Page 128 of Enforcer

He tightens his grasp on my throat. “Am I yours or not? It’s your fucking choice, but make it now because your pussy feels too good, menace.”

I bite my lip.

My own orgasm is right around the corner, and the tighter he holds me, the faster it races toward the surface.

“Dante,” I warn his name barely a whisper.

He grins. “Go ahead, tesoro. Come all over my cock. But make your choice quickly.”

His words heat my body, and I scream through my orgasm as I let go of everything from my past.

I use this moment to wipe the slate clean and move forward with the man of my dreams and the love of my life.

“Tesoro,” he grits out in warning.

He’s still my Dante, after all. He won’t come inside me if I tell him not to, even if it kills him.

I double down, riding him faster.

“Alyssa!” he shouts, his hand in my hair pulling tight as he comes inside me, the warmth of him filling me as I moan and ride him until he’s shuddering.

When I slow my movements and capture his lips, his tongue drives me wild all over again when he presses it inside my mouth.

His arms wrap around me, and I sigh as I nuzzle my face into his neck.

“I love you, Dante.”

He hugs me tighter. “Say it again.”

I lift my head, my lips hovering over his ear. “I love you.”

“Mm, it’s nice, you know?” he asks.

“What’s nice?”

“It’s nice that you finally have your head out of your ass,” he jokes, and I sit up and smack his shoulder.

He laughs, and it’s like music to my ears.

His cock shifts inside me, however, and I’m moaning again, forgetting all about the orgasms he already gave me as I roll my hips over him.

“Fuckkkk, tesoro, don’t stop,” he begs, his head falling back to the cabinets behind him.

Now, in this moment, I wonder how I’d been so fucking stupid. How I’d let fear have such a hold over me to the point I was missingthis.

But looking backward isn’t going to do me any good. I have to look forward.

All I see in my future is this man and a lot of love.

For the first time, no fear fills my chest at the thought of committing to him, either.

Only anticipation and happiness.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

DANTE

A month later

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