Chapter 17
DANTE
Two weeks have sped by faster than I’d like. The time with Raquel is slowly coming to an end. I’ve gotten to know her better and learned things I couldn’t discover from mere surveillance, things that lie within her heart.
Our days together have made us closer than before, every moment solidifying a future we’ll never have.
Now that I’ve decided not to keep her against her will, to tell her everything when the time comes, I know she’ll want to be far away from me. Far from where I can convince her I’m not her enemy.
Once she finds out how badly I’ve been lying to her, she won’t want to hear me out, and I won’t hold that against her. This isn’t what I wanted, but it’s the monster I’ve created.
Two weeks ago, the day after we fucked in the shower, she signed the contract I made her believe was real. I hated deceiving her, but I had to continue the act. She can’t leave yet. Not until we take care of Carlito and the Bianchis.
Yesterday, we got their location from Vincenzo, one of the Bianchis’ captains, all thanks to Dom, who was pretty handy with a torch. Our men are in the process of finding out if their boy was telling us the truth.
After we killed Jared and Victor, we were hungry for information and assassinated many of the Palermo men in the process. None were willing to give up the children’s whereabouts or that of the Bianchi brothers…until Vincenzo came to the rescue.
We need to locate that private club they’re running with the women and kids. We’ve got to save them so they don’t end up like Matteo.
When Dom found out that our mother was murdered, he nearly lost it.
We didn’t tell him immediately. He had a lot on his plate with Chiara being attacked by Cain, then taken by her father’s man, Miles, who was one of our guards.
The man was nothing but a mole, placed here by Faro, and we fell for it.
It made trusting the rest of our crew a lot harder, but we’re doing the best we can.
Dom swore the rest of the Bianchis would know death more painful than Faro ever got when Chiara shot him. I’ll gladly volunteer for that.
Staring out the glass door, I watch Raquel from inside the house as she talks to Chiara on one of the loungers out by the pool. When Chiara called Raquel’s phone, I couldn’t deny them the conversation. I’m aware of how close they are.
Chiara already knows why I have Raquel. She wasn’t happy with me, but I asked her not to say anything. I don’t want Raquel to be destroyed before it’s safe for her to leave me.
The very thought rips out my fucking heart. A fist tightens at my side as I try to steady the rapid beats of my pulse.
I can’t lose her.
I told Chiara how much I care for her cousin, practically begging her to keep quiet. She swore she wouldn’t say shit, but only if she confirms that Raquel is happy too, and that I’ve been treating her far better than Dom treated Chiara at first.
I sure as fuck hope that’s what Raquel is telling her.
Though I didn’t know Raquel growing up, Chiara was around whenever she could get away from Faro, her psycho father.
She’d come to the bakery my parents owned since before we were born, and we’d all hang out, stuffing our faces with my father’s famous chocolate cake and Oreo cupcakes.
Damn, that shit was good. He used to have the recipes written in his notebook, but we lost it when we ran away and left everything behind.
I often wonder if I could replicate those recipes as a way of keeping my parents close, but I’m afraid that would bring up the pain of losing them all over again.
Once I see Raquel placing the cell down beside her, I open the door and walk over to her.
“Thank you.” She gives me a genuine smile, handing the phone back to me with a sigh. “It was so good to talk to her. We’re like sisters. I missed her a lot.”
“You’ll see her soon,” I tell her, hoping it’s true.
“No, I won’t.” Her lips bend with a frown. “I can’t see her before I get out of the country. It’s too risky.”
“She can come visit, then,” I throw in, not knowing what else to say.
“I guess I can figure out how to contact her in secret, or maybe…” Her eyes light up, widening with her radiant grin. “I can call you and you can contact her for me. Like our own spy movie.”
Her body stretches out, the white bikini appearing even brighter over her tanned skin, and my cock grows hard in response.
Since the first time I was inside her, we haven’t been able to stop. We’ve fucked so many times, I think I’ve worn her out. There isn’t an inch of space on her body I’m not familiar with.
“And what else do we do in this spy movie?” I wag my brows, coaxing another smile from her golden features.
She kicks out her foot, but before she can land it on my thigh, I grab her ankle, my gaze wrapped in a blanket of feelings too hard to admit.
“Try that again and I’ll throw you over my knee and spread that pussy with my fingers for all of my men to see.”
