Page 68 of Unspoken Obsession

All the pent-up anxiety I was holding onto suddenly ignited beneath my skin, burning like a wild passion for this man.

Every moment I spend with him makes me want him more.

His movements are filled with the same urgency as he pulls me onto his lap. His kiss becomes deeper, more forceful, and possessive as he grabs a handful of my hair and locks his mouth over mine.

I gasp at how hard he is, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pushes up against me.

A knock on the door makes us both jump. Dante grumbles as he stands, lifting me off his lap and guiding me down on the floor, standing there looking bewildered and glowing with lust.

I grin and wipe my fingers across my lips as I pull my clothing straight.

Dante looks down at his cock and shakes his head with a chuckle.

"Do you think you could get that?" He asks, sitting down again.

I laugh as I walk to the door and pull it open.

The doorman smiles. "Evening, where I can put your food order."

"On the table would be great. Thank you." I point to the dining room table just past the living room in the open-plan design space.

The doorman nods a greeting at Dante, who nods back.

Then he leaves, and as soon as the door closes Dante, and I pack up laughing.

He stands up and walks over to me, hugging me against him and kissing my forehead.

"Sorry, I got very carried away there and forgot about the food that was arriving. Let's eat while it's still hot otherwise, it won't be as good. We can pick up where we left off a little later." He grins.

I nod and let him lead me towards the dining room table. He pulls out a chair for me, hands me a plate, and lifts the lid of the platter.

It is a surf and turf with calamari done in several ways, steak strips, and chicken pieces. There is enough food here to feed way more people than just us.

"Are you feeding an army?" I laugh, letting Dante dish up for me.

"I wasn't sure how hungry you'd be - I would rather over cater than leave you wanting more."

"There is nothing wrong with you leaving me wanting more." I grin.

DANTE

Frankie and I sit together at my dining room table eating dinner and for the first time in a really long time, I relax. I am so grateful that she told me the truth about her family.

I know exactly who her father is. His name has been coming up a lot this evening.

And if all goes well, I will uncover even more evidence against him soon.

I want to prove that he had something to do with my sister's disappearance now as well. Seeing as he is everywhere else—interfering with my life. It is safe to assume he was involved in that too.

I need to find justice for her.

But I also have to admit that finding out her father is Antonio Musetti is also an enormous shock.

What will he do if he finds out I am involved with his daughter, all while launching an investigation into his sinister activities?

It's going to be a tricky situation - but through it all - I will keep Frankie safe. And her son.

Her son who was born months after she left Las Vegas - close to nine months from the night that we spent together.

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