Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I lost his arm as he reached into the nightstand, then pressed my hips up so he could roll on the protection before pulling me against his cock again.
Dante threw his weight, rolling me under him.
The kiss broke, his head lifting to look down at me as his hips shifted.
I felt the press of him against me for a moment before his hips thrust forward.
I gasped at the deep stretch of him, and Dante groaned at the tightening of me.
Settled deep, there was a moment of nothing—just shock, pleasure, an intimacy there were no words for.
But it wasn’t long before the need clawed at both of us.
My legs lifted to bracket his lower back. My arms closed around him.
Then he was moving, slow and deep, the movements careful, measured, savoring the magic of something new.
It wasn’t long before the need for release was overwhelming us.
My hips rocked to meet his thrusts—harder, faster—and my heels dug into his ass, driving him in deeper each time.
My moans tangled with his groans and curses as we both surged forward toward that aching oblivion.
I tightened.
A rumble moved through his chest.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice deep and rough. “Let me feel you come.”
Then I did, body tensing, then releasing into a million shivers, my moans a strangled sound as the waves moved through me again and again.
But Dante wasn’t done with me yet.
As soon as my body went lax again, he was moving—slow and sweet, giving my body a chance to come down and start to build at the same time.
Once my hips were rocking to meet his thrust for thrust, he rolled himself under me once again.
I sat back, finding the exact right angle.
His hips bucked.
Mine circled.
And we were lost in the sensation once again, but this time Dante’s hands were all over me. They slid up my hips, my ribs, teased my breasts, then, finally, slid between my thighs, engaging my clit as I kept riding him.
My moans filled the quiet house.
My movements were wild, reckless, desperate.
“Dante,” I cried, my whole body stiffening as I stood at the precipice, suddenly a little afraid of the fall, the crash.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go,” he added, voice rough. “I’ve got you.”
And despite it all, I somehow knew he did.
Have me.
So I did what he said.
I let go.
The orgasm ripped violently through me, stealing my breath, taking my voice, leaving me shuddering.
Dante pulled me down against him, thrusting up into me through it, dragging it out as I cried out against his neck.
Then, with one rough curse, he followed me, body tensing and releasing.
We were both boneless afterward, panting, hearts racing.
Dante’s arm went around me, a grounding presence I didn’t know I needed until it was there.
His other hand slipped upward to sift through my hair, patiently waiting for me to come back to myself.
Only then did he roll us onto our sides. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Alone, I rolled onto my back, hand pressed to a heart that felt broken open, raw, vulnerable, at risk.
Of what?
Falling for him?
A mafia capo.
A dangerous man, by all accounts.
The concerns and fears swirled, kicking up more and more with each passing second until the cyclone they created threatened to lift me up, spin me around, and never let me go.
It was then that Dante’s arm slid under me, curling me until I was against him, my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The sound of it shut up my thoughts. It silenced the whole world until all there was… was him.
And with that, I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Dante
I was up first, my internal clock accustomed to early morning gym trips so I could squeeze in a workout before any Family meetings. I felt like I thought more clearly when I gave myself those moments of activity early in the day.
If there was ever a morning I didn’t need clarity, though, it was the one where I woke up with Hazel on my chest, her soft body melted into me, her warm breath on my skin, her hand resting gently on my shoulder.
All the noise of life, of my own mind, fell away, leaving only her, and the surety of this moment.
It wasn’t some grand revelation.
It was a quiet recognition.
Her, my soul seemed to scream. Yes, her.
So I settled into the stillness.
Until something in her sleep had her stirring, grumbling, then rolling off to my side.
I slid out of bed, pulled the covers over her, brushed my teeth, then made my way downstairs to get coffee and breakfast started.
“Fucking Christ!” I snapped, my heart stuttering, when I walked into the kitchen to find Domenico already sitting at the table, eating the leftovers from last night’s dinner. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I asked, making my way over to the coffee pot and getting it started. Even if his little jump scare was enough to wake me fully up.