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Polo yanks me closer, his fingers gripping my arm tight. “This is my daughter,” he boasts to a group of guests, presenting the silver tray of appetizers like a trophy. I force a strained smile and nod my head politely as someone responds to my comment. My insides churn with dread and my eyes search for an exit as I silently plead for the night to end soon. His grip on me never loosens, as if he's worried that I'll disappear if he does, yet there's a subtle panic flashing in his gaze.

We stride through the buzzing room, and Polo's eyes dart anxiously around the space. His body is rigid and alert, as if a feral animal on flight or fight mode. Every few paces he halts to scan the murky depths of the corners or scrutinize the faces of strangers. He seems spooked so abruptly, and his terror seeps into me like an ethereal mist, leaving an oppressive sense of foreboding in its path. I wonder what shifted his spirit.

I only have to look around for a few minutes before I catch sight of what has him on edge.

Dante is here.

His tall figure stands out in the crowd, his piercing gaze locked on me. Every time our eyes meet, a jolt of electricity passes between us, a reminder of the feelings that still linger beneath the surface.

But I know that this is not the time or place to confront the complicated emotions that reside within me. There are too many eyes, too many ears, waiting to catch any sign of weakness or vulnerability. I can't afford to let my guard down, not when the stakes are so dangerously high.

I feel suffocated by the oppressive weight of expectations and the ever-present tension in the air. My head is spinning from the conversations and the nonstop flow of information. I need a moment to breathe, to collect my thoughts.

"I...I have to use the bathroom," I murmur to Polo, my voice barely audible amid the cacophony.

I hear him say "Wait" as I speed away from him, the throngs of people a refuge from his authoritative aura. Marco was never so domineering, but his brother—my father by birth—was another story entirely.

My heart thumps in my chest with every step. Hushed whispers and muffled laughter echo in the narrow corridor. When I look back, I realize that one of Polo's guards has followed me. Of course he has. I sigh and close the bathroom door behind me, grateful for the momentary solitude.

But as I emerge from the bathroom, my eyes widen in surprise. It isn't the guard who stands against the wall waiting for me, but Dante himself. His presence fills the hallway, his gaze locked on me. Time stops as our eyes lock, the connection between us electric with intensity. The hallway shrinks, leaving only the two of us in this suspended moment. A flood of emotions rush through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

"Hi Valeria."

His greeting along with his sexy grin break the tension, and I feel my body relax as he takes a step closer to me. We stand face-to-face in the dimly lit hallway, so close that I can feel his breath on my face. His presence is intoxicating, and it fills me with an inexplicable longing.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the thumping of my heart.

He doesn't answer at first. Instead he reaches out and touches my cheek gently, his eyes searching mine for something beyond words. Without saying a word, Dante reaches out for my hand and leads me into the nearby bathroom. He locks the door behind us before pulling me close into a tight embrace. Our lips meet hungrily as if reuniting after years apart, a deep yearning unleashed from within us both like an unstoppable force of nature.

He pulls up my long gown, hooks his fingers around my panties, and snatches it until it tears. He pushes my red undies down into the inside of his coat pocket and then returns his fingers to my pussy where he strokes me until I'm dripping wet all over his fingers.

"I need you, Dante."

"I know. I need you to," he says.

An orgasms races through my body just from him fingering my clit and he catches my cries with a kiss. "Come back with me."

"No," I say outright. "There's something I have to do first."

"I'll give you anything you want, Valeria. Please come with me. I don't trust your...new family," he grunts out and then lifts me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my heels fall to the floor. Within seconds, he has his fly undone. Hooking his hands behind my knees, he pushes my back against the wall, spreads my thighs, and plunges inside.

"Dante!" I cry out.

"I need to be inside you, now," he groans, and shoves his cock deeper, but I wrap my legs around his waist.

His cock twitches inside me as I grind against him. It doesn't take long before my pussy clenches in a delicious orgasm and I clench and unclench around his cock. At this point, I don't care about the consequences of being caught. I just want him to fill me up with his cum.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop..."

"I won't. I won't," he murmurs, thrusting in and out, in and out.

"Oh, that's so fucking good," I whimper, gripping his ass with my heels.

"That's it," he groans, biting down on my lip.

"I want you to come. I love it when you come in me," I whisper, licking his earlobe.

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