She drags in a long, sharp inhale, grinding her thighs together and swallowing harshly with her brows drawn tight.
“I thought you’d never let them see me naked.” Her voice breaks.
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” I grab her other ankle, yanking her hips upward and splitting her legs apart until her pussy lands on my hard-on. “Maybe they should see exactly what you do to me and why.” I roll my cock over her. “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Dante,” she whimpers, not in protest, but with want, circling her hips like she’s desperate for it, beyond caring who’s watching.
My men are close enough and have their backs to us now, yards away. They won’t turn around. They know better.
“Get up,” I order, gently dropping her feet.
“What are you gonna do?” She flusters as she comes to a stand.
I take a seat on the lounger she was just in and pull her down over my lap so her ass is in the air and in the direction of two of my men. It’s a good thing the backs of their heads have no eyes.
She looks up at the back of another man in front of her, her eyes widening as I stretch her thighs apart with a hand.
“Wider,” I demand.
I watch her spread open for me even more, grabbing a handful of her ass cheek. Her swimsuit bottom rides up into the center, looking more like a thong now.
“This is such a spankable ass.” My fingers explore the round, full slopes before I take a hard palm to one. “Do you think they heard that?”
She whimpers, so I do it again. Harder.
“Oh, God, Dante.” She wiggles over me.
My hand is now stroking her reddening skin, so beautiful and tempting. My index finger slides the fabric to the side, exposing her damp slit.
“You’re so hard,” she breathes out, her sultry voice my salvation and my curse. “You like knowing how much you touching me in front of them turns me on, don’t you?”
“Mmm, I do,” I hum in approval, dipping my finger inside that hole. “I can feel it. Always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
She mumbles with a low cry as I squeeze those swollen lips together. She looks over her shoulder, and her eyes cling to mine like a raft to the ocean, drowning me in waves of regret.
I’m going to hurt this amazing woman, and I feel nothing but shame for my original plan. For even marrying her in the first place under the face of a lie. I wanted to hurt her father, but she’s the only one who’s going to end up hurt, and that’s going to wreck me right along with her.
“Touch me,” she pleads, pushing herself further into my hand.
I give her what she wants, plunging my fingers inside her wet and warm entrance with rough strokes. She tries to stifle a cry as she burrows into my calf, her moans vibrating over me. I use my other hand to spread her, working myself deeper.
“You’re not doing a good job of keeping that sexy voice down.” I slip out, rubbing both sides of her clit.
She peers at me with jerky, uneven breaths, and when I thrust back inside, she hides her face over me, her teeth dragging across my skin.
Her pussy soaks my fingers, practically dripping down, so I give it to her harder, wanting to break her. She tries to keep her moans soft as her nails dig into my leg while her entire body shudders, losing control.
“Scream, baby. Let them hear you. Let them hear how much you love it.”
Her eyes return to mine.
“Dante…oh, God,” she stammers, her brows tight. “I can’t.”
My palm slides into her hair, my fingers threading in the softness before I fist it, yanking her head back as far as it’ll go. “I’m not giving you a choice.”
Her pussy clenches around me, sucking me deeper, and I want to fuck her with a lot more than my hands.
I curl my fingers inside her, slamming into her G-spot with ferocious strength. Her untethered control melts away, replaced by gasping moans and frantic whimpers. She’s not in control of her body or her mind when she’s with me. It’s all mine.
“That’s it, baby. Look how good you can take it.” I add another finger, stretching her as I continue pumping faster, deeper, not giving her body a moment to recover.
“Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she screams, spasming around me as her nails claw my leg.
I don’t stop until she stops convulsing and her breaths calm.
“Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed,” she sighs, barely able to speak.
“Don’t be. That was beautiful.” I let my hand slip out of her, moving all three fingers into my mouth.
Her lips part, eyes watching me. My cock throbs for that pussy. We’re both breathing hard, unable to keep our gazes off one another, consumed by the familiar magnetism that pulls us together, keeping the rest of the noise away.
Unable to take another moment of not feeling her wrapped around my cock, I grab her by the waist and haul her over my shoulder, fixing her swimsuit bottom so she’s all covered.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, her breathing hot, lining up my back.
“I’d never do anything you’re uncomfortable with, baby.”
And I mean that. I’ve gotten to know her pretty well in the three weeks we’ve been together, well enough to know I can finger-fuck her in front of my staff, but not carry her around while she’s exposed like that.