tucked against me as I brushed the hair from her face. Her eyes were soft and warm as she looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I love you,” I said, the words still feeling like magic despite the fact that I’ve been saying them for months now. “More than I ever thought possible.”
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “Even when you drag me away from family dinner to have your wicked way with me.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You weren’t exactly fighting me off.”
“True,” she admitted with a grin. “But now we have to go back out there, and everyone’s going to know exactly what we’ve been doing.”
“Let them know,” I shrugged. “I’m not ashamed of wanting my wife.”
She laughed, the sound warming me from the inside out. “You’re crazy.”
“Yes. I’m crazy in love with you.” I pulled her closer for another kiss.
As our lips met, I thought about how far we’d come. Life wasn’t perfect. There would always be threats in our world, but with Alisa by my side, I knew we could handle anything that came our way.
“We should probably get dressed,” she sighed reluctantly, pulling back from the kiss.
“Probably,” I agreed, though I made no move to let her go. “Or we could stay here a little longer and let Achille serve everyone his mystery takeout without us.”
“Tempting,” she laughed, “but I’m actually starving.”
“Fine,” I groaned dramatically, releasing her. “But just so you know, I plan on having you for dessert later.”
Her eyes darkened at the promise. “I’m counting on it.”
We helped each other dress. Finally somewhat presentable, I pulled her in for one last lingering kiss.
“Ready to face the family?” I asked.
She nodded, reaching up to smooth my hair. “Ready for anything, as long as I’m with you.”
Hand in hand, we walked out to join our family.
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THE END