Page 59 of Under His Protection

“Yeah. Good idea.”

Their footsteps faded the further they went, but I hardly heard them to begin with. The roar of my pulse in my ears drowned out everything else. With my heart thundering so fast, beating wildly within my ribs as I strained to breathe quickly enough, I narrowed my eyes with a desperate plea to come.

He nodded, frowning with the strain to fuck me so hard. Even though the threat of those men hearing us or finding us was gone, I was still so close that I was a goner.

Keeping my nipple between his thumb and finger, he slammed into me quickly, and it was all that I needed to go over the edge. I came, sucking and almost choking on the pressure of his fingers in my mouth. Bursting apart from the pressure as warm bliss coasted through me, I arched my back and trembled with the force of my orgasm.

Another quick whip of his hips secured him deep inside me. He came, jerking and spilling his cum in me. While he didn’t remove his fingers, from my mouth or my breast, he heaved great, big breaths without making a noise.

Unlike the night before, when we slumped together in that chair, he hung his head and steadied his stance as he caught his breath. My thighs quivered as I let my legs drape lower, off the edge of the table, and he staggered back as he righted his posture.

One quick look back around the curtain must have given him the impression that no one was near. He helped me to sit up, kissing me on the lips as I rose.

“Here.” He led me to sit fully upright as I shoved and pulled at my dress to cover my breasts again. My lungs were still working overtime from that rush, but I tried to stay as quiet as possible, anyway.

At the same time that he tugged his clothes back in place, he looked down at my pussy, still exposed, with my legs wide apart and my dress bunched up.

“Dante.” I licked my lips and felt the ache in my jaw from his forcing his fingers into my mouth. It felt different, but I hadn’t found it unfavorable. “You didn’t use a condom.”

He shrugged, fixing his clothes still as he stared at my entrance. Warm cum leaked out, and I wanted to push my legs together at the sensation on my sensitive flesh there.

“You didn’t use protection last night, either.” The slide of our combined juices was a stark reminder of how we hadn’t taken any logical precautions.

“I’m clean.” He lowered his hands as he glanced at me. “You were a virgin, so you’re clean too.”

I shook my head. “But I’m not on birth control.”

He grinned. “Good.”

I gawked at him. “Good?” I hissed as softly as I could.

“Yeah.” He brought his fingers toward my pussy and pushed the cum right back inside me. I flinched at his touch, so sensitive and overreactive.

“Good,” he said. He was unbothered, trying to keep his semen inside me.

Almost like he…

“You’d be happy if you knocked me up?” It sounded crazy once I heard the words out of my mouth, but I needed to hear it from him.

He smirked and nodded. “Yeah, then we wouldn’t have to pretend a single fucking thing anymore. You’d be mine, Nina.”

He couldn’t have surprised me any more than with those severe words. I’d been hoping and fantasizing that I wasn’t the only one wanting something real. I’d stooped to silliness and daydreaming about marrying him. If he could admit wanting to impregnate me, like it was the most natural thing in the world…

“Is that what you want?” I asked him, nervous to be so direct and request that he reveal his true intentions. “Do you want?—”

A series of gunshots filled the air. It cut me off as I sucked in a quick breath and braced for impact. Sliding off the table, I crashed into him. He caught me, also lowering in a defensive stance. His arms wrapped around me as he kept me plastered to his chest.

Then again, more gunfire followed. Men shouted. Others replied. And then more—and heavier—gunfire.

“Let’s get out of here,” Dante said. He lifted his head to see over me and scanned left and right down the hallway inside the ballroom.

I was no expert in how far the speed of sound traveled from a source, but I could’ve sworn it sounded like the fighting and mayhem were happening downstairs. Below us.

Dante didn’t hesitate to pull me past the curtain with him, reentering the venue hall. No one aimed a weapon at us in the hallway, so I felt certain the true danger wasn’t upon us.

Grabbing his gun from his holster strapped to his side, Dante looked at me with a stern expression. As he held his firearm at the ready, he took my hand with his free one and set off running, sprinting to get us to safety.

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