Page 88 of Relentless Oath

Dario was a criminal. Behind the fancy suits and words, his actions led to the death of others. Possibly even to Jason’s death. That realization was sobering.

And it’s what I reminded myself every day when I found myself doubting what I thought I knew of Dario and trying to understand the man that he was. My mom had said that no one was all bad or all good, that all of us had our shades of gray, it’s just that some of us hid it better than others.

Dario had never hid who he was from me. I didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

All I knew was that I was desperate for his cock, desperate for his hunger, and wild for release.

“Fuck me, Dario,” I pleaded, my voice sounding like someone else’s. “I need you.”

He made a choked sound that might have been a sob if he had been another man.

“There is nothing that I want to do more,” he groaned.

He leaned forward and untied my hands, then turned me around.

“What do you want? Show me,” he said.

I blinked. I didn’t know how to react to him being fair with me, offering me a choice in what I wanted.

I lifted my hands and they were shaking. I stroked them up his body, running them over his hard abs, and then up over his shoulders, which were thick with muscle.

He shivered under my touch. I felt drunk with power.

I sat back until I found the edge of the bed, and then I took his hand, tugging him forward, inviting him to lay down over me.

He obliged me, resting on his elbows. I felt the smile on his lips before he started kissing me.

His kisses were different, gentle, worshipping my lips. I felt wetness dripping from me onto the sheets.

“Please,” I said against his lips. “Please fill me, Dario.”

He kissed me soundly one more time, then I felt the head of his cock against me. I keened, lifting toward him, and he slid into me slowly, his size shocking and wonderful all at once, just like always.

“Oh, God, Dario,” I moaned, finding a cadence with him right away, the dance slower this time, gentle, filled with emotion. I felt my heart breaking open, the truth of my feelings for him flowing out, as he fucked me tenderly.

“Mya,” he murmured as my body spiraled toward its release. “God, you feel amazing. Come for me, baby.”

And I did, as if my body was solely at his command now. I screamed his name as the release tore through me. I felt my own wetness soak us and he groaned loudly and arched into his own release, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

We rocked together, swamped by pleasure, surrendering to one another, completely naked to one another in every way for the first time.

“Thank you,” he breathed against my skin, and my heart did a delightful little flip flop in my chest.

I had thought that he was the man responsible for getting me in this whole mess to begin with. However, if I were being honest, I’d only had myself to blame for that.

Did Jason find himself in a similar situation? Did he make a big mistake that made him Matteo’s lackey? I didn’t know but I knew until I had the truth whatever I felt or thought I felt for Dario would have to wait to be fully explored.

I still needed closure, and that could only come from finding out the truth about what Jason had been involved in with the di Ceccos.

But that could wait. I let Dario lead me to the shower, where we took care of one another kindly, gentle with each other, silent in the face of what we had just shared.

When I woke, I was alone.

I got up, got dressed, and went looking for Dario. I wandered to his study, assuming he would be in there as always, managing his empire.

I opened the door, calling his name, and stuck my head in, looking in all directions. He wasn’t in the office.

I probably only had a minute before someone sent one of his goons to tell me to mind my own business and stay out of Dario’s office.

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