17. Dante
Chapter 17
Dante
I ’m lying back on the bed with my hands folded behind my head as I wait for Arabella to exit the bathroom. We have yet to shower together, but I plan to rectify that soon.
It’s right at the top of the bucket list I’ve created in my head. It’s titled ‘Things I’m going to do to my wife’.
I’ve been holding back, getting her used to me. I’d classify what she’s seen so far as vanilla, not my usual modus operandi. My sexual appetite is expansive, and my kinks broad, which she’ll find out soon enough. My ultimate goal is to be buried in that sweet pussy of hers every chance I get.
I want to drag that woman into the dark side with me. Tie her up, blindfold and gag her. Awaken sensations she never knew existed. Strip away her control until she’s completely at my mercy.
When the bathroom door finally opens, my gaze automatically moves in that direction. I’m expecting to find my wife dressed in one of the usual unappealing nightgowns she wears to bed, but I have to do a double take when I see that’s not the case tonight.
Not only has she ditched her comfortable sleepwear, but she’s not wearing any clothes at all. And fuck me, she has a body made of pure sin. Every delicious inch of her. It has my cock instantly swelling.
She looks like an exotic princess, with those emerald eyes, olive complexion, and her long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Not to mention those perky, voluptuous tits, her tiny waist, and those rounded fucking hips that drive me wild.
She’s all woman … a damn goddess, and I hope one day she can truly recognise just how perfect she is.
At times, I forget she’s only twenty. She may look her age, but being thrust into adulthood so early has given her wisdom beyond her years. The way she manages this house and takes care of me and my men singlehandedly is impressive.
I push up onto my elbows as she begins to move towards me. “Stay there … don’t move,” she instructs.
I arch an eyebrow but do as she asks.
When she reaches the end of the bed, I part my legs and smile so she can crawl between them.
This woman does it for me in so many ways.
She has shifted my world in ways I never thought possible. I’ve never been in love before, but I’m wondering if these mixed emotions I get whenever I look at her might be something more than just a physical attraction.
There’s a pull I can’t quite explain, a kind of warmth that fills me whenever she’s near, which is coupled with a deep sense of longing when she’s not. Every day, Arabella is unlocking parts of me I didn’t even know existed. There’s something oddly terrifying about feeling this vulnerable. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?
Her dainty fingers reach for the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down. I lift my hips slightly so she can get them over my arse.
My heavy, erect cock springs free, and her exquisite emerald eyes move from my face down to my dick. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when she runs her tongue along her bottom lip .
If I’m being honest, I’m not anticipating anything profound from this. How much could she learn from a few pages of a book? The last time she tried to suck me off, she almost impaled her tonsils with my cock. But she’s putting on a good show, so I’ll give her ten points for that.
She lowers her face, placing her flattened tongue at the base and licking a line right up to the crown, swirling it around the head before drawing back. She blows hot air along the path her tongue just took before repeating the same motion.
It feels good, but I hope she remembers what I told her last time: licking alone will not get me where I need to go.
Her face dips a little lower, and her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, and when she unexpectedly sucks one of my balls into her mouth, gently massaging it between her lips, I push my head into the pillow and groan.
She moves back up to my cock, this time sliding it between her lips, taking in as much as she can. Drawing back, she expertly grinds her teeth along the length of my shaft as she retreats.
“Fuck, Arabella,” I growl, burying my hands in her hair, tugging slightly on the long strands. “Yes! Just like that.”
Jesus, fuck, her mouth.
This is a stark contrast to her last attempt. Maybe I was wrong about these books Lucia has been reading. If I’m going to get this in return, I might need to invest in an entire damn library of smutty literature for my wife.
She switches it up between licking and sucking as her hand frantically pumps the base. Her movements are clunky and uncoordinated, but that does nothing to diminish how it feels to have her mouth on me.
What matters is it’s her, and she specifically read up on this in order to please me.
When I feel my balls draw up and a tingle run down my spine, I slide my hands under her arms, I’d love to blow my load down her throat, but I’ll save that for another time. “Come here,” I breathe.
