Page 80 of Bound in Promise
“School, huh?”
I should be proud of that.
I am.
Her dream has always been to go to Paris with Ellie. Mine is to make sure Angelo’s men don’t cut her life short.
“How many semesters do you have left?”
She presses her lips together and gives a small shake of her head, denying me the answers I want. Her breath hitches when I ease a third finger inside her. Then she moans, the sound so deep and throaty that my cock practically pulses against the zipper of my slacks. I shift my weight in my seat in an effort to relieve the painful ache.
“Th-three,” she sighs, melting until her forehead is resting on my shoulder.
“Then you graduate.” She bobs her head. “Can you get it done any faster?”
“Oh my God, I don’t know,” she moans into my chest, rocking her hips forward. The movement presses my fingers even deeper, and I’m pleased to see her shoulders shudder. “Maybe. If I j-just focus on…on one degree.”
My thumb slides to her clit and I start strumming small circles around the swollen nub. “Could you finish in Paris?”
“Dante,” she warns huskily. “I’m not letting you drop me off in Paris.”
“What if you had Ellie with you?” Her head lifts, her eyes locking on mine, and I can feel myself drowning in the azure depths. “I’ll pay for everything. I just need you to leave.”
“Why?” she urges. “Why is it so important to you that I’m gone?”
It’s not that I want her gone. It’s that offing a mafia boss isn’t ever the end of the story. And I’m having a hell of a time making her see that.
“Because when someone like Angelo dies, it creates a power vacuum,” I reply. “There’s probably already someone trying to take charge of the Lombardi crew right now. Working to come after us as we speak.” Even as I explain the nasty realities of mob politics, I keep stroking inside her, reveling in the wet sounds of her pussy sucking at my fingers.
“Th-they… don’t know… anything.” Victoria is panting, gasping for air between words, but my stubborn wife is determined to say her piece.
“We can’t be sure of that. The politician that bought you could be spreading all kinds of rumors about who was last seen with Angelo, who might have had the means and the motivation to kill him. The man is out more than three million dollars with nothing to show for it.”
Victoria’s fingers clutch at the fabric of my shirt. “H-how…much… trouble are we in?”
“With the cops, none. There’s no one who can do a clean-up job like Enzo. But I don’t want to stick around to find out who else might come after us.” I lean forward, helpless to resist the fluttering pulse point in her neck, and nip at her skin before soothing the bite with a swipe of my tongue. She groans and I can’t help but buck my hips in response. My cock is dripping, desperate to be inside her. Not yet. “Too many people saw us, princess, and I can’t be sure that we killed them all.”
She nods. I hope she understands that I’m not doing any of this to punish her. Rather, I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen to this incredible woman.
“Twenty-four hours, princess,” I state firmly. “After you’ve come all over my hand, you’re going to hop this perfect little ass into the front seat so I can drive you back to say goodbye to Ellie. Then we’re getting on that plane, together. I’ll make sure you’re settled before I leave.” Her eyebrows pinch together, her nose wrinkling in distaste, but I press on. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I under—” I start fucking her harder, slamming my fingers deeper, faster, determined to banish any thought of disobedience from her mind. She tenses and I can feel her body battling with itself between whether to soften in surrender or maintain its rigid resistance.
Her stubborn will loses out.
I knew it would.
Victoria and I are two fires burning bright. It’s inevitable that one of us get burned, but I’ll be happy to take the hit.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, tapping her clit, determined to give her everything she needs. Her hips grind into me, although she’s so close she can’t maintain a steady rhythm. I slide my free hand to her waist to guide her movements in sync with the thrusts of my fingers. “I promise I won’t leave until you’re comfortable. But I have to come back to deal with this mess.”
Her hips still and she presses back to look at me accusingly. “Dante… You don’t get it, do you?”
“I get it, sweetheart,” I croon, falling into those clear blue eyes. I have no idea if I’m doing the right thing. How exactly will this end?
Will things change?
Will she want someone new and leave me heartbroken? I have given her everything I can. I’ve fallen for this woman, but I’ll admit I haven’t truly let my guard down. I still carry the emotional scars from Gabriella and all the bullshit that bitch put me through.
