CHAPTER 58
“So, you want more children?”
Lana groans. Her naked, soaped body glistens under the shower.
“Privacy, please!” She turns around. “We’ll talk later.”
I roll my eyes and go back to the room. After drying myself, I stretch out on the bed.
The baby monitor sits on the nightstand beside me. I sigh. Mom is feeding Finn.
While I was growing up, I never wanted to be a father. Not until I met Lana. I had no idea whether she wanted children either, and I never imagined us having them.
We haven’t used protection, and I don’t know whether she’s decided to. I’ve simply forgotten. I know it’s irresponsible, yet the thought of her swollen with my child, me taking care of them both… it’s tempting.
I hated not being there during her pregnancy or for Finn’s first months of life. It’s something I’ll carry for the rest of my days, and nothing I do will ever make it up to them.
Lana comes back with a smile that vanishes the moment she sees me. She tilts her head, eyebrows raised.
“What’s wrong?”
“I should have fought harder,” I say, my eyes fixed on the monitor.
She sighs and straddles me. Her lips brush my neck; her soft hands travel along my jaw, threading into my hair.
“You did. Now we’re safe, and no one will touch us.” Her bright smile both fills and breaks my heart. “We could change our names. I could start over.”
The thing is, she’s not safe anymore. They know she’s alive and with me. I’m the one putting her—and Finn—in danger.
“You really want to be with me, Lana?”
I can’t let her leave the house alone anymore, not even with Javier. But I don’t want her kept here against her will, just because I think it’s safer. Yes, I had her here for months against her will, but it was only so she’d know the truth before I let her go.
If she decides to leave, I’ll take her far away from here, somewhere she won’t be at risk. I’ll visit her every week if she lets me. But I want her to stay because she wants me, not because it’s safe.
She lies on top of me, scratching my scalp, her head on my chest right above my heart.
“I do. I… I missed you. I really did, so much; you have no idea. Ever since you came back, I’ve wanted to hear you say you wanted me too.” She brushes my jaw with her thumb. “I thought they were telling the truth, but now I know they never were… not even my mum.”
“So, you trust me again?”
She nods slowly, wincing as if ashamed to admit it. “So please, don’t hurt us. I couldn’t take it.”
I smile sadly and kiss her head. “I won’t… but if someone messes with my family, do you think I’ll just stand by and do nothing? I don’t care who it is; I will kill them.”
She nods, huffing. I slide my hands to her waist. She leans up to kiss me and rubs against my cock while she lets me put my tongue in her mouth. My erection grows beneath her body, and a smile spreads across her puffy lips.
“You think you can take me again?” I ask between kisses. “Or are you too sore?”
She scrunches her nose. “As long as you don’t use the same place…”
I laugh, sliding my hand to the back of her neck and turning her onto her back. My palm glides down her throat to her breasts, drawing a moan from her as I pause to brush her nipples before continuing lower.
“You’re always so wet,” I murmur against her neck.
She’s about to protest when I slip two fingers inside her and work them the way she likes—hard and fast. She squirms beneath me as I take her breasts into my mouth. Her body tightens around my fingers.
“Sei mia, ragnetta. Solo mia.”45
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me down. “I’m only yours, Dante.”
I smile and withdraw my fingers, pressing them to her lips. She sucks without prompting, her green eyes full of desire, begging me to fuck her. “I have a better use for that little mouth.” I run my finger along her lower lip. “On your knees. Open wide.”
We both rise, and she complies, kneeling on the floor with her mouth parted, waiting. Her eyes hold an almost innocent look. Who would imagine she could be such a dirty little thing?
I slide my cock between her lips, in and out, slowly, before burying myself deep in her throat. She’s soft and warm. Her eyes brim with tears, but she doesn’t protest. She moves first, sucking and licking, one hand working the rest of me.
I grip the back of her neck, a fistful of hair in my hand, guiding her to a steady, delicious rhythm.
“You take me so well,” I groan. “Such a good whore, cara mia.”
She moans, the vibrations exquisite against me. “You want it harder?”
She nods, her mouth still full. I smile, placing both hands on her head and rubbing my thumbs along her cheeks.
I still can’t believe she’s mine.
“Greedy little slut.” I guide her head gently. “Relax your throat, sweetheart. I’ll use you until I come.”
A flicker of worry crosses her eyes, but she nods anyway. I start slow, letting her tongue move around me, before I quicken my pace. Her nails dig into my thighs as I thrust until I spill into her mouth. She keeps her gaze locked on mine, possessively, her lips glistening.
Before she can even decide what to do next, I grab her by the waist and lift her onto the bed. I claim her mouth in a powerful kiss, my hands roaming her breasts and arse until I’m positioned at her hips.
“What do you want from me?” I ask. “My tongue or my cock?”
“Your… cock. Please.”
I laugh and guide my shaft to her entrance. “You’re getting shy now, sweetheart?”
She blushes. I push into her slowly at first, then thrust harder until I’m fully inside. We both groan at the same time. I lean down, closing my mouth around her nipple and sucking; my mouth fills with her milk.
“Don’t do that!” she squeals, alarmed, the little bubble between us bursting.
“Don’t do what?”
“That… not while I’m still—”
I take her nipple back into my mouth and bite gently. She pants and presses closer to my body. My hips move faster against hers as she covers her face, but when I trail kisses up her neck, she wraps her arms around me instead.
“I said, all of you is mine, ragnetta,” I groan against her skin. “I meant it.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she whispers.
I shake my head, spreading her legs with my hand.
“Don’t you see what you do to me? Sei perfetta per me, ragnetta.
46 Don’t you see how well we fit; how good we feel together?
” She clenches around me when I thrust harder.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about between us.
This is beautiful. No matter how dirty we get, we’re making love to each other.
I’m loving every part of you, and I’ll never stop. ”
Her eyes shimmer with excitement. I find her lips and devour them as I thrust deeper every time. My need for her drives me fucking insane.
“Dante…”
“Scream for me, ragnetta. No one can hear you in here.”
She clenches around me, crying out my name, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Fill me up,” she whispers.
Fuck. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Come inside me. I want to feel you. I want—”
I thrust harder. She scratches down my back, arching against me.
This is heaven.
Notes:
45. You are mine, little spider. Only mine.
46. You're perfect for me.