She withdraws my cock from her mouth with an audible pop and frowns. “I wasn’t finished … did I do something wrong?”
“You were perfect.”
“Then why did you stop me?” she asks, pursing her lips.
“Because if I’m going to knock you up, I’m going to need to be inside you.”
Her pretty eyes widen. “You’re trying to get me pregnant?”
“You don’t want that?”
“Yes … I’ve always seen children in my future, but are you doing this because you want to start a family with me, or are you just trying to give my father the male heir he wants?”
“Arabella,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice even. “This has nothing to do with your father. That man will never get his filthy hands on our children. Not after the way he’s treated you and your sister. I want this with you. I want all of it, Bellezza . I want the kind of family mine once was … before my mother passed.”
“Did your father love your mother?”
“Yes … very much. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She was his queen.”
“What happened to her?”
“She was killed in a car accident. It almost broke Papa. He was never the same after that.”
“Oh, Dante. I’m so sorry,” she says, stroking her hand down my face.
“Can we not talk about this now?” Or ever.
I was young when she died, but I still carry that loss with me today. It changed everything, and it’s not a time in my life that I like to revisit.
I remember when Papa sat Alexander and me down and told us Mamma wouldn’t be coming home. That day, all of our lives completely changed forever.
It was a freak accident along a stretch of country road. She’d been volunteering at the church bake sale in town. They think she swerved to miss a kangaroo on the drive home, which resulted in her losing control of the vehicle and ploughing into a tree.
Pushing all those thoughts from my mind, I focus on my beautiful naked wife, who’s currently lying on top of me.
I drag her body further up, so I can reach her mouth. “Straddle my lap,” I command, sliding my hands behind each of her knees and guiding her into position.
We’ve never fucked with her on top before, another first for us, and I’m looking forward to watching those perfect tits of hers jiggle as she bounces up and down on my cock.
She leans in to press a soft kiss on her name tattooed across my chest, and I feel my lips curve up at the corners. I like that she did that.
I hadn’t planned to get it originally, but after the incident at the club, I wanted to make sure there were no doubts.
Arabella needs to know I’m committed to this, to her . The women from my past are just that … the past . It’s crazy to think we are here, considering how things began, but s he’s my future now . There is no denying that.
I want this to work. If what I’ve experienced thus far is going to be my life moving forward, then I’m all in. Any fool can see that we have the basis of something phenomenal in the making.
She pushes up onto her knees as I slide the crown of my dick through her slick heat. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s ripe and ready. The fact that she’s turned on by pleasing me has me wanting to beat on my chest like a caveman.
Once I’ve lined myself up, slipping the tip inside her tight pussy, I grasp her hips. “Sink down onto me, Bellezza . ”
Her face tilts towards the ceiling, and a long, drawn-out moan falls from her parted lips as she takes my cock deep into her body. I don’t doubt that she’s stretched to the max; she’s tiny, and I’m … not, but she takes me without any sign of pain. That makes me smile because the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
I hold her there for a moment, revelling in the contentment only she can bring. I stare deep into her eyes, searching for any hint, any flicker of understanding, that she might feel all things that I do.
“Dante,” she breathes as her hands move to my shoulders.
I can’t even explain the fear that gripped me when I heard her scream earlier today. I swore I’d never enter the backyard again after the shooting, but that thought didn’t even cross my mind when I grabbed my gun and raced out there. My only concern was her.
When she bucks her hips in an attempt to move, I loosen my hold. “Let me please you,” she says, not realising she already does that. Just having her here is something I never knew I needed.
She makes me want to do better … be better . It’s one of the pitfalls of my lifestyle. It irrevocably puts her in danger, which is something I have to constantly push from my mind. I’m too selfish to let her go; besides, she’s probably safer with me than her father. At least I care enough to have her best interests at heart.
I accepted my fate when I came into this life. There’s only one way out of the Cosa Nostra, but now, with threats lurking on the horizon, the cost of her safety is gnawing at me. She didn’t sign up for this.
