Page 80 of Throne of Sin

“Are you sure those guys are dead?” I ask between kisses.

“Want me to shoot them again?”

My shirt is over my head in an instant and I’m tearing at his dress shirt. Buttons go flying and I shove the stiff material over his shoulders and off.

“Shouldn’t you be doing something with their bodies?”

“Later. They’re not important right now, you are.”

Dante pulls at my belt, moving me closer to him as he pulls the leather from around my hips, giving it a snap at the end. My hands are pulling at his dress pants, fumbling with his belt. He helps me before he slips his pants down, his erection bobbing between us. My pants are torn down and I’m lifted up, his cock entering me without warning.

“You have always been mine. I have never stopped loving you. The only way I could stay mad at you was if I was dead.”

Dante fucks me hard against the wall. I cling to him, loving the way he feels under my hands. “You will never lie to me again,” he demands as he thrusts into me.

He kisses my shoulder and takes my nipple into his mouth. I’m a goner. I cry out his name and he growls mine as we come together.

Slowly, he lets me down and my toes hit the floor as his dick slips out of me. His hand squeezes my breast before slipping down my stomach. I watch with fascination as his hand moves down until he cups my sex. His cum coats my thighs and he uses his fingers to move it back into my pussy.

“I want more children with you. There’s nothing hotter than seeing you with my cum in you. You’re the first person who has ever made my heart race. I loved you before I even knew what that should feel like. And now, you have blessed me with a daughter. I can’t wait to see your belly swollen with our child. I love you with all of my heart, Demi, and I’ll never stop.”

“I love you too.”

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” Dante cockily states, refusing to ask me. I wait for that feeling to fight him on it but it never comes.

“I like that idea.” I shyly smile.

“You’re not going back to your mother’s house,” he adds and I stop. “You sprayed my mother with the hose, she will never forgive you and I want you close to me. Will you please move in with me?”

“Dante.”

He gets on one knee. “Demi, please move in with me. I’m a desperate man on his knees begging you.”

“Get up.” I try to pull him onto his feet. “I’ll move in, if you marry me,” I say, watching his expression morph into a sexy beast of a grin.

He jumps up from his knees in a sexy ninja move and pulls me in. “Don’t mess with me,” he warns.

“I love you, Dante. You’re the only person to ever make me happy. I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy.”

“Fuck yes, Dem!” He kisses me.

There’s a knock on his door. “Cleaning crew,” is announced from the other side.

Dante places his suit jacket around my upper body before we put our pants back on.

He winks and I look back at the dead guys on the floor before he opens the door, allowing the men in, and takes my hand. “Let’s go home.”

“Wait! There were more than three of them. They’re outside,” I explain, concerned.

“Not anymore. They’re gone. I promise.”

Chapter 39

Dante

Iwalkintoourbedroom after reading Oakleigh a goodnight story. Having that one-on-one time is one of my favorite things to do with her.

“Demi?” I look around our room, not seeing her. A flickering reflection in the window catches my attention and I step closer so I can look out the glass; to see she’s gazing at the stars from the roof with a single tealight candle beside her. I lift the wooden frame, ducking my head out. “You know that candle could burn this house down.”

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