Page 49 of Ruined in Vows

“Dante,” I whimper, grinding against his thick thigh, pressed between my legs.

“I know,principessa,” he growls, nibbling at my bottom lip.

He pushes his thigh harder against me, allowing me the friction I need.

Before Dante was taken from me, though we never had sex we were intimate. He would use his mouth and fingers on my pussy, and I would give him blow jobs.

But out of respect for me and my brother, he would never let it go further.

Despite pushing for him to fuck me, he talked about wanting to save my innocence for our wedding night. It frustrated me to no end, but he wouldn’t budge on it, no matter how much I tried.

After everything that has happened, I wonder if things are different now?

Pleasure surges through my veins, breaking me from my thoughts. I rub against him harder, chasing the orgasm, I so desperately need.

“Dante,” I cry out as the pressure builds.

“You’re going to come,” he states. His hand snaking under my dress and pressing down on my clit at the same time his mouth lands on mine.

It’s exactly what I need.

Before I know what’s happening, I fall over the edge, screaming Dante’s name into his mouth as I come against this thigh.

He pulls back, a look of awe covering his face.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I preen like a peacock.

He was always good at praising me and because of this man, I have a complete praise kink. Dante is – or was, I should say – was very much aware of the kink, and together we explored it.

Content, and satisfied, I slump against the wall.

Dante searches my face for a long beat, running his thumb down my cheek. Smiling, he presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters.

I sigh, happiness warming my body with his words.

His girl.

It’s all I have ever wanted.

Chapter 30

Dante

After making Allegra come on my thigh and having probably the best kiss of my life, I ended up athome.Not wanting to alert Caterina that something was up, I laid in bed beside her sleeping form.

It felt wrong.

So fucking wrong but what other choice did I have?

If I stayed in a guest bedroom or on the couch, she would know something was up and there is no doubt in my mind she would go straight to Vincenzo with her concerns. I couldn’t risk that. So instead, I stripped out of my clothes, only leaving my boxer briefs on to cover my cock, and pretended everything was normal.

My eyes flutter open at the sound of movement beside me. A small, warm hand trails down my pecs toward the waistband of my boxers. Before she can get to where she wants, I snatch up her hand, stopping its descent.

“Morning,” she purrs, her voice light, breezy despite my rejection.

“Morning,” I respond, pushing her hand away.

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