“Arabella,” I whisper. My voice is barely a breath as her name slips from my lips when she raises her body slightly and sinks back down.
Her eyes meet mine as she rolls her hips, and the world seems to disappear, leaving only the soft beat of my heart and the weight of everything unspoken between us. The way she’s looking at me now seems to give me the clarity I’ve been seeking.
She feels this too .
The tips of my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I tighten my hold on her, guiding her body. She bounces up and down on my cock, and my eyes zero in on her tits as they bounce right along with her.
Fuck me … this woman.
Raising my head off the pillow, I suck one of her taunt nipples into my mouth, dragging another moan from her sweet lips. I’m dying to let loose and pound into that tight pussy of hers, but I’m holding back like I always do.
It’s becoming harder to rein in my body’s natural instincts. I’m used to being in control, so every fibre of my being aches to ramp things up, to take what I want, which is to fuck my wife into oblivion.
I hold strong for longer than I thought possible, but when I finally give in to my carnal desires, I roll us over, so I’m now on top. I slide my flattened palms behind each of her knees and push her legs towards her torso, opening her up wider in the process.
Taking the majority of my weight on my knees, I thrust into her at piston speed, but it’s not enough. I’m still unable to quench the hunger I feel for this woman.
Drawing out, I flip her over onto her stomach and drag her body back towards me. We moan in unison when I enter her again, burying myself to the hilt.
Placing my hand on the small of her back, I push down slightly, raising her backside higher and sinking in a little deeper.
I’m looking forward to taking that arse of hers one day.
I want to claim every part of this woman.
I want to own her body, mind and soul .
Glancing down, I watch my cock disappear inside her, the sight just as thrilling as the feelings she evokes.
My hand moves in between us as the pad of my thumb slides through her arousal, coating it with her own juices.
When I press it against her puckered hole, pushing the tip inside, she suddenly stills and glances at me over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Making you feel good.”
Her pretty eyes are slightly narrowed. “Are you looking for the stick?”
“What?”
“The stick. The one you threatened to remove the day you shoved a ring on my finger and told me we would be married by the end of the week … which was very unromantic and not the way I’d envisioned my future husband would propose by the way.”
My shoulders bob with silent laughter, not because of the deplorable way I proposed—I’m ashamed of that part—but because she thinks I’m looking for a stick.
“You told me you’d rather die than marry me.”
“At the time, that’s how I felt. I didn’t know you as I do now.”
Her answer gives me pause. “If I proposed again, knowing everything you do now, what would your answer be?” I ask as my thumb pushes in a little further, and my free hand moves around to stroke her clit.
Arabella arches her back and whimpers, but it doesn’t go unnoticed that she doesn’t answer my question.
Would she still not want to marry me? The thought sits like heavy lead in my stomach.
I’d marry her in a heartbeat.
I will win her over one day. I won’t rest until I do. She can give me the kind of happiness I’ve secretly yearned for. I know that for a fact because she already does .
I sink my thumb in, right down to the knuckle, as my pressure on her clit intensifies. My thrusts are unrelenting as my hips buck in perfect sync with my hands, and the sounds coming out of my wife tell me she’s enjoying this more than she thought she would.
I’ve had enough experience with women to understand what they enjoy, and although I am still becoming intimately acquainted with Arabella’s body, I’m learning her kinks right alongside her.
By the time I’m done with this woman, no man will ever be able to please her like I do, and any fucker that even thinks of trying will die.
“Dante,” she screams as I move my thumb in a circular motion, stretching her. I have no intention of putting my cock in there until she’s ready, but just the thought has my balls drawing up.
“Come for me, principessa (Princess).”
“I … I …” Her words die off as they are replaced with a long, drawn-out moan. It’s so loud I don’t doubt my guards outside can hear her.
Her entire body quakes as her inner muscles milk my cock. I bury myself so deep inside her that it squishes my balls.
My movements become jerky as her pussy constricts my dick like a vice. “Fuck, Bellezza ,” I growl, spilling my seed deep inside her.
I’m going to fill this luscious body of hers with all my babies, and maybe, just maybe, then she’ll love me back.