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I raised my hand to knock and ask Dante whether he was alright when I froze.
Was that—
No, it couldn’t be. But then I heard it again. A faint groan. So I did what any self-respecting woman would do, I pressed my ear to the door.
Another groan. Oh. My. Gosh.
My cheeks caught fire. My body burned. Yes, I had panic attacks when I even thought about a man lying on top of me and having sex, but it didn’t mean I had zero sex drive. And something about hearing Dante jerking off was just so damn sexy. Images played in my mind how he’d look in the throes of passion.
So another brilliant idea hit me. I could watch him through the keyhole located below the doorknob.
Holy fuck, I was such a voyeur. It was wrong. I shouldn’t do it.
Another groan sounded from the closed door.
It’s your wedding night,my twisted mind justified, and I lost the fight with myself. Next thing I knew, I was peeping through the keyhole.
My breathing hitched. Dante DiLustro might be many things, but nobody could take his sex appeal away from him. He was so fucking beautiful. The sculpted, lean muscles. Slick, glistening skin.
And that ass. Oh my fucking shit, was it right for a man to have such a beautifully muscular ass?
My thighs clenched as I watched Dante’s head bowed, his bicep flexing with each pump, his movements jerky. Back and forward. Faster and harder. The muscles in his neck strained as he pumped himself.
Suddenly, I wished the stupid door was open. The view was too obstructed. I wanted to admire him in full view. His hips rocked faster, his fist pumped harder. Wetness pooled between my thighs and my breathing hitched. My heart raced in my chest, and I couldn’t hear anything but the buzzing in my ears.
Another soft groan vibrated against the tile, my husband’s head tilting back and his moans raspy. He came with a guttural sound, setting me aflame, and I had to bite into my lip to stop my own whimpering moan from slipping out.
My cheeks heated. My body burned. Then the shower stopped running and I bolted back to the bed like the devil was on my heels. I jumped on the bed, breaking a sweat. I slipped Dante’s robe off but then I remembered I was in only a pair of sexy shorts and a silky top.
“Shit,” I hissed, jumping out of bed again.
I was burning up. Like I had an honest-to-God fever. I rushed over and grabbed it, but instead of putting it back on, I started waving it through the air, hoping to cool off my body. If anyone would have seen me, they’d think me mental.
I probably was.
I waved the robe up and down, letting the air cool my skin and the whole time keeping my eyes locked on the door. The door handle moved and I froze. A towel wrapped around his waist, Dante came into full view. I remained staring at him, my hands still frozen midair with the robe hanging off the fingers.
Dante’s dark eyes met mine and I jumped into motion, wrapping the robe around me. Upside down. Perfect.
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain what I was doing. There was no sane explanation on this earth that could work. So, I settled for the insane one.
“Chasing a fly.” Jesus fucking Christ. Of all the stupid things to say, I said this.Someone kill me now,I thought silently.
“Okay,” he muttered in an unsure voice. He probably thought I was crazy. He was looking at me like I had lost my mind.
He disappeared into the walk-in closet and I debated whether to die of embarrassment or just pretend this didn’t happen. I went for the latter.
I still had some people to kill.
CHAPTER25
Dante
Our wedding night.
I wore a pair of black pajama pants and a plain white T-shirt. For my wife’s sake.
My wife.
