Page 75 of Ruined in Vows

Grabbing his hand, I intertwine our fingers, bringing them to my mouth and kissing them gently. Despite the tension radiating from him, his lips curve up into a half smile and he relaxes a little.

A throat clearing, draws our attention to Nico. “It’s settled then.” He rises from his chair, smirking. “Dante is on house arrest.”

“Fuck you,” Dante grunts.

Nico laughs. “Now if you will excuse me, I have my pregnant wife to attend to.” He waves his hand, his way of asking us to leave. My brother’s office is the one room in this house that is always locked up tight. “I’m sure you two also have lots to catch up on.”

Stepping into the shower, I make quick work of washing tonight’s dinner with Riccardo from my skin, scrubbing myself almost raw just to remove the feeling of disgust from my body.

Arms wrapping around my waist startle me, and glancing over my shoulder, my eyes meet Dante’s turbulent ones. With his gaze locked on mine, he presses kisses to my neck and jaw. I moan at his ministrations, arousal tightening my stomach.

“Dante,” I whisper, and I can’t seem to get enough of saying his name.

There is no doubt in my mind, it’s because I never thought I would say it again. Sometimes, I also think it’s a dream that I might wake from and, in reality, Dante is still gone, so it’s my way of making it real.

His hand snakes down my tummy to where I need him most. With one finger, he circles my clit, as his mouth sucks on the lobe of my ear. I pant, my legs nearly giving way, but Dante’s hold on me keeps me standing. When his hard cock presses against my back, I gasp. Desire heats my veins, leaking from my sex and I’m so desperate for him, my brain short circuits.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth,principessa?” he murmurs, a challenge in his voice.

“Both,” I gasp as he works my little bundle of nerves harder.

I feel rather than see him smirk. “My greedy little angel. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” I whine. He pulls his fingers from, and my body curls in on itself at the loss. Glancing over my shoulder, I pant. “Why did you stop?”

Dante grins wide, spinning me to face him. “I want you to sit on the edge of the bench and spread your legs wide so I can seemycunt.”

The possession in his voice has arousal leaking from me, and I eagerly do as he commands, sitting down on the bench and spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

Dante’s eyes narrow in on my pussy, his dick jerking. A groan rumbles in his chest, the sound almost feral.

Closing the distance between us, he drops to his knees in front of me, gripping my knees. “I have never seen such a beautiful cunt.” He mutters.

His compliment makes me hesitate. I suddenly feel self-conscious, my mind going to all the other women he has been with. My legs try to close of their own volition, but he grips me harder, keeping them spread open. His gaze snaps up, narrowing as he assesses me.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” he growls out.

Swallowing, I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He smirks his agreement, before dropping his head to my pussy.

His tongue darts out, swiping up from my slit to my clit. My back arches, pleasure surging through my body at his touch. I moan out his name. “Dante.”

“That’s it,principessa. Say my name as I eatmycunt.” He groans, the sound vibrating against my wet folds, causing a maelstrom of sensation to wrack through my body.

His lips latch onto my clit, suctioning me into his mouth. He pushes a finger inside me. My pussy immediately clamps down around him, pulsating, and I’m so ready for a release, I could cry.

With his free hand, I watch as he reaches down, palming his rock-hard cock before stroking himself from root to tip. The sight is so erotic, my mouth waters, stomach tightening with my impending orgasm.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, angel,” he murmurs appreciatively.

“Don’t stop.” I gasp when he adds another finger, pumping them inside me almost torturously slow. I roll my hips, chasing the friction I so desperately need, my gaze focused on where Dante strokes himself.

I want to feel him in my mouth. Want him to take what is his. Hold me in place as he uses me to get himself off. Desire shoots through my veins at the thought. I have had many fantasies of Dante taking me rough and unapologetically. I just need to coax him into bringing my desires to fruition. From the moment we were first intimate he has treated me as if I am something precious. And though I like his gentle side, I also want to bring out the animalistic side I know lives just beneath the surface, and shows him that I can handle and love every single version of him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls out, latching onto my clit once more.

“Yes,” I cry out, grinding my pussy in his face, gripping his dark hair like my life depends on it.

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