Page 71 of Rescued By the Mafia

But that was behind her. She hadn’t been close to her mother in years. The truth was, it wouldn’t be hard to move forward without her, too. And when Iris looked around the gathering of people as she and Dante strode back down the aisle together, she didn’t feel sad at who was missing. She felt happy.

A happiness that turned to stupid, oddly lustful giddiness when they finally exited the yard through the side gate and she laid eyes on the limo he’d promised her. Stretch, of course, because Dante did nothing small. It even had the words Just Married painted in pastel pink across the trunk. Familiar, matching black SUVs were parked in front of and behind the limo, waiting to take part in their escort. There were still errant Ink Blots running loose, after all. But in this moment, Iris hardly cared about that.

Iris clapped her free hand over her mouth and smiled up at him. “You really remembered.”

He pulled her closer with the arm still linked around his. “Of course I did.”

A man Iris recognized as Eleonora’s driver opened the back door of the vehicle for them. “I’ll be your chauffeur for the afternoon, Boss. Mr. Enzo will take over to take you home.”

“Perfect.” Dante helped her tuck her dress in before sliding in after her and added, “Be sure to take the long way.”

Iris felt heat rush to her cheeks, despite that the only sound that followed was the quiet clicking of the door. She looked around, trying to take in the atmosphere of the vehicle around her and the way it differed from the SUVs and luxury sedans she had more or less become used to. It was more spacious. That wasn’t really surprising, considering, but that was what truly struck her. At least until their temporary driver settled into his seat and the privacy window rolled into place between the driver’s cabin and the rest of the car. She’d never seen one of those in real life.

Dante let out a breath as the car eased into motion. “You outdid yourself with this ring, Snapdragon.”

His statement caught her attention and Iris looked over at him, finding him examining it again. She smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

He lowered his hand and grinned at her, the expression a little more wild than usual. “I fucking love it,” he said. He reached out and caught her chin. “Now be a good girl and straddle me so I can fulfill that last fantasy of yours.”

The breath rushed from her again and Iris nearly face-planted as she fumbled with the skirt of her dress in order to find her way onto his lap. But Dante helped her sweep it around them, and then she was in place, her knees on either side of his hips and his clothed erection teasing up against her covered center. It was a little more cramped than when they made love in this sort of position at home, but she understood how it could still work. With the exception of the danger to her dress.

Dante ran his fingers over the silky skirt as if reading her mind. “You look so goddamn beautiful, honey,” he said, voice a rough whisper. He clamped his hands on her hips. “I’ll do my best not to ruin it, and we can renew our vows in twenty-five or fifty years and do all this over again. Including the limo.”

Iris giggled and leaned into him, pressing her lips lightly to his. “I imagine our sizes will be a tiny bit different by then, husband.”

His grip tightened. “Call me that again.”

She licked her lips and curled her arms around his neck. “Are you going to fuck me soon … husband?”

He growled and caught her lips in a hard, biting kiss, his tongue plunging past her lips. He tugged her hips down, grinding himself against her. She thought he might stretch his hands and start tearing at the bindings on her dress, but instead he eased his grip and reached between them, his fingers going straight for her pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Iris gasped and released her own grip of him in the interest of undoing his pants. “For you,” she panted against his lips. “Always for you.” She stroked her partially gloved palm along his length as he pushed two fingers inside her.

Dante moved his other hand up to the back of her head. “Put me inside, honey. Ride your husband’s cock like the fucking queen you are.”

She kissed his jaw and maneuvered herself carefully, his fingers slipping from her as she moved his dick into position. Then she lowered herself down, just slowly enough to draw out a moan from both of them, until she was fully seated on his thick length. Her mouth fell open and she clung to him. “Dante…”

He gripped her thigh, beneath the skirt of the dress, and bucked his hips to start a rhythm. “So damn tight.” He tugged her lips back to his for a wet, sloppy kiss. His urgency fueled her own and Iris half sobbed against him as he ravaged her in the most delicious way. She wanted to peel his layers off him and let her breasts drag against his chest, to feel his fingers digging into her skin wherever he grabbed, but she knew they couldn’t indulge quite that thoroughly. Not yet.

He broke from her lips and moved his hands to her ass, the skirt of her dress hanging over his arms as he used her ass cheeks for leverage to help her bounce on his cock. The angle dragged him against that spot inside her that shot blissful fire into her veins and Iris sucked in a sharp breath, her hands twisting in the back of his coat as their bodies moved. “Yes, yes,” she chanted, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. “Please, sir, please let me—”

“You can come,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you through it and into another.” He moved his lips to her ear. “I’m going to fucking live in your sweet pussy from the moment we get on that plane tonight until the moment we get home again.” He ran his tongue along her earlobe as her body began to spasm against his. “You’re not going to have a choice but to be pregnant by the end of the week, honey. And I can’t fucking tell you how much I’m looking forward to it.”

Tears pricked her eyes as he thrust up into her again and she screamed out, the orgasm consuming her. The unique fire only he could give her, the one that felt like coming alive from the inside out, crashed through her as she clung tighter to him. And all the while, her head spun with his words.

She wanted that. She wanted to give him that. And if it was possible— No. Not if. Dante had said he would, and so he would.

Iris pulled his face up to hers for another messy kiss, her body moving on pure instinct against his as he continued to surge in and out of her core. He released her ass in favor of wrapping his arms around her, holding her tighter, turning the thrusting into grinding. She opened her mouth, speaking between kisses and gasps for breath. “Let’s start now. We have so many rooms to fill.”

Dante growled into the kiss, his body spasming as his own release finally hit. He held her to him, their lips sliding almost lazily together as they panted for breath. “Such a good fucking girl,” he said. He trailed his fingers up to her shoulder, fingering the sleeve. “I resent having to make another appearance today more than I expected to.”

She buried her face in the groove of his neck in an attempt to smother her giggle. Then she dragged in a breath and sat up enough to meet his gaze, doing her best to ignore the way he shifted inside her. “Dante … thank you.”

He arched a brow. “This is a strange time to say that, Snapdragon.”

She smiled, attempting to smooth some of the wrinkles from his coat. “I mean, for everything. For rescuing me from my nightmare. For literally making my dreams come true. For helping me find the strength I still have inside.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “For loving me, even when I wasn’t sure I believed in love.”

His expression softened and he cupped her cheeks, pulling her close enough to rest her forehead against his. “I’ve been happy to do all of that, Iris. You don’t need to thank me.” He wiped the tear away with his thumb. “So long as I breathe, I am yours, and you are mine. No force on this earth can change that. You don’t need to believe in anyone else’s fantasy—believe only in that.”

A warm, settling feeling came over her and Iris layered her hands over the backs of his. “I will always believe in you, Dante.”

He hummed and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, until the gentle rocking of their hips sent them tumbling into one more keening orgasm. And she knew, as they shuffled to put themselves somewhat back together, her dress would definitely not survive the night. But that was okay.

Her marriage would survive a lifetime.

The End…

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