“I love you fucking me.”
“Tell me how close you are to coming.”
“Really close, it’s almost too much.”
“Tell me whose name you’re going to scream when you come all over my cock.”
“Yours.”
“Whose pussy am I fucking?”
She hesitated so I paused all movement. “Don’t stop, please. It’s yours, your pussy.”
I couldn’t have fought my grin had I wanted to, and I didn’t. “Too fucking right this is my pussy, and don’t ever forget it.” My balls were tightening and I was ready to explode, but I needed her there with me. “Come, Anna, come with me, come for me.”
And like that she screamed my name as I came harder than I thought was possible and I knew in that second she had ruined me, meaning one way or another, her leaving would be temporary and one day, her place would forever be in my bed.
CHAPTERSIX
ANNA
Lying in the darkness, I felt the bed dip as Dante climbed in beside me. Unsure whether I should speak or not, I lay perfectly still and waited as I replayed his words, ‘you were, you are and always will be, mia ragazza. I will never hurt you. Tell me you believe that’.When I had nodded my affirmation, it had been entirely genuine and his reference to me having always being his girl made it even easier.
Closing my eyes, my memories took me back to our childhood and growing up together. There had been a group of us, dozens of us much of the time, but within that larger group had been a smaller one; Aldo, Gino, me, Dante and a few of his brothers. Girls had seemed few in number, and those who were there enjoyed playing dress up and pretending their dolls were babies. Some of them preferred to spend time with their mothers, helping and emulating them, but not me. Perhaps because I had a brother and not a sister, I preferred the company of the boys and the games they played. Football, climbing trees, driving old cars around the estate and shooting when we were old enough and allowed to. I had been raised here on the estate, we had a house here and when my mother had gotten sick, she had received the best care money could buy. When she died, I buried my grief in my friendships, sometimes pushing boundaries. Aldo would try to guide me, but he was bereft following the loss of our mother and despite his best efforts he wasn’t always around, especially not as he began to be drawn into the business.
The one who was always there was Dante. He was older than me but younger than Aldo and we enjoyed the same things, shared a sense of humour and growing up together meant that I trusted him implicitly. We were teenagers when things changed. Gino asked me out on a date, not something I would ever have agreed to. We were not friends in our own right but by association and mutual friends, plus I didn’t view him as anything beyond that so turned him down flat. He quickly moved on to another girl with connections to the family and eventually ended up marrying her.
Rolling onto my side, my back facing Dante, a deep shudder shook my whole body.
“Hey.” One word in a familiar voice that reassured and lit something within me in a split second.
The sensation of Dante’s arms wrapping around me felt like home and along with my trip down memory lane caused me to remember that this is how my life should have been. I couldn’t even blame Aldo for how things had turned out, but it hadn’t helped. However, the tears that sprung to my eyes were the biggest surprise, that, and the feeling of an obvious erection pressing against me, no matter how Dante attempted to adjust himself.
“Let me hold you,” Dante said, his body moving closer to mine, the heat from it scorching me through the pyjamas I wore.
“Thank you.” My words were stammered as I attempted to disguise my upset.
“What is wrong, Anna? Talk to me, please.” Dante Caputo didn’t beg but there was no mistaking the pleading in his voice.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about us, about you calling me mia ragazza and that I wished I had never had to leave here.”
“Ssh, you’re safe, you’re here, you’re home again,” he told me as he kissed the top of my head and then loosened his grip enough that I could roll over and face him. “You are so beautiful, Anna.” His forehead came to rest against mine while one hand came up to cup my chin, stroking across the skin there. “I missed you, more than you could know . . . not just this last year, but before then. When things changed, when I had to grow up and move into the business.”
“It’s okay, the business was your birthright and something you always wanted. You don’t ever need to apologise for that.”
“You were what I always wanted too. We made a plan, you and I, always you and I, but business took over and you went to school, made friends and things changed . . .” His voice trailed off and I knew what came next. “Then Gino and Aldo . . .”
“Ssh,” it was my turn to try and silence him now. “It’s in the past.”
“I don’t want us to be in the past, Anna. You are mine, it’s still you and me, forever.”
“Dante . . .” I wanted what he was suggesting, meaning any other words or protests I might have been planning died on my lips.
“You were going to have your adventures while I learned my role in the business and then you were supposed to come back to me, unless you had gone straight and joined the police or become a public prosecutor.”
We both laughed as I moved closer, desperate for what felt like a life changing moment to become just that.
“Are you mocking my childhood career aspirations?”
