CHAPTER 57
When I open my eyes, my son is still sleeping, and behind him there are just pillows piled up. No sign of Dante.
Are our days going to be like this, or is he just busy because of what happened in Ireland?
After going to the bathroom, I put my slippers on and walk to Dante’s room. I enter without knocking—and it turns out to be a pleasantly unexpected mistake.
He’s fresh out of the shower, naked, sitting on the edge of his bed. He moves his hand along his length. His eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. His heavy breathing draws me closer. I want to put him in my mouth. Whether I lead or he does, it doesn’t matter—watching him gives me enough.
He quickens his pace and opens his eyes. Heat rushes to my cheeks as soon as he realises I’m watching. A tingling sensation spreads through my body; my breasts feel heavy, and as if drawn by a magnet, I want to get closer, but…
“Will you finish for me, or will you just stay there, staring?”
I smile. “I would… but there’s a baby sleeping in my room.”
He huffs, standing up, and walks to the closet.
Am I crazy for staring at his round arse and how perfect it is? I bite my lip again. That jerk is irresistible from any angle. I could admire—and touch—his back muscles all day and never get tired of it.
He turns back towards me, a small box in his hands.
“You have two minutes to learn how to use this. If you don’t, I’ll drag you here myself.”
“Is that a threat?”
He raises an eyebrow. I snatch the box and run back to my room. I read the instructions on the device and manage to set the little camera near the bed, but the damned thing won’t turn on. It needs batteries.
I take the ones from the remote control, but they’re too small. I search in the nightstand and find four medium-sized ones. I slot them in, switch it on, and turn around so I—
Dante is standing in the doorway, his erection straining against his pyjamas.
Holy—
He strides towards me. I step back, shaken. A smile threatens to escape me. I hit the wall, and he covers my mouth, yanking my hair back to lift my chin.
He leans into my ear, and my stomach twists.
“Is it on?” he whispers.
I nod, though I’m not entirely sure if it’s working. He smiles against my neck and crouches to sling me over his shoulder.
“Dante!”
He spanks me, and I squeal.
“Silence, or you’ll wake Finn,” he whispers. “I’m not planning to share you with anyone today.”
I cover my mouth to stifle nervous laughter. I’m not even sure where he’s taking me; I can only see how his trousers shift against his arse as he walks.
God, I’m sick.
He stops in his tracks.
“What—”
“I’m going to see Finn!” Greta yells.
Oh, God.
Dante tells her something in Italian. I hope it’s nothing even more embarrassing. He spanks me again when she closes the door, and I groan aloud.
As soon as we’re inside his room, he leaves me on the floor, putting the baby monitor he gave me on a shelf, though we don’t need it anymore. He shoves me against the wall and starts kissing me as if he’s starving.
How I missed him.
“Ho bisogno di te, ragnetta.” He pants against my lips, squeezing my arse, he pulls me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. “I need an answer.”
“About what?”
He pulls back a few inches, looking at me with pleading eyes.
This man is going to kill me. How can he be so lethal yet so vulnerable in front of me?
“What is this? What are we?”
I run my hands through his hair and tug slightly. He spanks me again, and I bite back a smile.
“I’ll give you an answer, but I have some conditions.”
He devours me, pressing his body to mine. He slides two fingers into my mouth. I suck them as if they were his member, but it’s barely a few beats before he withdraws them, then moves my knickers aside and slips both inside me.
I pant, and he smiles.
“Ti ascolto.”42
He knows I can’t think when he does this!
As he moves his fingers agonisingly slow, I can barely hold back my moans.
“Finn… won’t hear us, right?” I pant.
“No, amore. You can be as loud as you want.”
Thank God.
He takes me to the bed, lowering my body without taking his fingers away. His thumb brushes my clit, and I spread my legs wider for him. God, it feels incredible.
“Talk to me, Lana. Don’t make me use your mouth for something else.”
He moves his fingers inside and out at a devastating pace.
