Page 46 of Chaos & Carnage

I gape at Cain in shock. “No, it isn’t!”

The asshole just quirks a brow. “When it’s you and us, wearing sweats and squished on a sofa together… yeah, it is.”

My mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I have no idea what the hell to say to that, and apparently, my silence is viewed as an agreement based on the smirks and eyebrow wags the four of them share. I know I said I wanted them to get along, but now I’m not so sure…

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“Why do I have to wear this? You can see the outline of my dick.”

I laugh as I watch Dante pull the drawstrings of the gray sweats as tight as they will go. They belong to Cain and are a bit baggy on him, but they still look hot as hell. Especially when he didn’t have a t-shirt on, but unfortunately, he straight up refused to walk around all day without one. It would seem being seen in sweats is bad enough.

Not daring to tell him that the visibility of his cock is half the point, I simply respond, “Because you can’t lounge in jeans or suit pants. Just trust me. You’ll see, it’ll be so much comfier.”

His lips purse, clearly not believing me, but he stops complaining. Shifting his focus from the offending sweats to me, his expression softens. “How are you today?” He closes the distance between us, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek and staring at me with an intensity that only Dante can achieve. Every time he looks at me like that, it feels like he’s pulling back all the layers I keep carefully wrapped around me until I’m raw and exposed. Yet, it doesn’t feel invasive. More like a soft caress. Perhaps it’s because I know I’m the only one he looks at like that—with genuine concern. “I was worried about you last night. You…” His face pinches. “I didn’t know how to help you.”

Closing the scant space between us, I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my head on his chest. “I was furious with you for carting me out of there when I didn’t know if Cain and Oliver, and the others, were alive or not.”

“You will always be my primary concern, Sawyer. No matter what is happening or going on with the others, I will always put your safety first. Even if you hate me for it.”

I smile into his chest. “You did help. Your presence grounded me. Every time I felt panic dig her cold claws into my chest, you’d touch me, or I’d feel your skin against mine, and it calmed me. You were exactly what I needed, thank you.”

His finger tilts my chin up until I’m staring into his eyes. They look lighter, more brown than black, and there’s a sparkle in them as he roams his gaze over my face. “You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you. I want to be the one you turn to when you’re upset or scared and in need of comfort. I might not be very good at it, but I want to give you whatever you need.”

Pushing up onto my toes, I brush my fingers through his hair before cupping his jaw. “You already do. All I’ll ever need is you. It doesn’t matter if you fumble, say or do the wrong thing, as long as you are here. Although, for the record, you were perfect last night.”

That rare softness is in his eyes as he leans in. His hand cups the back of my head, holding me to him as he kisses me deeply. His touch is gentle, caring. So at odds with the imposing image he portrays to the rest of the world.

His kiss intensifies, turning heated and hungry as he directs me backward until my back hits the wall. Caging me in with his large frame, he moves to kiss along my neck. His hands glide over my shoulders and down my arms before his palms flatten over my ribs, pushing me flat against the wall while his hips grind against my core.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me last night? Watching them give you endless pleasure?”

“You could have joined in, you know.”

“I wanted to.” His voice drops an octave, his words eliciting a shudder. “I also wanted to rip their hands away and remove the memory of their touch. To fuck you so good that you would forget all about them.” His hands move to where the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing brushes against my mid-thigh, slipping beneath the fabric so his calloused fingers can drift up my outer thigh. “But I’d never be able to achieve that, would I?”

Lifting my head, I hold his gaze while roaming my hands down the front of his t-shirt. Reaching the waistband of his sweats, I tug on the drawstrings until they unravel. “No, you wouldn’t.” I dip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his solid length and enjoying the way he groans at the simple touch. “You could never burn away their touch, just like they could never replace yours. I love themandI love you. Equally.” I punctuate each sentence with a firm stroke of his cock. “Each of you speaks to me differently, fulfilling parts that I never even knew were missing or broken. Only when I’m with all of you, do I feel complete.” Another stroke. “You are an essential part of the equation. Without you, none of this works. Without you,Idon’t work.”

My other hand pushes his t-shirt up, baring his chest, and I press my lips against his warm skin before licking a path over the ridges of his abs until I can swirl my tongue around his nipple.

“I didn’t know what to think of you at first. Everything I’ve heard about the Antonellis… I expected you to be cruel and heartless, and don’t get me wrong, you are. You are both of those things, but you’re also so much more.

“You did an excellent job of pretending to be your father. So good, in fact, that you had even yourself fooled. Only, I could see everything that was lurking beneath the surface, buried so deep that you forgot it existed. Admittedly, I didn’t knowwhatyou had repressed, but I was curious enough to push and prod and pry, and I’m so glad I did. Otherwise, I would have never gotten to witness the incredible man standing in front of me.”

I switch my focus to his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention before speaking again. “I see the effort you’ve been making with me, and with Cain and Oliver. I know none of this is easy on you.” Pulling my hand free from his sweats, I tug his t-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before planting my hands on his chest and applying gentle force.

He allows me to direct him backward to the bed, and with a final shove, he falls onto the mattress. Stepping between his thighs, I grab the waistband of his sweats and shimmy them over his hips before pulling them down his legs. Leaving them pooling on the floor, I slowly rake my eyes up his thighs and over his abdomen and chest, biting on my lower lip as my breathing hitches and my body hums with desire.

Our eyes meet as I slide my hands along his thighs and get to my knees. “Let me show you how much I appreciate everything you do.”

Maintaining eye contact, I run my tongue over his ballsack, sucking it into my mouth before licking my way up his shaft until I reach the tip. His cock twitches, his breathing coming in pants as his eyelids fall to half-mast.

“Ughhhh. God,mia vita, you’re so good at that.”

His hips thrust shallowly when I take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him in deep. The hold he has over his control loosens with each bob until he yanks me off him and pulls me up onto the bed.

“After last night, I need to be buried in your tight pussy when I come.”

My legs fall to either side of his hips as Dante pushes up until he’s sitting. He rips my panties from me in a swift, deliriously sexy move. Draping my arms over his shoulders, I slide my core along his length until it glistens with a mixture of my saliva and pleasure.

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