Page 42 of Ruined in Vows

“Yourname,” I correct.

He smirks, continuing, “My name. I am still confused. Still have no recollection of my previous life apart from that one flashback just now. I don’t know what will happen next, but what I do know is I want answers.”

“And we will get them,” Nico rumbles, his eyes on me.

I know what he wants.

For me to tell Dante about Riccardo. But can I do that? Will it hinder any progress he has made? I don’t want to distress him. But he deserves to know the truth… I just don’t want to do it now. Not after he finally remembered something.

Grabbing his hand, I smile up at him. “Want me to tell you some more stories?”

Dante nods.

“Can you give us some privacy? I don’t think you will want to hear this.” I smirk at my brother.

He grimaces, running a hand through his dark hair before standing. “I need to make a call anyway. I will be in the bedroom.”

Nico leaves and I turn my attention to Dante who eyes me with a grin. “I take it this story is going to be more of the… sexual kind.”

My cheeks heat, voice breathy. “Yeah.”

Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me close, his lips dropping to my ear. “Go on thenprincipessa. I’m all ears.”

It’s been several weeks of pure bliss with Dante. The only two grievances I have about our relationship is that we have to keep it secret, and that Dante won’t make love to me, no matter how much I beg. I understand where he is coming from, but it sucks all the same. I want all of him. Every single inch.

My bedroom door being pushed open startles me from the book I am reading. My head snaps up, heart jumping, eyes widening when I spot Dante stepping inside. He closes the door, clicking the lock into place. Dropping my book down, I swallow. It’s a Sunday afternoon, my whole family is somewhere around the house and Dante is in my bedroom. It’s not like him to be so reckless.

“What are you doing? If my papà catches you in my bedroom, he will kill you.”

Dante shrugs nonchalantly, stalking across my carpet until he is standing in front of where I sit on the big armchair. He stares down at me, the look of hunger in his eyes tightening my stomach.

Dropping to his haunches, he lifts the book I was reading, his eyes scanning over the words. What they are I don’t know. I just know that it’s another book of the smutty variety.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

The smirk curving his lips tells me he might be reading a particularly sexy scene. His brow raises, gaze lifting and locking on mine. “My Principessa really does love her porn books.”

My whole body heats. “Well, I have to live vicariously through them considering you won’t touch me,” I shoot back.

Dante drops the book before grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the armchair. My breath hitches in my throat. He fingers the hem of my shorts, his eyes locked on them as if they are the most interesting thing in the world.

“Does the little brat want me to show her exactly what eating her pussy will feel like, so she doesn’t have to live vicariously through a book?” he taunts.

Arousal leaks into my panties and I am so turned on my throat dries and I lose the ability to speak. I nod my head. “Words, Allegra.”

“Yes,” I moan. “But what about Nico? My papà?”

“Don’t worry about them. They are in a particularly heavy meeting. I don’t think they will be done for a while.”

“Okay,” I say slowly.

Dante smirks, gripping the waistband of my shorts and panties before pulling them down my legs and exposing me to him. He throws my clothing to the side, his eyes locked onthe space between my thighs. I squirm in my seat. This is the furthest we have ever gone and the most exposed I have been. It seems kind of… obscene considering Dante is still fully dressed.

“Remove your tank,” he growls, not bothering to look at me.

I do as he asks, reaching for the hem and pulling it up and over my head. My chest heaves and I start to feel self-conscious as he stares at my most intimate parts. “Dante?”

He finally looks at me, the hunger in his dark orbs almost tangible. “Play with your tits, while I eat lunch. And however you think those fictional characters felt in that porn book of yours, I’m about to show you that I can make you feel a thousand times better in real life,” he growls, then smirks. “You will have to cover your mouth though, principessa. Don’t want you screaming down the house and your papà finding us like this.” He drops his head to my thighs.

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