Which was his mistake.
I texted the group chat knowing today was the day that we were going to meet with the Cartel, after having made contact when we first arrived to set the meeting up, and that had me feeling lightheaded.
Also it was my birthday and the thought of getting older, getting married, everything changing had me feeling emotional.
“Buon compleanno, principessa.”
My eyes lift from the phone to Dante.
A very naked and a very attractive looking Dante walking towards me with his dark hair wet, his beard growing in from a few days without a razor and making me ache, longing for it to brush against my thighs.
Dante seemed to know exactly what I was thinking as he dropped down on the bed, grabbing my ankle, yanking open my thighs as he kissed up my calf. His lips leaving searing trails of heat that pooled wetness at my core.
“Fuck. Dante.”
My hand slid into his hair as I tried to tug him faster along the trail he was taking, wanting him to soothe the ache he was causing between my thighs.
So much drinking and partying meant that moments like this that we had thought we’d get in Vegas hadn’t happened once. The pent up sexual energy was so strong that I thought I was going to explode in need.
“You have hours before your spa day with the girls. Let me worship my bride and take all the time I need to do so.”
His teeth scrape at the skin as I moan, writhing in the sheets for him. Needing more from him as his nose slid over my slit, inhaling me in as I gasp out at the sound he makes, cheeks burning as I blush.
This man had me ready to sell my soul.
“You smell like my dreams.” His tongue part my folds, licking me as my bottom lip got sucked into my mouth. My eyes rolling back as I prayed to every god I could think of to not faint from desire, “Mia dio. Your pussy tastes like heaven, principessa. Tastes like it needs me.”
His hands push up my thighs, his thumbs hooking into my lips and spreading me open. Exposing my pink pussy to his greedy gaze and making him growl, animalistic with need as I watch the way he took in my arousal. How he reacts to my body in a way that makes me squirm.
Dante wanted me most of the time but right now he looks like he was going to go crazy as he let his finger slide, spreading wetness from my hole over my clit as I tremble, helpless under his touch.
It feels so good to be touched by him.
“A week from today you’re going to be so sore from taking my cock all weekend. You’re going to be all full of my cum and begging me to take it easy on you. And god knows I’m sorry because I’m not going to be able to principessa. I’m going to use you up and fuck this hole until you pass out and even then I won’t be able to stop. Do you know why? Because you’re my weakness. You’re my salvation. You’re my everything and I can’t ever get enough of you.”
Part of me wanted to tell him we should practice our wedding night now, test it out just to make sure all the pieces fit together like they were supposed to.
But we had traditions to uphold.
Always bound by them.
I’d be Mrs. Dante Luchese in less than a week and I’d get all of my husband then.
“You know you’ll make love to me, Dante. You’ll whisper sweet nothings in my ear and treat me like I’m made of glass.”
His thumb brushes my clit as I groan, stomach tightening under his touch. Moaning when his tongue swipes at my entrances, licking me with that unabashed desire for me. Showing me how much he wants me with each stroke of his tongue.
My hand knots in his hair as I buck up, eyes on him as I watch him devouring me between my legs, a man who wants to please me.
A king serving his queen.
“I want to watch you make love to me for the first time. I want to see you take me, claim me. I want to look into your eyes as you enter me for the first time and know that I’m yours. And when you’re inside me you’ll finally admit it. What you’ve been keeping from me.”
Dante pulls away, lips wet with my arousal as I send him a pout, my chest rising and falling as his eyes, dark and dangerous look up at me.
“Pray, do tell me, princess what I am keeping from you.”
There is a challenge in his voice and if I wasn’t drunk with arousal maybe I would think with something other than my unhinged sexual need.
But I don’t.
I take his challenge like I take all of his challenges. Grabbing the bull by his horns or in this case I tug his hair, yanking him up as he bares his teeth at me like he wants to snap.
Rapid dog.
“That you’re in love with me.”
Dante’s eyes soften as he looks at me, blinking as if he’s not sure of what to say to this and if I was a weaker woman I would think that I was wrong. That he didn’t love me.
But I am not.
I’m strong enough and comfortable enough to say this to him without fear of it going wrong.
Maybe I should have fear.
Dante does.
I can see it in his eyes that he is worried about it and for a second I think about how I want to run from here. How I made a terrible mistake and I trusted someone and I fell in love with him and-
