Page 49 of Beautiful Vows

I exhale deeply, realizing I haven’t told him about her sacrifice yet, and say, “That’s what I’ve been thinking about.”

“I thought so.” He places his index finger under my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. “I’m here for you. For anything. To hold you. For a shoulder to cry on. As a punching bag if you need to get your frustrations out.”

My heart is pounding inside my chest. It feels like it’s trying to break out. “Thank you.”

He smiles. His eyes shine with emotion. “Anything for you.”

He lowers his head and kisses my forehead.

“She killed herself.” The words are out before I get the chance to stop them. “She poisoned herself.”

Dante’s eyes narrow and by his expression, I believe it’s the first time he’s heard it.

“Antonio had a video. I saw everything.”

He sighs. “I’m so fucking sorry. He should never have shown you that.”

I shake my head. “I needed to see it. I needed to see her. I …” I blow out a breath and try to keep myself composed, but fail miserably.

He pulls me up the bed until my head drops on the pillow and holds me while the tears flow.

It took me a while to get back to sleep. It felt like the tears would never end. Through it all, Dante rocked me in his arms, and whispered the sweetest words until darkness found me again.

And today is a new day.

I can’t wallow in her death, but I can change the future. I can make her proud of me and I can be whomever I want. Especially with him … Dante … by my side.

I watched him for a few minutes while he slept. His eyelashes are dark and thick, the color matching his almost black hair. But it’s the way he sleeps that makes me smile.

He’s like a dead man. The only sound is a tiniest amount of air released from his perfectly straight nose.

I reach up and stroke the tip of my finger gently along his angled jaw. The scruff catches against my fingernail as he stirs a little under my touch.

“I love you,” I murmur. I do.

His hand quickly covers mine. “Say that again.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

In an instant, he flips me onto my back and covers my body with his. His forearms rest on either side of my head. “You love me.”

I smile as he stares down at me with burning intensity, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, my gorgeous husband. I love you.” I say, putting him out of his misery. “I’ve told you before.”

“Never first.” His dick hardens against my thigh. After repositioning himself so his cock presses against my core, he kisses me. A long, passionate kiss that does nothing to stop the electricity from shooting between my legs.

I gasp, arching into him.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, wife,” he growls.

The sound of his need causes goosebumps to scatter on my arms.

He kisses my neck. His lips pressing all the way down my body until his mouth covers my nipple.

“Dante?”

“Yes Wife.” My nipples harden with his possessive tone.

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