Chapter 29
DANTE
My new bride lies across my lap, her curves silhouetted against the aged mahogany of my ancestor’s desk behind her.
The vision sends electricity through my veins.
For such a tiny girl, she has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.
And it will feel even better to mark that ass with the block of wood from the old man’s rum barrel.
I never met him, but I’ve heard rumors about all the gun molls he initiated on this very desk.
There’s a lot to be said for tradition.
I turn my attention back to Gina’s plump ass, red and smarting and ready to be inaugurated. She’s mine. All mine.
I raise Salvatore’s block of wood.
Whack!
It comes down heavy on her juicy rounded ass, but not as heavily as I initially intended.
At the last second, I used all my restraint to soften the blow.
But still, she shrieks.
I can’t tell if she’s shocked or it actually hurts.
My stomach knots. I hate seeing her in pain, but there’s no other way.
I grip the rough-edged block tighter, feeling splinters dig into my palm as I lift it, positioning it again above that perfect round curve of her ass.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl.
“I belong to you, Dante. Only you.” Then she sobs. I’ve gone too far. I put down the wood.
Then I rub away the bright red blotches on her otherwise creamy white ass, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Her skin feels like silk beneath my rough hands. I squeeze the firm flesh.
Then I turn her around and guide her to straddle my lap, so her naked pussy presses directly against my hard cock.
Only the fabric of my pants separates us.
I can feel her wetness seeping through, making the material cling to me.
Her camisole falls open just enough that I can make out the soft curves of her breasts beneath the white silk.
Her pink nipples poke through the thin fabric, hardened into tight points that make my mouth water.
I want to roll them between my fingers, to hear her gasp.
But there are too many of those damn pearl buttons still fastened.
I remember how she took forever undoing them earlier, teasing me with each slow twist.
Fuck that. I grab both sides of the delicate material and yank.
The sound of tearing fabric mixes with the pitter-patter of tiny pearl buttons hitting my office floor, bouncing and rolling under furniture.
Some skitter all the way to the wall. But all I care about is having her perfect tits exposed to me.
“Dante!” she gasps.
“You’re mine,” I say, crashing my mouth against hers.
At first, she resists, her lips tight, her hands pushing at my chest.
I feel my cock swell even more against the fabric of my pants. The struggle makes my blood pump faster.
Her breath comes in short bursts against my mouth.
Then something shifts. Her fingers stop pushing and start gripping my shirt instead.
Gina’s lips soften, parting slightly, and she kisses me with a little moan that vibrates between us.
Her tongue, hesitant at first, flicks against my lips, tasting me, testing me.
Then she grows bolder and slides her tongue into my mouth. My hand moves to Gina’s breasts, cupping their perfect weight in my palms.
I slide my other hand down between her legs, finding her soaking wet. My fingers come away glistening. She’s dripping for me, her body begging for what only I can give her.
I stand and move her so she’s bent over my desk. I push her creamy thighs apart with my leg, feeling the soft skin against my pants.
My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as I position myself behind her, my breath coming faster now.
Gina searches for something to hold on to, her fingers splaying across the polished wood. But the desk is too vast, too smooth. I watch her struggle for a moment, enjoying the way her body moves.
More roughly than I intend, I pin her wrists above her head. Her skin feels delicate in my grip, like I could snap her bones if I pressed too hard.
I unzip my pants to free my cock. Then I hold her there, feeling her pulse racing as my cock nudges against her tight hole. The heat of her body makes me dizzy with desire.
My mind’s clouded by how fucking incredible she feels pressed against me. Her wetness coats me, running down her legs like she can’t control her own desire.
When I press against her tight entrance, I feel that puckered hole contract. Like her body’s fighting between wanting me and being afraid.
The sight of her bent over my desk, trembling slightly, her skin flushed pink where I marked her, drives me crazy.
I need to claim every part of Gina’s body so she understands she belongs to me completely.
I grip her hips harder, fingers digging in to her flesh. Blood pounds in my ears as I stare down at her vulnerable body.
Nobody disrespects me like that and walks away unscathed. My cock throbs as I imagine how it would feel to drive into her unprepared.
How good it would feel to hear that first shocked gasp tear from her throat when she realizes I won’t be gentle this time.
In my head, I’m already taking her hard and fast, imagining how her body would jerk forward with each brutal thrust.
And how her voice would break as she screamed my name.
Only me.
“Dante,” she whispers. “I’m not ready.”
Three words. That’s all it takes.
My hands come off her wrists before I’ve decided to move them.
Her skin is red where I held her.
I stay where I am, breathing hard, my cock still pressed against her. Every part of me wants to finish what I started.
“Look at me,” I say.
She turns her head against the desk. Her eyes are wet. Not afraid. Waiting.
Nobody tells me no. Not my uncle, not the Russians, not the men who work for me. She weighs a hundred pounds and she said two words and I stopped.
I step back, breathing hard. Cold air moves between us.
She’s my wife. My responsibility. After disrespecting me in front of my brothers, she needs to be disciplined.
But now, I realize it wasn’t her intention.
“In the future, make certain you conduct yourself as my wife at all times.”
“I will, Dante,” she says.
Then she turns over on the desk and looks up at me. She takes hold of my shirt and pulls.
“I didn’t say stop,” she says.
I move back to her, raising her hips slightly to press the swollen head of my cock against her pussy.
The first contact with her wet heat nearly makes me lose control. Her pussy clenches around the tip, like it’s trying to pull me in deeper, gripping me tight.
I feel every tiny contraction against my sensitive skin. Gina’s so fucking warm and slick around me, and I can already tell how good it’s going to feel when I finally thrust all the way inside.
I continue my playful teasing, letting just the tip of my cock circle her clit while I watch her squirm against my desk.
Finally, I can’t fucking control myself anymore. I sink my teeth into the soft flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.
Her cry echoes through my office. I run my tongue over the mark I’ve made, tasting salt and sweetness.
“Sei bellissima, piccola mia,” I whisper against her reddening skin. Her body trembles beneath me, and I can’t hold back anymore. I dig my fingers into her hips and ram myself inside her in one heated thrust.
The tight heat of her squeezing around me nearly makes me lose my mind.
“Dante!”
The way she screams my name makes my blood pound harder. I can’t tell if I’m hurting her or pleasing her. For a crazy second, I don’t care which it is.
“You’re mine.”
I growl through clenched teeth, driving into her harder. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls tightening.
Though this session was meant to be Gina’s punishment, she’s enjoying it entirely too much. She’s just moments from her own orgasm, and I want to make it good for her.
I reposition myself so that I stimulate her clit with my fingers between thrusts.
It’s a first for her, as she goes wild as she explodes.
I continue the stimulation as she arches her back to better ride through her orgasm.
When I come, it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.
My entire body jerks as pleasure rips through me, making my vision blur. My cock pulses inside her, shooting hot cum.
I groan, gripping her hips harder as the intense waves crash through me.
When I’m spent, I fall against her.
We remain like that a few moments, catching our breath. Then I lift her into my arms and carry her toward her bathroom for a well-deserved bath.
“You’re mine, Gina,” I whisper against her temple.
“And I’ll always protect what’s mine. Even from myself.”
She sighs and nestles closer.
“Good girl.”