4. Dante
CHAPTER FOUR
dante
Alexandria is lying flush on top of me, her body limp and thoroughly spent from the three orgasms I delivered.
Her lips press against the bare skin of my collarbone.
My hand rests heavily on the small of her back, my fingers tracing the smooth curve of her spine, enjoying her being where she belongs.
The wedding set on her finger presses against my skin—a physical reminder that she’s mine.
And while her body is relaxed, her mind is a different story. A subtle nervous energy is running through her.
“I can practically hear the cogs spinning in that pretty head of yours, Alexandria,” I murmur, a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates beneath her cheek.
She shifts, lifting her head off my chest in order to glare at me through a wild tumble of curls.
Her lips are bee-stung swollen from my mouth being on hers, and her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous pink.
“I’m thinking,” she says with a rasp that makes my cock ache.
“Clearly,” I reply dryly. My hand slides down to cup her hip, squeezing gently.
“Spill it, wife. May as well get it off your chest now. It’s not like I’m letting you out of this bed anytime soon.
” She lets out a frustrated huff of breath, propping her elbows on my chest and resting her chin in her hands.
She looks down at me, eyes searching mine with a mix of defiance and quiet uncertainty.
“We didn’t use protection.” Her tone is flat. The bluntness of her statement hangs heavy in the air.
“No. We didn’t.” I don’t blink. Zero hesitation in my voice.
“Dante, I’m not on birth control,” she continues, her brow furrowing as reality sets in.
“Not right now. My prescription lapsed last month, and I’ve been too busy with work to set up an appointment in order to renew it.
Which means…” She trails off. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as she bites down on it.
A low grunt escapes my throat, a deep possessiveness flaring hot in my gut.
The image hits me hard and fast—Alexandria, round and heavy with my child, carrying a little boy or girl, binding her to me in a way that no court or legal document can ever break.
The thought should feel premature. We’ve been married for less than forty-eight hours, and half of that time, she spent away from me.
But let’s be real here. I knew what I was after the very second I laid eyes on her in the hotel lounge in Vegas.
Especially since we were alone, none of our friends around, and neither were any work colleagues.
Christ, I remember every single detail of that night.
I’d been sitting in a VIP booth, nursing a bourbon, when she walked into the bar.
Sexy little dress, sky-high heels, looking impossibly gorgeous and out for a good time after a long-as-fuck meeting on my part and convention of sorts on hers.
She sat on a barstool, taking long sips of her champagne.
That’s not the only reason she caught my attention and made my cock hard as rocks.
It was the slick bartender leaning over the counter, laughing a little too loudly and flirting way too much with her while he poured her drinks.
I didn’t like it, not one fucking bit. It’s a good thing money can buy anything. All it took was a quiet word with the lounge manager, accompanied by a hefty stack of bills to have the bartender reassigned to the service bar in the back.
The second he cleared the space, I slid in.
Alexandria was already two glasses deep by the time I sat next to her, and I quickly noticed there wasn’t a single plate of food in sight.
I ordered more champagne, the expensive stuff, along with a spread of food to keep her distracted and entirely focused on me.
By the time she was ready to leave, I knew she was tipsy.
What I hadn’t realized until we got back to her room was that she was completely blitzed, that her inhibitions were stripped bare, laughing, daring, and agreeing to tie herself to me forever.
Another reason I should feel like an overbearing asshole, I stacked the deck of cards in my favor, but in the end, I got the woman. Even if the play was underhanded, at the end of the day, she’s in my bed, wearing my ring and carrying my name.
“Dante?” Alexandria’s voice drags me back to the present. She’s staring at me, waiting for a response, her eyes wide with panic. “Did you hear what I said? I could end up pregnant.”
“I heard you.” My thumb strokes the side of her hip.
“And that doesn’t concern you?” She pushes against my chest, attempting to sit up, her movement sharp and defensive. “We barely know each other! I don’t even know your middle name, and now we might be…”
“Thiago,” I supply. My grip on her waist tightens in order to keep her from pulling away. “My middle name is Thiago.”
“That’s not the point.” She attempts to scramble backward, her knees digging into the mattress as she tries to crawl out of my bed and create distance between us.
Not a fucking chance.
Before she can get her legs over the side of the mattress, my arm shoots out. I wrap my forearm around her waist, cutting off her exit and yanking her back into the center of the bed beneath me.
“Dante!” I pin her body, bracing my weight on my elbows, planting my hands on either side of her head, and locking her in place.
My legs slide between hers, and my thick cock lies hot and heavy against her drenched cunt.
She gasps when she feels the hard ridge of my shaft sliding against the lips of her pussy, my tip grazing her clit setting off a spark of heat that makes her hips lift up to meet me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” My head drops, my lips pressing to hers.
“I need... I need space to think,” she pants. Her hands push at my shoulders, though she doesn’t have the leverage to budge me away from her. “You’re suffocating me.”
“You don’t need space,” I murmur. My lips move to her jaw, my tongue licking down the sensitive skin of her throat. “You know me, we have mutual friends, we’re not strangers, and you need to stop running.”
“I’m not running. I’m being rational. And as far as knowing each other, you making fuck-me eyes across a crowded room with our friends does not constitute knowing one another. Plus, my boss is your friend!”
“You’re panicking,” I correct. My hips shift, grinding my dick along her center. She lets out a breathless moan, her head falls back to the pillow, and her thighs part wider to accommodate me. “And every time you try to put distance between us, it only makes me want you more, wife.”
“You arrogant, overbearing…” She gasps. I pull back before sinking the head of my cock inside her tight heat. “Asshole.”
“I am,” I agree without an ounce of remorse.
“And I’m the asshole who’s going to make you forget about leaving this room.
” I capture her mouth with a deep kiss, cutting off any further argument.
Alexandria fights for all of two seconds before her defense crumbles once again.
She breathes a soft whimper into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
I drive myself all the way inside her in one heavy stroke, burying my cock to the hilt.
She arches off the mattress. A shattered cry echoes off the high ceilings as her walls clamp down around me, tight, hot, and pulsing.
I set a slow, steady pace. Every thrust is calculated to get her out of her head and focused on what I’m doing to her instead.
“Tell me, Alexandria.” I pull my mouth away from hers while my hips continue their ministration, feeling each and every ripple of her pussy on my cock. “Tell me you’re staying.”
“Dante, please...” she sobs. Her nails dig into my back, marking me once again, scoring me in the same place she did the other night while adding a few new ones to the mix.
“Tell me,” I rasp, moving my thumb to her clit, watching as her breasts bounce with each thrust of my body.
“Fine, I’ll stay,” she finally admits with a sob.
Her core pulses wildly around me, milking every drop of control I have left.
Her entire body goes rigid as she tumbles over the edge.
I plunge in deep one last time. A gut-wrenching growl of my own is pulled from my chest as I let myself go, coming inside her as our combined orgasms rips through the room.
I collapse over her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, holding her tightly as I recover.
My lips feel the pounding of her pulse, kissing her soft skin again and again while waiting for her breathing to return to normal.
Finally, Alexandria’s arms settle around me, holding me just as much as I’m holding her. “For now.”
“Pregnant or not, annulment or not, you’re staying right here, wife.”