Page 64 of Boardwalk Queen

Nico returned to the stove to remove the bacon from the frying pan. With Dante distracted, Nico took control of the kitchen and added the batter to the waffle iron.

I spread my thighs and pushed up the robe, so Dante could see I wasn’t wearing panties. “You could kiss me here.” I dragged my finger down my slit, and he looked like he stopped breathing. “I don’t care where you kiss me. But I want a kiss.”

“I volunteer,” Stefan chimed. “Spread those legs nice and wide for me, baby.”

“Me, too,” Angelo said from behind me, pulling me backward so he could kiss my lips. “I love eating your pussy.”

My eyes drifted back to Dante. “But I want your brother to kiss me first.”

Angelo groaned. “He’s not going to do it. I’ll lick your pussy until you come.”

“You want a kiss?” Dante asked to regain my attention, and my focus shifted back to him. He raised his hand and beckoned me with his finger. “Come here.”

I sat up and leaned forward, resting my palms on my thighs. “No, you come to me. It’s my birthday.”

He resumed his place between my legs and shook his head. “You’re such a little brat.”

“Then punish me.”

Gripping my chin, he rubbed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. His golden-brown eyes held mine as he breathed through his nose.

I slid my hands up his chest and draped my arms around his neck. “Kiss me, Dante.”

His brothers didn’t have a problem with intimacy. So his issues couldn’t have come from a shared trauma, which made me even more curious about his past.

Why did he only fuck whores?

Why hadn’t he kissed a woman?

I had so many questions about Dante. He wasn’t as forthcoming as his brothers. And even when I asked them why Dante was like this, they weren’t sure. His mother’s death was traumatic. And according to Nico and the twins, he hadn’t been the same since.

That had to be the source.

“Kiss me.” I reached out to grab Dante’s hand, and he recoiled from my touch. “Please.”

Everyone stopped moving, solely focused on us. Dante looked at each of his brothers, then bent his head down, his lips inches from mine. I couldn’t believe he was going to kiss me. For so long, I had wanted to feel something with him. Maybe he just needed to see that he could trust me.

A crooked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth right before his mouth descended upon mine. He gave me a tentative kiss, and I opened up for him, so his tongue brushed mine.

Dante was initially hesitant, and I could feel the inner war he was fighting with himself. He didn’t want to like me. And he didn’t want to enjoy kissing me.

But he did.

Because as we kissed, we shed all of our frustration, unleashing a hunger inside both of us. We kissed like we were fighting for possession over the other. Like we wanted to tear each other apart.

I wrapped my legs around his back, and he devoured me like a savage, his hard cock poking me. He was ravenous, consumed by me from the second he lowered his guard. I was so thankful his brothers didn’t make any stupid comments.

They didn’t even make a sound.

When I moaned into Dante’s mouth, he held me down, kissing me so hard my back hit the marble. The kiss was sensual and raw, filled with pent-up desire.

He peeled his lips from mine, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Happy birthday, Ava.”

My eyes widened at the use of my name, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. It was the first time he hadn’t called me Miss Vianello.

Dante was coming around.

I licked my lips, and his eyes followed. “Thank you.”

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