Page 108 of Of Murder and Matrimony

I sat up in bed, keeping his hand in mine. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He let me lead him to the bathroom and strip his clothes off, but didn’t make any moves with the erection that threatened me as I pulled his pants down. I removed my pajamas and turned the shower on, pulling him in with me and grabbing the shower gel.

“Let’s wash him off you.” I took a washcloth and thoroughly massaged the soap into his skin.

“He’s in my blood,” Dante choked out, eyes closing as he shook his lowered head. “I’ll never be completely free of him.”

“Listen.” I tipped his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. “I get some people believe traits can be passed down, but as a doctor, if it isn’t something like eye or hair color, maybe a genetic disease… I don’t buy that shit. You are your own man, and despite your father’s attempts to make you a carbon copy, you defied him. Now you have the chance to show the world who you are.”

“How can you look at me after him?” he asked, raising his hand but dropping it before touching my face.

“Your father was a horrible man. But I’ve never projected his actions onto you. You’re my protector, my safety.” I didn’t know how much information he’d been given, but he was at least aware of last night’s events. “I should have told you he’d propositioned me and touched me, but I believed his threats when he said he would kill you.”

“He put a hit out on me,” Dante confirmed.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to touch me if you knew,” I admitted. The shame seemed ridiculous now that the threat was gone, but fear had paralyzed me.

“Never,” my husband said vehemently, drawing me into his tight embrace. “I will always want you. My father’s influence will never change that. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Something in him snapped, and the air filled with sexual tension as our eyes met. He rinsed his body and washed me, then shut the water off and dried us both. I squealed when he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and feeling his stiff cock pressing against my center.

Dante practically slammed me back into the bed, following me down and positioning himself between my legs. “Fuck, Olesya. I need to fuck you. Need to feel your arms wrapped around my body, your nails scoring me back. Your pussy strangling my cock, and taking my come.”

“Fuck me, Dante,” I panted, grinding against his length. “Be with me. Only us.”

“Hold on to me,” he warned, lining himself up with my entrance. I obeyed, curling my fingers around his shoulders and giving him the bite of my nails, knowing he needed the pain along with his release.

I cried out his name when he filled me in one violent thrust, giving me all he had. The pace was furious, our pent-up emotions pouring out as our bodies came together. It wasn’t sweet, but it was honest.

Love wasn’t always sweet. Sometimes it was sacrificial, denying oneself for another. Sometimes it was painful, torturing the soul. Sometimes violent, punishing in its intensity. But true love—true love was always honest.

Dante and I loved each other, body, mind, and soul.

I tilted my hips, taking him deeper, swallowing his pleasured groan with a kiss, claiming him as he’d claimed me all those years ago. Whatever the future brought, it would never tear us apart. I felt a possessive urge and bit his lip, making him growl and pound into me harder.

I was dripping all over his cock, our bodies slapping wetly together, hot and desperate. He hit the spot I needed, and my orgasm built with every thrust. “Fuck, Dante, right there. Please.”

“Be a good wife and come for your husband,” he commanded roughly, adding a little more pressure with his pelvis against my clit.

My pleas became mindless words of pleasure as the tingling sensation shot out from my center to the top of my head and the tips of my fingers and toes. My pussy clenched around Dante’s dick rhythmically, and he slowed his strokes as I came down from my peak.

Dante’s lips tipped up in a dangerously seductive smile that had my pussy pulsing with aftershocks. “I want another. You’ll come for me again. Then I’ll fill you up and put a baby in you.”

He reached down, his large palm covering my lower abdomen. “You’ll grow big and round, and I’ll worship you daily to thank you for carrying my child.”

I wanted that, but at the moment, I just wanted to be close to my husband. The future could wait.

So I pulled him down for another kiss and worked my hips against him, sliding his cock in and out of me in a rhythm that would work me toward a second release. I wanted him as lost in the sensations as I was, incapable of any thought other than how our bodies fit together perfectly.

Dante braced himself on one forearm and worked my nipples into painfully hard peaks before taking them into his mouth, one after another, until I begged for a reprieve. He pushed to his knees and slid his hands under my ass, lifting me off the mattress and slamming into me even harder.

If anybody heard my screams of pleasure, they were smart enough not to come looking for an explanation for the noise that no doubt filtered through their Don’s bedroom door. The head of Dante’s cock pounded into my G-spot, driving me wild with overwhelming sensation.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I whimpered in protest. He chuckled darkly. “Put those fingers on your clit, Olesya. You’ve got me so fucking close I won’t last much longer.”

I smiled coyly and circled my hips. “Is that so?”

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