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My angel lies there, her gaze intent on me as she watches me push my come back inside her used pussy. Her perfect blue eyes turn glassy, and she nibbles that full bottom lip. Anxiety is written all over her face and my heart aches for what she believes is going to happen today. And no matter how much it kills me, I keep quiet, knowing it’s for her own safety.

Pulling my fingers from her wet cunt, I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her skin.

“Dante,” her voice catches, sending pain to my heart.

“Everything will be okay, angel.” My lips brush hers before I pull away.

I need to distract her. And in this moment, I know of only one way to pacify her.

Flipping onto my back, I pin Allegra with a look. “You need to relax principessa.” I smirk. “Scoot down the bed.” Her eyes pop wide. “That’s right angel. Take me in your mouth and suck until it soothes you. Taste us both while I pacify you with my cock.”

“Yo-you remembered?” Allegra gasps.

I grin, maneuvering her until she is level with my dick. “I may have had a little flashback to a night when you were worried about your brother finding out about us. It wasn’t very vivid but it was a memory all the same. Using me as your own personal pacifier relaxed your anxiety?” I ask it as a question because like I said, it was only a small recollection.

“It did. I liked it. It soothed me until I fell asleep,” she confirms.

I jerk my head. “Well then what are you waiting for. Go on angel. Use me until you relax.”

Allegra sighs, a small smile pulling at her lips.

And then she sucks me into her mouth. Using me as her own personal comforting balm. And though it should feel sexual,my angel sucking my cock, it brings me peace too. My erratic thoughts calm as all the tension in my body relaxes.

Glancing down, I smile when I find Allegra’s eyes closed and all the anxiety that was marring her beautiful face turns to contentment as she sucks me slowly.

For now, my job here is done.

Chapter 51

Allegra

Staring blankly out of the hotel window, my gaze takes in the small dots of people and traffic down below.

My eyes burn with unshed tears, threatening to spill over. Emotion tightens my throat, hands trembling uncontrollably in my lap as my nerves get the best of me. So much for being strong. I feel like I might pass out at any second.

Truthfully, right now, this all feels like a fever dream. As if it’s not real. Like I stepped outside of my own body, and I am looking at a stranger. If it weren’t for the low murmur of Nico’s voice as he issues orders to Matteo, and Mamma’s heavy stare never leaving my face, keeping me grounded in this moment, then I might believe that it was a hallucination.

But it’s wishful thinking.

This is very much a nightmare – one of my own doing.

We are in the city for my wedding to Riccardo Romano.

Despite willingly putting myself in this position, I am now regretting it more with every second that passes. At the time, I thought I was doing the right thing. Believed I was being brave, by fulfilling my duty to my family and protecting them. But now I realize how naïve I was. Some people might even call me amartyr. And they would be right. Because now I find myself deep in this situation, with no way out.

Furthermore, and probably the worst part of this fucked up wedding, is that not only will I destroy myself in the process, but more importantly, the man I love.

Dante, who after fucking me, quickly dressed and hastily left my room, locking himself away in his own bedroom before the hair and make-up people arrived. It was a dagger to my heart and I know he is hurting – but I am too.

What he doesn’t seem to understand is this is killing me as much as it is him. It’s no coincidence that my heart is slowing down, dulling with every minute that passes.

My throat closes, pulse kicking up to an unnatural rhythm, when I remember what is happening today. Panic heats my blood and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my heart rate. I want nothing more than to break down, but I cannot, and will not, show weakness.

“Honey?” Mamma calls, no doubt sensing my turmoil.

My eyes flutter open, gaze shifting to a stoic looking Alessio in the chair beside her before moving to Mamma. Tears fill her eyes, concern and worry written all over her pretty face.

Shooting her a weak, watery smile, I croak out. “I’m okay.”

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