Page 41 of Stolen Union

“I’ll tell him the wedding is off. He won’t be happy about it, but he’s pretty spineless and won’t cause any trouble.”

“Thank you, Rocco. Truly. Can I go see Dante now?”

“Fine. He is your husband after all. I’m trusting you, Gabriella. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t.” I run out of Rocco’s office and head down to the basement where Dante is. Massimo and Emilio are with him. “You guys can leave,” I tell them.

They exchange a look before leaving the room.

Once they’re gone, I run into Dante’s arm. “Rocco said we can be together.”

Dante stares down at me with wide eyes before a large grin crosses his face. “Really?”

“Yes, really. No more hunting you down. No more payback. You’re going to work for Rocco. It’s the only way. But you’re free, Dante. We’re free.”

He cups my face and kisses me so gently it makes my heart ache. “I didn’t get to tell you before. I love you, too.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time. You want to get out of here?”

“You haven’t seen my home in the city yet, have you?”

I shake my head.

“Then let’s go home,” he says against my lips.

After Rocco gave Dante a stern talking to, we finally managed to leave Rocco’s house and go to Dante’s. Well, my house now, too.

Dante sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over the threshold.

“That was cheesy,” I tell him.

“No, that was romantic.”

He brings me to the master bedroom, which is colored in dark, rich blue and wood tones. Dante lays me on the bed and leans down to kiss me.

I pull him down flush with me as we scoot up the bed, our lips melding together into a passionate kiss. For the first time since I’ve been with Dante, I finally feel truly happy. We’re free to be together. Nothing is better than that.

We quickly take our clothes off, and I gently push on Dante’s chest and roll him onto his back so I can get on top of him.

“I want to be in control today,” I say, running my hands up and down his chest.

“Fine by me. You can be in control any day.” He grabs my hips, rolls me onto my back, and grinds his hips against mine. I moan. “As long as I get to be in control on other days.”

“Fine by me.” I grab his neck and pull him down to kiss me.

Dante lines his cock up with my entrance and thrusts into me. We moan together, even with our lips touching. He slowly moves his hips around, taking his time and driving me crazy.

With a growl of my own, I wrap my legs around him and roll him onto his back. Now, it’s my turn to grind my hips down. Dante sits up and wraps his arms around me, kissing me deeply as we make love. We’ve never really, truly made love before. But now that we’re in love, that’s what this is.

I increase my pace, moving my hips faster and faster. Every time I do, I feel his erection brush my G-spot. The tingling sensation rushes through my body again, and I know I won’t last long.

And judging by how Dante looks up at me, he won’t last long, either.

“Oh!” I cry out as my orgasm hits me.

Dante rolls me onto my back and thrusts into me harder until he comes next.

We lie in each other’s arms for a while, neither one moving. And then when Dante rolls off me, he immediately pulls me back into his arms. I don’t think either of us wants to be away from the other.

I don’t know what the future will hold. I can only hope Dante and Rocco can truly work together. But at this moment, all I feel is happiness.

And that’s good enough to start living my happily ever after.

The End

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