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“Just until things calm down, and we can move into my main house back in the city.”

“I’d like that,” I say softly.

Dante smiles. “I’d like that, too.”

We continue to smile at each other until the next thing I know, I’m in his lap, and we’re making out. Dante growls again, which sends shivers through me. God, I’m crazy about him. I’m also just crazy, so there’s that.

He unzips my jeans and pushes them down my thighs, taking my underwear with it. I moan when he begins to rub my bundle of nerves.

“I told you I was going to fuck you,” he murmurs into my ear.

I’m already aroused and ready to go. My body may be a little sore from yesterday, but I’m not holding back. I unzip his pants and pull his cock out, and he groans as I begin to stroke him.

“I need you,” I whisper into his ear.

Dante pushes my hand away and grabs my hips, lining his erection up with my entrance. And then, as soon as we started, he’s inside me. The moan that escapes me is partly choked. This new position allows him to get even deeper within me. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

As I grind my hips down, rolling them around, we moan softly together. Our hands grapple, trying to bring each other closer. He kisses me hard, almost sucking the life out of me. I love it.

Dante holds my hips tightly and thrusts up into me. It’s hard and rough and fast and hot. I want Dante to consume my soul. I don’t want to be without him.

With that thought in my mind, I quickly come.

Dante continues to fuck me as I shudder and tremble in his arms before he soon follows me. I can feel him filling me up, making me even wilder.

He holds me in his arms, both of us catching our breaths as our bodies calm down.

“That was …” He trails off.

“You kept your promise,” I say, making him laugh.

“I guess I did.”

I snuggle into his arms and stay like that for a while before we decide to part and head into our new house.

My brothers are looking for me; the last thing I want is to be found.

CHAPTER 16

Dante

We settle into the new home easily. Shockingly easily, if you ask me. Gabriella and I spend the next few days talking, eating, and fucking. It’s perfect. But I know perfect things never last long, and it doesn’t take Gabriella long before she’s asking me if we can go out.

“We’re in hiding,” I remind her as we lie in bed together.

“I know. And while I’ve enjoyed it, I want to go out. I want to go on a date.”

“A date?” I scoff. “Why would we go on a date?”

She sits up and stares down at me as if I’m an idiot. “Uh, maybe because we’re married. I want to go on a date.”

“We’ve been dating. All week long, we’ve been doing nothing but fucking and having fun.”

“Which has been great, but I want more.” She runs her hand down my chest. “I want to go on a date. Please, Dante. For me?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I know I’m a goner.

I’ve been trying to deny it for the past week, but I know I care deeply for Gabriella. It was a fun idea to use her to get back at Rocco, but in actuality, I just wanted her for myself. And now that I have her, I need to stop pushing her away. I can’t be afraid to lose her. The chances of her brothers finding us in this random town are minuscule.

I sigh heavily and say, “We can go on a date.”

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