Page 63 of Ruined in Vows

Stepping onto the paved driveway, I pull her into my arms, peppering kisses all over her face.

“I missed you,” I tell her honestly, feeling it deep down in my soul.

She giggles. “I missed you, too. So much.”

Smiling, I look around at the estate. “So, this is home?”

Allegra nods, her voice a whisper when she speaks. “Yeah. This is also where we fell in love.”

Holding her tighter, I drop my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I can’t wait to hear more of our story.”

She grins. “I look forward to telling you about it. But first, Mamma, Ocean, and I made breakfast.”

Laughing, I glance up, finding Nico, his wife, son, and Allegra’s mamma, who wears a soft smile, with teary eyes and a hand to her chest, watching us. I should feel intimidated by their interest but somehow it feels right.

“Come on then, let’s get this over with.”

Allegra swats at my chest. “It won’t be that bad. Everyone is just happy that you’re alive and home. If at any point it gets too much or you feel overwhelmed, tell me and I will excuse us. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Our family won’t make it one if that’s what you want,” she murmurs, concern evident on her face.

Sliding my thumb across her lips, I keep my eyes locked on her striking blues. “It’s not that, baby. I want to enjoy breakfast with your family. It's just…” I trail off wondering how I can phrase my next words without sounding like a pussy. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to feel like an animal at a zoo with everyone watching me closely.”

Her face softens in understanding. “You won’t. I promise. And if you do, we will leave.” She presses her lips to mine. Fire ignites in my body at the touch. I want to stay like this forever, but a throat clears, cock blocking me and breaking our moment.

“Remember that’s my sister,” Nico drawls, pinning me with a look.

I chuckle, shaking my head and taking my woman’s hand in mine.

“Come on. Let's eat, then I want some alone time with you.”

Chapter 39

Allegra

Breakfast was an… odd experience.

Despite smiling, and listening to our stories intently, Dante was off. Despondent even.

I held his hand, squeezing tightly, showing him silent support throughout. I understood how overwhelming it was for him. Though he knew what we told him about his past was the truth, he still didn’t have his memories to correlate everything. He was wary, that much was obvious. But I would be by his side every step of the way to help him through this.

“How do you feel?” I ask, when Dante comes out of the bathroom.

Naturally my brother had the guest room, the one Dante always used to stay in when he visited the Estate, made up for him. It was expected. I knew there was no way he would allow Dante to stay in my room. What Nico doesn’t know is that we are adept in our need to be with each other. My bedroom is just down the hall from Dante’s and on the other side of the house from my brother. Dante has spent many a night, coming to my room in the dark of the night when everyone is asleep and unaware.

He rubs a towel through his dark wet hair, his lips twisted up thoughtfully. My gaze goes to his six pack, trailing up his torso and taking in the black ink that adorns his gorgeous body.

“Like what you see?” his rumbled voice pierces the fog in my brain, my eyes shooting to his. He smirks, smugly, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. My cheeks warm, having been caught ogling him so openly.

“You know I do.” I mumble, squirming in the big armchair in the corner of his room.

He chuckles, closing the distance between us.

Bending, he rests his hands on the arms, caging me in. My gaze drops to his rapidly hardening cock, tenting the white towel. I swallow. His dick is so big, I know with certainty it is going to hurt, but in the best kind of way, when we eventually make love.

“It’s all yours,principessa,” he murmurs.

Grinning, I run my finger up his cheek. He nuzzles into me, making my chest warm. God, I love this man.

“How are you feeling?” I repeat the question. “Honestly? Tell me, Dante. You seemed… off at breakfast.”

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