Page 27 of Stolen Union

CHAPTER 13

Gabriella

“You confuse me,” I tell Dante once we’re back at the cabin.

“How so?” He settles onto the couch, looking up at me. I hate how cute he looks when he does that. His eyes are so nice; they’re distracting.

“You want me, but you don’t. You want Rocco to leave you alone, but you end up kidnapping his sister, ensuring he’ll continue to hunt you down. So, which is it?”

“I’m a many of mystery.”

“Oh, no.” I cross my arms. “You don’t get to pull that shit. You married me for a reason, yet you acted like you couldn’t care less about me. But I think that’s all a lie. You care for me. You’re just not willing to admit it.”

“I can’t let you get a big ego,” he says, standing up and towering over me. It doesn’t make me feel small, though. It only makes me aware of how powerful Dante is and how arousing I find that.

“You’re the one with an ego,” I fire back.

“Maybe we should see who has the bigger ego.”

I scoff. “Did you just make a dick joke? How classy.”

He smirks as he places his hands on my hips. I don’t push him away. In fact, all I want to do is pull him in closer. “You’ve already seen my dick. And did a lot more than just look at it.”

I flush, even though I don’t want to. “Well, you went down on me, too.”

“Yes, I did,” he says with a growl, which only serves to light my body on fire. “And I want to do it again. Well, I want to do more than that. I want to kiss you all over, Gabriella.” He leans down so his lips are by my ear. “I want to fuck you.”

His words send a fire through me like I’ve never felt before.

Losing my virginity to Dante would hurt Rocco because it would mean Dante has claimed me in every way. Rocco will assume Dante raped me. But I’m not a completely helpless victim. I’m a woman who wants to make her own choices in life, and what I want right now is to know what it’s like to have sex.

Sex with a man like Dante.

I could pull back. Be the good girl. Protect my honor.

But I don’t want that. I want to be consumed. I want to be eaten. I want to be with a man who doesn’t give a damn about what my brother thinks.

So, without hesitating, I grab Dante’s face and kiss him. And I kiss him hard. Dante somehow manages to kiss me back harder.

Our hands clutch and grapple with each other as we walk back into the bedroom. I gasp when Dante pushes me back so I fall onto the bed. Staring up at him, all I can see is the lust in his eyes. We’re doing this. I’m going to finally know what it’s like to live my life to the fullest.

Dante keeps his gaze locked onto me as he sits me up and unzips the back of my wedding dress. Slowly, he pulls it off me until I’m in nothing but my bra and underwear. I know that Dante has already seen my pussy. Hell, he kissed me down there and gave me a powerful orgasm. But there’s something so intimate about him undressing me that sends shivers over my body. Goosebumps arise on my skin.

I reach over and lift his shirt, exposing his chest to me. God, he’s so handsome it hurts. Dante drops his shirt on the ground next to my wedding dress and then removes his pants so he’s only in his underwear. I can see his bulge pressing against the fabric. I’ve touched him there. Sucked him there. And now, he’s going to be inside me. The thought makes my inner walls clench with arousal.

I’ve never been this turned on before. I’ve dreamed of Dante kissing me and making love to me before, and now that it’s actually happening, I can barely breathe.

He kisses me again as he slips off my bra and lays me back down on the mattress. We’re chest to chest. It’s electric the way his skin brushes against my breasts. My body is a live wire. I’m going to explode at any second.

I moan softly when his hands brush the top of my panties. I can feel Dante smirk against my lips as he slips my panties down my legs. He kisses down my body—going from my neck to my chest to my stomach and then my thighs. He bypasses my pussy, which I think is just torture as he glides his hands down my legs, taking my underwear off to join the rest of our clothes on the floor.

I’m needy. I’m hot. I’m desperate.

I tug on Dante’s arms to bring him back up to me. He looks way too smug, but I ignore it. I want this and only this. My fingers grab his underwear, and I pull it down, exposing his cock.

“Eager, are we?” he asks.

“Just make love to me.”

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