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He pumps his fingers faster, sucks my little bundle of nerves harder.

Though I try to focus on his dick, my eyes become too heavy, rolling shut on their own volition.

Just like I knew, Dante doesn’t allow it. He loves to have my eyes on him when he is pleasuring me.

Tearing his mouth from me, he grates out, “Eyes on me when you come,principessa.”

They snap open immediately, landing on dark, turbulent, orbs. With his gaze on me, he sucks me back into his mouth, his tongue circling my clit. Rolling my hips up into him, we stare at each other. Warmth fills my chest, my stomach tightening, legs trembling. My pussy begins to pulse. With Dante’s name on my lips, the orgasm hits me, so intense my whole body shakes with the force.

Pulling away from me, Dante rises, holding me open with one hand while he continues to jerk his cock with the other. He stills, his body tensing before spurts of hot white semen coat my bare pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“I know,” I whisper, slumping back against the wall.

We grin at each other, and I watch as he drops to his knees once more and massages his come into my skin.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Yours,” I agree.

Chapter 46

Dante

“So, from looking at your previous medical records, I can ascertain that you have no permanent damage to your frontal lobe. The physician that attended to your injuries believes that you may have a form of retrograde amnesia.” Dr. Baddour states as his eyes rove over the file in his hands.

“Wait, how did you get ahold of my file? My doctor in Las Vegas was on Vincenzo’s payroll and he would not have authorized it, surely,” I ask, frowning.

Dr. Baddour glances up at me before his gaze shifts to Nico who is sitting like a king behind his desk. Following his line of sight, I snort a laugh, shaking my head. “I should have known.”

Nico smirks. “I had Gregorio hack the good doctor’s medical system.”

Soft warm hands clasp mine, drawing my attention to Allegra. She chews her bottom lip, her leg bouncing.

“What does this all mean?” Her question is aimed at the specialist.

Sighing, he places my file on Nico’s desk, giving us his full attention. “It means that there is every chance Dante could regain his memories.” Allegra squeezes my hand tighter,happiness radiating from her. “But there is also a possibility the damage could be permanent.” The words make my girl deflate like a balloon. “From what you have told me, you have had flickers of memories. You informed me that though you don’t remember calling Allegra by a pet name, since she came back in your life, you have used it, without prompting from anyone else. This leads me to believe that you might also have dissociative amnesia caused from stress and trauma, which would align with what happened to you. I can diagnose you properly once I have done a thorough investigation. If this is the case, there are a handful of treatments and therapy we can try.” He smiles. “Considering what I have been told so far, and having read your file, I think your memories are in there somewhere, they are just suppressed, and you just need a little help with releasing them. My team will be arriving shortly, and once they have signed the NDA Mr. Marchetti has insisted on, we can get to work. That is, if you are happy with my assessment and feel comfortable working with me.” His gaze narrows. “I will warn you, that it is going to be a long, arduous, sometimes frustrating road ahead, but I am confident with our help we can get some, if not all, of your memories back.”

Staring at him in disbelief, I mull over his words. I want to believe what he is saying, but I also don’t want to get my hopes up.

“Did you hear that, Dante? Dr. Baddour is confident that you have every chance of recovering,” Allegra breathes.

Glancing over at her, I find her watery, hopeful eyes on me. My chest tightens at the look on her face and the pressure mounts inside me, an itch under my skin. Not only do I have to do this for myself but also for myprincipessa. She deserves to have me whole. The man she fell in love with.

Clearing my throat, I look from Nico to the doctor, nodding curtly.

“No time like the present. Let’s get started,” I grumble.

Doctor Baddour smiles, giving me a nod. “As I said, once all of the necessary paperwork is signed, we can begin. Mr. Marchetti has been kind enough to accommodate us in one of the guest houses, and has compensated us very well, so you will have access to me and my team twenty-four seven if you wish. That being said, I have been informed you are not allowed to leave the main property so we will be setting up one of the bedrooms as a makeshift clinic, if you will.” He chuckles, though I don’t see the amusement in what he is saying.

Nodding, I rise from my seat. “Well, if we are done, I am going to use the gym until everything is properly in place.”

“Dante,” Allegra hisses, no doubt at my turn in attitude.

“It's fine. Working out might help.” Dr. Baddour waves her off, grabbing my file and rising from his chair. “I am going to get settled in and wait for my team.” He smiles, looking at Nico.

Nico grabs his cell phone, swiping his finger across the screen before pressing down and bringing it to his ear. “Alessio, please escort Dr. Baddour to the guest house and let me know when his team arrives.”

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