Page 57 of Throne of Sin

Dante’s tongue strokes and prods, devouring my mouth. This is far more intimate than any other time we’ve ever had sex. My mind, soul, and body have given themselves over to him. He groans animalistically. “This pussy has always been mine. I’m never giving it up now.”

We stare into each other’s eyes, our connection unwavering. To be connected to Dante Mancini like this gives me a sense of levitating.

He thrusts harder, his hand stroking my neck before he wraps his fingers around it. The pressure is just enough to show me he’s in charge. I moan, raking my fingers down his back, remembering how much he used to like it. His eyes close and he groans, his back arching into me. My core tightens, and I’m on the brink of another orgasm. He thrusts again, circling his hips, and I’m a goner. My nails rake harder against his back as I scream out his name.

He quickly pulls out, his cum coating my stomach as he orgasms. I fall back, exhausted, and fully content.

“You take my breath away,” Dante compliments, but I’m too tired to disagree with him. His cum is sticky on my skin and I don’t want it to dry on me. I lean over to grab my torn panties to clean it off when Dante moves my hand away and cleans it with his shirt.

He doesn’t pause at my scars, and I wish he would, and push the subject.

He lays down on the bed with me and I snuggle into his side. “When you asked me to run away with you, I was pregnant.” He stills under me, but it feels so good to tell the truth.

I take a deep breath, my chest heaving. It’s still hard to talk about. “The plan was to tell you when I came back, but we both know how that went.”

He’s frozen, but I can hear him breathing deeply beside me. My hand instinctively touches my stomach. “I couldn’t keep them safe and ended up losing the baby.” It’s so hard not to slip back into that dark part of my life. I was so depressed after losing the only thing that could give me a reminder of Dante.

Chapter 28

Dante

Myhandslidesontop of Demi’s stomach. I never noticed her blemished skin, until just now. A baby caused these marks. The thought never slipped into my mind. Fuck, a baby never crossed my mind. It should have. We rarely used a condom, because I never wanted anything between us. Our skin-to-skin contact always brought us closer, and I would have hated losing that part of us.

“Move back in with me.” I’ve been in agony since the day she left. I only have my pigheaded self to blame for that.

She blows a breath out. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Her voice is uncertain and shaky.

“Why?”There’s no downside.

“The girls already have a hard time seeing me as an equal. I can’t be working at the clubandliving with you.”

“Fine, then stop working at the club.”Problem solved.

She turns to me. “How do I pay off my debt to you?” She sounds pissed.

“I’ve never cared about that. I don’t own you, and you don’t owe me money.” My chest feels lighter than it ever has. Demi can finally be mine without any unwanted strings attached.

“Why would you do that for me?”

Her beautiful eyes are studying me with skepticism and I have no idea how she could not know that I would do anything for her.

“I’m over-staffed?” I joke with a shrug.

Her body gives me a little nudge.

“Seriously, you’re free to do what you want.” Instead of her body relaxing into me, kissing me back like I’m her God, she tenses. I sigh, not liking her reaction.

Relax, she’s still in your arms.

“Dante…”

I look at her and she has tears that prickle her eyes. One lone tear floods over her thick lashes and my finger scoops it up. “My life has been upheaved so many times. I’ve been taught to believe that if something is too good to be true, it must be. I just need a moment to adjust.”

“Will you move in with me? We can figure out the rest after.”

“What if I say no?” She’s waiting for me to add strings to the stipulations.

“Then you stay with the girls or I’ll help find you a place.” Her fingers playfully brush over my chest hair as she thinks. “I’m not trying to trick you.”

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