Page 54 of Ruined in Vows

Rolling my eyes, I relax back in the large lounge chair in my room.

“What I meant to say is, has she gone?” I don’t need to confirm thesheI am referring to. He knows full well I am asking about his wife.

He clears his throat. “Yeah. She left this morning. I had to have dinner with Vincenzo tonight, which is why my call is later than usual. I didn’t want him growing suspicious. Not after finding out he is having me followed.”

“Makes sense,” I hum my agreement.

“What have you been doing today, baby?” he changes the subject.

“Missing you,” I tell him honestly. Dante smiles wide and I continue. “I helped Mamma with some of her recipes and took Romeo to the beach with Ocean. I also signed up for an online art class. There is no way Nico will let me off the estate right now, with everything going on, so I can’t take the college classes I wanted to, but I can do this. Even if it is the next best thing. It will keep me occupied.”

He nods, his voice soft when he speaks. “Proud of you,principessa. But just remember this is not forever, only until we get rid of our enemies. Once we have achieved that, you can follow your dreams.”

“I know. I just wish it was all over. I hate the uncertainty. Hate that I might have to go through with this wedding. I–”

“You are not going through with any wedding that isn’t to me,” he barks, cutting me off. I recoil at his tone. Dante has never spoken to me in that manner. Sighing, guilt flashes in his eyes. He scrubs a palm across his mouth. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to snap. But I just won’t let that happen. The only last name you will ever take is mine.”

My lips curve up despite the heavy conversation. “Oh yeah? You’ve got to get a divorce first,” I tease.

He scoffs. “I’m not legally married baby, you know that.”

Shaking my head, I grumble, “I know. I’m still jealous that she is your fake wife though.”

“Fake wife,” he enunciates. “Youwill be my real wife one day.”

I smile at his words.

A couple weeks ago, he found out that the marriage license, along with the wedding pictures, were doctored. The Conti’s had a judge on their payroll who was more than happy to help them out. Also, Dante’s fake name was used, making the marriage null and void. Everything was a lie. I can’t say that I’m not happy about it, but it only makes me more determined to find out the reasoning behind it all.

“I will,” I confirm, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

His lips tug up into a half smile, cockiness radiating from him. “Now enough about that. I’m rock hard, and there is only one person that can help me out with that.”

My stomach tightens, arousal dripping into my panties. Over the last couple weeks, we have been having regular video sex. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. Dante has gotten me off countless times, and it’s just as intense, even through a phone screen. This man has seen me naked - not that he remembers - has had his mouth and fingers on me, but we have never gone the whole way.

Something I am hoping will happen when he finally comes home.

My mission is to convince him that my virtue is not important and that it was always meant to be his. He has stupid notions over it, and though I respect it, it’s frustrating when all I want is to feel him inside me.

“Why don’t you get on the bed, principessa? Take that tank and whatever you have covering your pussy off, spread those legs and show me what’s mine,” he growls, his hand snaking down his body.

“Dante,” I whimper.

“Go on, baby. I need this. I need you,” he all but begs.

Moving off my chair, I pad to my bedroom door, making sure it's locked, before moving toward my bed.

Dropping my phone down, I grip the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and stepping out of them. My thighs are coated with my desire, and I wish Dante was here, giving me what I really want.

Climbing on my bed, I get situated, picking up my phone and bringing the screen back to my face. Dante smirks at me, but it’s movement coming from the bottom of the screen that catches my attention. I bite my lip, knowing exactly what he is doing.

“Are you hard?” I ask though he already told me he is.

“As fucking stone baby,” he grunts. “Now place your phone on the bed, so I have a good view, and take your tank off. Play with those perfect tits,principessa.”

Grabbing a cushion, I position my phone so that I am in full view, my cheeks heating when Dante’s eyes zone in on the wet space between my legs. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked. Look at what you do to me.” The screen goes dark, and I hear shuffling before Dante’s hard cock appears. His hand picks up speed as he strokes himself, a bead of pre cum slowly rolling down the thick head.

If there was an award for a perfect dick, then Dante would win hands down. Long. Thick. Veiny. And sexy in every way. My mouth waters at the sight. I want to wrap my lips around it, pull him deep inside and let him fuck my face.

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