“Finn… he’s first… no matter how… how… Fuck, Dante.”
His laughter and the sound of my wetness fill the room. His mouth sucks on my clit while his fingers continue to drive me insane. He uses his free hand to keep my legs open.
“Go on, amore.”
“No matter what… we’re doing.”
“Mhm…”
I look down. He opens his mouth and moves his tongue as fast as he can before sucking again, never taking his eyes off mine.
I arch my back and wiggle my hips, searching for release.
This is too much.
Focus!
“You won’t boss me around.” I place my hand on his head, keeping him right where I want him. “Ever… I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.”
He stops. I look at him, confused. His bright, amused eyes hold mine. “As long as there are no men involved.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“Good.”
He latches onto me again, and I let myself enjoy it. His hand slides up from my thigh until it reaches my breast, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.
“Dante—”
“Come for me, amore. Now.”
His fingers quicken their pace, and his tongue stays exactly where I want it. I press his head against my core until heat explodes through me, my hips writhing, desperate for more.
A few seconds later his fingers slip out of me, and his tongue moves over me, his hands gripping my arse so I can’t pull away.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“You will always tell me the truth,” I manage to say, drained from the orgasm. “No—” I scream as he thrusts into me in one motion. He lifts my hips as if I weigh nothing, pushing inside me over and over again.
“Go on, ragnetta. I’m all ears.”
His hands trail up my legs until they reach my sensitive clit, rubbing his thumb against it.
“I need—”
He moves my hips again effortlessly. I touch my breasts while he focuses on me, but—
“We need to talk,” I pant.
“You can talk.”
I take a deep breath, and with one movement of my hips, I turn him around. He lies on his back, looking surprised.
“Che cazzo?”
At least training is good for something. That, and Dante not being in full dominant mode.
He smiles and takes his hands to my hips.
“Show me what else you’ve got.”
I take my pyjama dress off and stand naked over him. The only thing I’m wearing is my knickers, but he rips them off and tosses them aside.
As I start to move slowly, he takes his hands to my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. I lean back, holding myself on his thighs, and rub against him. One of his hands goes up to my mouth, pressing his thumb to my lips. I take my tongue out and lick it, looking straight into his eyes.
“Didn’t you want to talk?” he asks.
I bite him—just enough to make him whine. He pinches my nipples and tugs them, forcing me to fall forward. I press my hands to his chest, but his fingers slide around my neck again and pull me closer until I’m inches from his lips.
“Move.”
I grip his neck as well and roll my hips. He grins.
“I don’t want lies,” I say through gritted teeth, “or for you to leave out details.” I lean in and kiss him before continuing. “No lovers.”
“Sei l’unica.”43
“You’ll be only mine for the rest of your life.”
“And you’re willing to be mine?”
I smile but don’t reply. His eyes darken, and he grabs my arse again. Before I can react, he lifts me and sets me on top of the dressing table.
“You’re asking a lot for a little slut, don’t you think?”
“Really?”
He thrusts deep, and I lose my breath. He doesn’t even give me a moment to catch it.
“You must be mine. Your whole life,” he grunts.
His thrusts quicken, the dressing table banging against the wall over and over as he keeps me spread exactly how he wants. His gaze trails over my body before lingering at the place where our bodies join.
I reach for my clit, but he slaps my hand away and stops.
“What the—”
He pulls out and grabs me again, lifting me easily before tossing me onto the bed. I love being manhandled by him like this.
He climbs on top of me and rubs his erection over my arse, whispering, “It seems you’ve forgotten where you belong. So now, be a good little whore and take it all—no more whining.”
His hand presses me down into the mattress. He opens the drawer on the nightstand, and something cold touches my behind.
I tense, a shiver running down my spine.
“Dante—”
“You have a word. If you don’t want it, use it.”
I bite my lip. Truth is, I’m curious to know how this feels when you actually want it.
He takes a condom.
