Page 44 of Ruined in Vows

Two nights after the best orgasm of my life, I am in complete and utter panic.

Don’t get me wrong, it was probably my best experience yet, but I can’t help but feel concerned about Dante if my brother finds out about us.

Or worse.

My papà.

Tip toeing across my bedroom carpet, I quietly pull my door open, straining my ears to listen for any sound of my papà, brother, or Dante and relieved when I hear nothing but silence.

Stealthily, I move across the landing, my gaze focused on one door only.

The door of the room Dante always uses when he visits The Hamptons.

Stepping up to it, I blow out the breath I was holding as I take the knob in my hand, turning it and slowly pushing it open. Darkness greets me, but just as I knew he would, Dante sits up against the headboard as if he was expecting me. His next words confirm my thoughts.

“Took you long enough,” he drawls, the sound of his voice making my heart skip a beat. Moving inside, I gently close the door behind me before padding toward the bed. Dante flicks on the bedside lamp, his eyes roaming over my face before narrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asks, taking my hands when I am within reach and tugging me closer.

Climbing on the bed, anxiety slithers through my body, eyes bouncing between his. “What if Nico finds out about us? Or my papà? I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” My breath hitches in my throat, and though my voice is low, the hysteria in it is clear.

Dante takes my face in both hands, pinning me with a serious look. “Calm down principessa. Nothing is going to happen to me.” He presses a kiss to my lips.

I shake my head, though it barely moves in his hold. “You don’t know that.”

He smiles. “Sshh baby, before you have a full blown panic attack.”

“I already feel like I am,” I grumble.

Dante chuckles, before kissing me. “Well then. I will have to think of a way to relax you.”

My brow arches. “Hmm, and how do you plan on doing that?”

He winks. “I have something in mind.”

Dante shifts underneath me, lifting me slightly to pull the comforter down. My mouth waters at the sight of his tanned,toned body only for my heart to jump in my chest when he grips the waistband of his boxer briefs.

My eyes snap to his. “Ar-are you going to have sex with me?”

Shaking his head, he chuckles. “No principessa. And you’re not giving me a blow job either. What you are going to do is gently suck my cock as if it is your own pacifier, made especially for you. Because it is. My dick is yours in any capacity. As am I. But what you need right now is not something sexual, but comforting. I believe I can give you that, by giving you this.” He maneuvers me before yanking the blanket off his body.

Then with his eyes on mine, he pulls his boxer briefs down, revealing his hard, long, thick length. My gaze widens and I scoot back as if it is a weapon about to harm me.

“Principessa,” Dante calls, drawing my attention back to him. “Come here.”

My head shakes on its own volition. “There is no way that thing is fitting in me.”

I mean my pussy, but that’s not where Dante’s thoughts go. “This is not about me or for me. You are just going to use me, principessa. Use me for your own comforting needs.”

“Is this even a thing? Using a dick as a pacifier?”

Dante reaches out to me, smirking. “I don’t know. But its going to be our thing.”

“But I’ve never done anything like this before,” I point out.

Dante runs a finger down my cheek and I lean into him. “It’s not sexual baby. Eventually you will suck me in a sexual capacity, and you will love it. You will love having my cock in your mouth, pleasing me until you eat my come. But for right now, this is as far as we go.”

I chew my bottom lip in thought. “But you pleasured me. You made me feel good. I- I can give you that, too. Right now.”

He shakes his head. “No Allegra. You using me for your comfort will please me. Now move down the bed, lay down and take me in your mouth.”

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