Page 71 of Now and Forever

“You wouldn’t kill your father. You’d protect him, right?”

Dario leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t answer that.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me close to him. “I’m ready for him to step aside.”

“I thought that was supposed to happen after our wedding.”

“It was,” Dario said. “With the recurring issues with the bratva, a change in leadership could be construed as a weakness. As much as I hate some of his ways, I need to ride it out with him a little longer.” He ran his hand up and down my arm. “Your skin is so fucking soft.”

Leaning toward me, he pushed me back until my head was on my pillow. I lifted my hand to his hard chest and touched a scar not far from his heart. “This one?”

“I’ll answer you,” he said between kisses. “Then I get to search your body for scars.”

His kisses were making it hard to concentrate. “I-I don’t have any scars.”

“I’ll need—to check—every inch—thoroughly.” His words were interrupted by more kisses.

My circulation quickened as Dario teased the strap of my nightgown over my shoulder. I arched my back and gasped as he captured my nipple between his teeth. The lights were still on, giving me a good view of his handsome features as he sat up and his stare grew darker by the second. His abdomen was sculptured, each set of muscles defined. Sparse dark hair covered his pecs with another trail leading to beneath his boxer briefs.

The bulge under his silk boxers grew as he looked down at my now-exposed breasts. Without another word, he reached for the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, fanning my hair over the pillow. His lips teased and his teeth nipped as he worked his way down my body, removing my panties as his tongue delved between my folds.

“Roll over.”

I hesitated, surprised by his request.

“Do as I say,” he commanded.

Nodding, I did as he asked, rolling over to my stomach. Dario reached for my hips and lifted. I straightened my arms, on all fours.

“No, lie down on your elbows.”

As I did what he wanted, I felt overly exposed. Mortified was a more accurate description. Why had we left the lights on? I buried my face in the pillow, knowing that my behind was not all that he could see. Dario ran his finger from my entrance all the way back to my asshole. I gasped and his touch went forward.

“You’re fucking exquisite, Catalina.”

Up until now, our sex had always been missionary. I’d read books that described other positions but didn’t know if people really did them. Dario’s warmth came over my back and bottom as his erection pressed against me. I didn’t mean to tense; I’d gotten better at staying relaxed with him over me—over the front of me.

This was different.

We have all the pussy—Ana’s advice came back to me. I also recalled Arianna’s advice—There’s no shame in letting him do the less desirable things with a mistress or one of the whores from the clubs.

If my husband wanted doggie-style, I would do doggie-style.

Dario wrapped his arm around my waist and reached between my legs. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on his touch as he teased my clit and worked one and then two fingers in me, curving them with the most delicious friction. My body moved with his rhythm.

“That’s it,” he said, his deep baritone near my ear. “You’re still so tight.”

I bit my lip as the pressure of his cock came against my core. He didn’t enter me. Instead, he continued teasing between my legs as he caressed my behind with his other hand.

“Oh,” I called out as he pushed himself inside me.

Dario stopped. “Breathe, Cat. Breathe.”

It was the first time he’d called me by my nickname.

I let out a breath, not realizing I wasn’t breathing. Determined to make it through this, I concentrated on each breath as Dario pushed inch by inch inside me. His warm breath skirted over my neck and shoulders as we stayed connected. Moving my knees, I adjusted to the greater sense of fullness that I felt in this position.

“You can move,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

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