"He accused me of stringing him along," I whisper into Dante’s skin, my heart still aching with the realization that I've lost a friend. A man I didn't know as well as I thought I did. "Is that why you were jealous? Did you somehow read something in the dance? Did I lay it on a bit too thick? Dante, is this my fault?”
“None of this is your fault,” he rasps, stroking my hair and kissing my neck and shoulders. "I wasn't jealous because I thought you had feelings for your dance partner. I was jealous that another man was close to you, touching you. I get jealous whenever a man talks to you, and it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me." I shiver when he traces his fingers along my arms, in a move that is more soothing than sexual. “If that asshole developed feelings for you and decided to be a creep about it, then it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him. You can’t control how people feel, Gia.”
His words have me turning around to look at him. “And you, how do you feel?”
That seems to surprise him, and I can’t tell if it’s the question or the change of subject that does the job, but he recovers fast. “Where do I even start?” he rasps, brushing his mouth over mine before pulling back. “I fell for you the second I saw you, Gia. I knew you were mine the moment I spotted you in that church and did everything to make sure you became mine."
“But…you never pursued me.”
“I did it in little ways, you just never noticed.” He laughs when my brows knit in confusion. “Gia, I bought an apartment you loved and decorated it to your taste. I asked your opinion on everything, even things that I didn't need advice on, just so I could hear your voice. I took you out on so many lunch and dinner dates so I could be close to you. You've always been the woman for me, Gia. I was just waiting for you to catch up."
I groan and fall back against his chest. “You should have told me and saved us so much trouble. I guess a part of me knew there was something between us, but I was scared that I was reading too much into it.” I sigh, running a finger along thehand he has banded around my waist. “Does this mean we’re in a relationship?”
His arm tightens around me, and I feel the press of his lips on my shoulder even as his hand slides down my hip, I feel my pussy grow slick with arousal. “You’re mine,” he rasps into my skin. “However you want to label it, you belong to only me, and that isn’t ever going to change, not in this life or any of the ones that follow."
I gasp when his hand slides under the water and between my legs. I jolt against him when his finger grazes my clit. He uses his other hand to fondle my breast, taking my nipple gently between his fingers and pulling at the sensitive bud, sending a storm of heat to my core. "Oh God."
“I wanted to kill him,” Dante breathes into my ear, his teeth grazing the shell. “The angle was so perfect, and I could have put an end to his pathetic life, but I didn’t want to traumatize you.” My fingers dig into his thigh, and I cry out when he slides his finger between my folds, slowly inching it inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight, baby!” he growls when I clench around his finger. He brushes his nose against my ear, his breath turning ragged. “Only I will ever get to see you like this. Feel the warmth of your tight little pussy around my finger.”
“Oh God, Dante, it feels so good,” I whimper, grabbing onto the hand on my chest as his finger moves faster, thrusting in and out of me. I’m sobbing when he adds another finger, twisting them to press against that sensitive spot that has my hips arching out of the tub. Water splashes onto the floor when he presses his fingers deeper into me, his other hand playing with my nipples, tugging them between his fingers until the delicious pressure in my stomach threatens to burst. I thrash in the water, moaning as I chase his fingers and cry out when he pulls them out.
His hands wrap around my waist, and he lifts me before turning me to face him. I spread my thighs as I straddle him, gasping when I feel the hard press of his erection against my aching core. His eyes stay locked on mine and she slowly guides me to sit on his cock, inching slowly inside of me. I’m still a little sore from this morning, but all that fades away as he sinks into my pulsing flesh, making me shudder with ecstasy. He’s so big, and I can feel him stretching me, filling me completely.
"Fuck!" he growls when I move my hips back and forth. He grasps my hips to slow me down, but it’s like my body has a mind of its own. I can't stop or slow down.
I can’t think.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my lips seeking his with a need to connect. A need to remind myself that I have him now. That I always will.
“I love you,” I whisper, my mind too far gone to realize just how much of my heart I am baring to him, but once the words are out, I find that I don’t care.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me close to him as I roll my hips around his shaft, tiny bursts of pleasure sparking in my core until they threaten to burst. “You’re mine. Only mine.Mia passerotta. I love you, Gia.”
My pussy tightens around him as I feel myself edging closer to a drop. His hips move to pump into me, holding me close as he moves, faster and harder, his breath heavy and tantalizing against my skin. “Close,” I whimper, my nails digging into his wet skin. “Dante, oh God!”
I scream as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body. I bury my face in his neck and bite hard into his shoulder as he pumps into me, his cock stroking my sensitive flesh through the tremors and intensifying the orgasm. He pounds into me three more times before he comes with a bellow, his body stilling against mine before he floods me with his warm cum.
“Fuuuck," he groans, pumping his pulsing cock into me harder until I've milked him to the last drop. I collapse against him, panting even as his cock twitches inside of me. He squeezes me tight before his head falls against my shoulder. “Fuck, baby, are you okay?”
"Hmm," I hum, feeling tired but deliciously limber. “I want to stay like this forever.”
“We need to get up soon. The water is getting cold.”
Still, neither of us moves, and we stay locked together a while longer before finally climbing out of the tub. We dry each other, and I slid into his T-shirt before climbing into his bed. I find myself pulled flush against him, and I let out a yawn as the day finally catches up with me. I’m starting to fall asleep when a thought occurs to me.
“What did you whisper to Eric earlier?”
I feel Dante’s lips on my nape. "I told him that not even prison will keep me from getting to him, and he should be expecting a visit soon."
"What are you going to do?"
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about,” he says, squeezing me tightly. “All you need to know is that I have everything covered, and no one will ever hurt you again.You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever is necessary to make sure it stays that way.”
His words should scare me. The man is dangerous. Heck, I knew this when I met him. All the Rossi brothers are intense. Yet, I allowed myself to fall in love with the man. This is my life, the one I choose to live. And he’s the man I want to stay with forever.
With his arms solid around me, I close my eyes and allow myself to relax. For the first time in a long time, I’m completely at peace.
