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“Can I come in your mouth?” he asked and I hummed my agreement.
The next second, his groan rumbled from low in his throat and he finished in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of him, some of his cum trickling down my chin.
His cock slid out of my mouth with a softpop. His hands were still handcuffed to the headboard. I reached for the cuffs and unlocked them, then sat back on my knees, licking my lips. My eyes on him, our gazes clashed, and he reached out his hand, wiping his cum off my chin and bringing it to my lips. My skin burned under the intensity of his stare. I darted my tongue out, licking his finger, then closing my mouth around, sucking it clean.
He’d given me all the control, yet I felt he had it the entire time. Dante was exactly what I’d needed all along and I’d never even known it.
CHAPTER32
Dante
Juliette slept in my arms wearing nothing but her thong and my white button-down dress shirt that she dug out of my side of the closet.
I ran my hands down her back, loving the feel of her soft skin against my rough palms. Her even breathing filled the space and the cracks in my chest. Her scent lingered everywhere—on our sheets, on my hands, in my lungs.
There was something peaceful about this moment and I feared something would come along and break it. More than likely my betrayal. I should admit to her what I had done. I should admit to her my devious plan with which I entrapped her. But the fucking admission refused to leave my lips.
A hollow ache vibrated through my chest. I couldn’t risk her hatred. Not now. Not ever. We were making progress and that was what mattered. We were moving forward.
A soft sigh brushed against my chest, and I lowered my eyes to my wife. Her breaths fanned my skin. Her cheek was pressed against my chest, her mouth slightly parted and those long, dark lashes casting shadows against her cheeks, becoming a sight I could not get enough of.
My fingers tangled in her soft strands. I marveled at the softness of her dark hair sprawled all over my chest. She was so small and breakable, although sometimes it was easy to forget it. Her personality made up for her lack of height.
My chest tightened at the thought of anyone hurting my wife. My obsession. My blood and my oxygen.
It wasn’t healthy to feel this obsessive about anyone, but then that never stopped the DiLustro men before.
Just look at Basilio’s father. My own father. Basilio and I weren’t any better. God help Priest and any woman he zeroed in on, though it seemed maybe he’d already found one.
My phone buzzed and I reached for it. Surprised to see a message from Illias Konstantin, I slid it open.
*Why is your man lurking in my territory?*
I sighed. Why did the Russian fucker have to know everything. It wasn't that I had any shipments routed through his territory. I had my guy scouting Travis so he could kidnap him and bring him to me.
I typed a quick reply.*He’s picking up a guy.*
*At the ex-senator’s house?*I could practically hear Konstantin’s snicker through the text. Fucking old man. He should really consider retiring or something.
*His kid hurt my wife. He needs to pay.*
If he had the senator or his family under his protection, I’d just have to fight him, because letting Travis Xander get away with what he had done to Juliette, wasn’t an option.
My phone buzzed again and an unexpected message came through.
*Let me know if you need help.*
* * *
Today was an absolute clusterfuck.
I wanted to be in Chicago with my wife, stuck in the house during a blizzard and handcuffed to the bed while she explored my body. Not in fucking California.
Irritation ignited in my chest. Couldn’t I at least have a peaceful honeymoon?
The morning after my text exchange with Konstantin, I received a message from my own guy. He was unable to get into the ex-senator’s house. I flew in and out of countries under the radar and this fucker couldn’t enter an ex-senator’s house. A dead ex-senator.
Hearing my guy wasn’t able to retrieve Travis fucking Xander out of his mansion irked me to no end. Either my guy was incompetent or Travis knew someone was coming for him. If I found out Konstantin gave a heads-up to the son of a bitch, there’d be hell to pay.