“This is why you had them?” My voice sounds shakier than I intended.
He never wears condoms… with me.
“No.”
I can’t even process the heartbreak before one of his fingers slides slowly into my back hole, massaging the edge.
Fuck, I’m—
“Dante, please—”
“You want to be punished, amore? Then you’ll be.” He presses the finger deeper. “Relax.”
I bite my lip hard as he thrusts another finger in.
“I’ll own every inch of your body, ragnetta,” he says, voice husky. “Everything belongs to me. Only me.”
He slips another finger inside and begins to move them faster. I pant, gripping the bedsheets, eyes squeezed shut.
I hadn’t expected it to be this pleasant.
Now he’s moving his fingers and rubbing my clit in slow circles.
“You want me to fill you up, vita mia?”
I nod, moaning out loud.
He pulls his fingers free and rubs his shaft over my entrance, then slides upward. He presses a little and pulls away, over and over, until the head is inside and I gasp.
“Relax, sweetheart… Do you want to move?”
I nod again, and he pours more liquid near my hole.
I edge closer to him, spreading my cheeks and legs as wide as I can. It bothers me a little, but the discomfort fades almost instantly. I repeat the movement until he’s fully inside, and we both moan.
“I’m doing my best not to move,” he groans through gritted teeth.
“And I’m very thankful for it.”
He laughs and squeezes my cheeks harder. One of his hands slides to my pelvis, then down to my clit, rubbing it with the tips of his fingers. I move slowly, preparing myself, until I’m ready to let him do whatever he wants with me.
“You feel delicious,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”
He draws back slowly, then pushes in again, over and over. Any trace of pain or discomfort is drowned beneath the waves of pleasure rolling through me. I’m so full.
“Dante—”
“You want me to stop?”
“No, please—”
He adds more lube, but this time it moves faster as he massages the spot.
“Cazzo, amore. è così bello con te.”44
He leans over me and rubs my clit as fast as he can. The knot of pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly.
“Do you feel as good as I do?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No. Oh, God!”
“You’ll let me fuck this tight little arse until I come?”
“Yes!”
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.”
I do. His thrusts come faster and harder each time. Tears slip from my eyes, yet my orgasm still hits me—more intense than any I’ve felt before.
He thrusts a couple more times, then presses deep into me. I feel him pulsing inside.
When he pulls out, I’m relieved. I can’t even move, not enough to clean myself. After a few seconds, he lies beside me and pulls me close. He rubs my hair and kisses my head.
I wrap my arms around his torso and, with my greatest effort, throw a leg over his.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
I shake my head and smile. He wipes the tears from my face with his hand and kisses my forehead.
“Next time won’t hurt that much.”
“Next time? You want to kill me?”
He laughs and rubs my back.
“So, do you have an answer yet?”
“Depends. Why do you have condoms? You never wear condoms.”
He rolls his eyes. “In case you caved in but didn’t want to feel me. I bought them before because I knew the bastard wouldn’t let you use birth control, though I didn’t know you didn’t realise you could get pregnant. I was prepared if you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
I smile sadly. “Now you don’t mind?”
He shrugs. “If you want me to use them, just tell me. I promise not to come inside you if you don’t want to take risks.” He pauses. “Unless you decide otherwise, at least. I can’t spend my whole life without feeling you bare.”
I brush his chest with my hand, pressing it over the spider tattoo. There’s a bullet wound nearby, but I’d rather not ask.
“You want us to go back to where we were?” I ask, looking up. “Us being engaged?”
“I don’t want to rush you, sweetheart. You wanting to be by my side is enough.”
I smile. “We could be engaged and get married in the future.” I kiss his chest. “I’d like for Finn to be a bit older.”
Now he smiles. “I’ll wait as long as you need. No pressure.”
I lean in to kiss him. “Just don’t betray me, and we’ll be fine.”
Notes:
42.I'm listening.
43. You are the only one.
44. Fuck, love. You feel so good.