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“Fuck. You are so beautiful, Allegra. And all fucking mine,” he growls, slapping my pussy. My eyes snap open, finding his. He watches me for any sign that I didn’t like what he just did, but he won’t find any. I loved it. Want more of it. “When you come, you will have your eyes on me. Understand?” I nod. He smirks. “Then come, angel. Come on the tip of my cock like the good girl you are,” he grates out, his praise enough to send me over the edge.

“Dante,” I cry out, my orgasm rolling through my body. My sex pulses, legs tremble, and I want to curl in on myself as the pleasure consumes my body.

“Fuck,” Dante curses. His body tenses, cock jerking spurts of hot white liquid into my entrance as his own release finds him. Dante stares down at my pussy, his eyes flashing with desire. He pulls his cock away from my hole, and I feel bereft at the loss. Running his thumb down to my slit, he rubs our joint fluidstogether, before pushing them back inside of me. “Hmm, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he mutters, entranced.

I sigh in contentment, sinking into my pillows. “If the orgasm was that good with only the tip, I can’t imagine how it will feel with all of you.”

Dante chuckles. “Angel, when I finally get my cock in you, I promise you now that you will never want me to leave.”

Smiling, I say, “I never want you to leave anyway.”

Dropping down, he rolls to the side pulling me with him and pressing a kiss to my hair. “And I never will. It’s me and you forever,principessa,” he vows.

Though his words make my heart expand with love, pain radiates through me when I think about the challenges we still face.

I can only hope everything works out in our favor.

Holding Dante tighter, I snuggle into him, shoving the negative thoughts aside.

Everything will work out.

It has to.

Chapter 48

Dante

“Hmm, that’s weird?” Nico muses, rubbing his chin like a cliché movie villain.

“What?” I ask.

“Well, unusual as it is, my sister isn’t attached to you.” Nico smirks sardonically while Matteo laughs.

“Fuck off,” I bite out, shooting them both a glare.

Nico chuckles. “What? It’s the truth. Since your return, wherever you are, Allegra is usually two steps behind.”

“She has takenyourson to the beach with Ocean and Valentina,” I grate out, running a hand through my hair.

“Convenient, considering I wanted to talk to you alone, don’t you think?” he raises a brow.

Searching his face, I huff out a laugh.

“You planned it.” It’s a statement, because he damn well just told me as much.

“Like I said, I needed you alone. And my sister clearly doesn’t want you out of her sight, so I had to do something.” He shrugs. “Now let’s get down to business. Matteo,” Nico orders his right-hand man. I briefly wonder how I will fit back into the fold when all this shit is over.

Matteo clears his throat handing Nico a manilla folder. “That’s everything.”

“What is it?” I ask, intrigued.

Nico flips it open, thumbing through the paperwork. Once he is finished, he glances up at me.

“This is the evidence we needed. Seems your second death caused quite the stir. The private investigator I have following Riccardo witnessed a very interesting meeting between him, Vincenzo, Benito, and the one that surprised me the most,” I hear the sarcasm in his tone, “Anatoly Novikov, the man that replaced Mikhailov as the head of the Russian Bratva. They met in Chicago. Thought they were flying under the radar by using a warehouse belonging to one of Vincenzo’s associates. It was all very cloak and dagger shit, but fortunately for us, the PI was there to capture it.” He grins, sliding the file across his desk to me.

Snatching it up, I flip through the pages, my veins heating with anger the more I see. Just from their mannerisms, their smiles, in the pictures you can tell they are close, familial. It begs the question; how did we not see it before?

How did we not find any signs of these relationships?

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