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Chapter forty-one

Dante

Fatheraskedmetodeposit the cocaine to one of his clubs nearby, the one he frequents the most. His large safe is here and I have the code. His trust for me is growing. Good. Finally another step closer to destroying everything he has. Then I’ll take Rose and we will travel far from here. Start our own lives, like I had wanted when I first landed in London.

Her innocence is what made me like her, the way she got excited over the tiniest things in her life. She appreciates every single thing she has. Even that tiny apartment she lived in, she may have been hesitant to show me at first, but I saw her eyes shining with pride. We can have that.

Since coming back here, getting to know her all over again. She is different, she’s stronger, resilient and so goddamn perfect. I wouldn’t have her any other way now.

Giovanni is with me again, we both waiting in the car round the back of the club. The money is in a duffle bag in the boot with extra bricks of the cocaine waiting to be distributed among the dealers. I want this deal to go as fast as possible, my eyes flicking down to my watch every couple of minutes. Each one ticks by in silence, finally, a guard comes from the back door and waves his hand to signal going in.

“Why do we have to wait for them to wave us in when it’s my fathers club?” I question, I don’t remember any of this before. Giovanni opens the car door with an eye roll and I follow. “Polizia,need to make sure there's none around. Never know when there is going to be a new one sniffing around who doesn't understand who we are yet.”

I nod, it makes sense, anyone new in a business would want to get to the top, demolishing organised crime would be a big accomplishment, it won’t ever happen though. They are in my fathers back pockets now, we get taken in, we get out within the hour and won’t get charged with anything.

We enter the back of the club, I follow down the hallways, up the metal steps and into my fathers big office. Giovanni closes the door behind me. The painting behind my fathers desk is the one we used to have at home, the family portrait. I assumed he would destroy it after we left, I can’t help but just stare at it.

“Don’t just stand there, we need to get everything in the safe,” he says to me impatiently, nudging me with his shoulder as he strolls past me. He dumps the bag on the desk and pulls the portrait back, revealing the large safe. I roll my eyes, isn’t that the first place someone would look? I keep an eye on him in my peripheral, the safe is a thumb print, no code.Smart.The lights flash green and Giovanni opens the titanium door. Piles of euros are stacked to the side, bricks of cocaine on the other. We both place the money and drugs in, I wonder how long it would take me to get my father to trust me enough for access to this safe alone. The money would be useful in mine and Roses run away.

“How much more are we doing today, Gio?” I ask, noting it’s getting close to when the chefs usually have food prepared.

“No rush today, Capo has a guest for a late lunch. A surprise for Miss Rose.” My head snaps to the side “What?” I ask again, a bit too hostile. He furrows his brows. “For new business deals. Didn’t you know?” I clench my jaw and shake my head. Business deals are not good for someone like her. I’m being married off, what the fuck are they doing with her?

“Ahh, Capo wants more use for the demon.” Gio shrugs like it’s a casual thing they do often. There is only one other thing I can think of that my father would do, and Karalina’s father had already requested time with her.

I dump the rest of the cash in and slam the safe closed, almost catching his fingers. He glares at me and I shrug. “I’m hungry, let’s go.” My stomach twists for what my father has planned. Gio drives and I push my foot down on the passenger side as though it will make the car go faster. It doesn’t.

Chapter forty-two

Rose

Danteburstsintomyroom, making me jump up from my bed. “I’m fucking furious. If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone.” He comes over and wipes the tears from my face. He holds me close and kisses my forehead, but I pull away and drag my fingers through my hair. Staring at the blood smeared on my face from the cut that healed. “Who did this?” He growls.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes again. Why the fuck am I so emotional these last few weeks, I’d rather scream in anger than cry. I need a rage room to smash things. But I don’t have one, I grab his face and make him look me in the eyes. Another confession from me.

“I wanted to kill him, I’ve always wanted to. I made a plan, but it isn’t possible.” I admit and Dante pulls me onto him, I curl up in his arms, my safe space. He holds onto me tightly, stroking my hair, whispering, “I’ll make him suffer.” in my ear, over and over.

His fingertips tip my face up so I’m looking at him, “What do you want me to do?” he whispers into my ear, “Tell me and I will fix everything?”

“Pain. Give me pain. Something I haven’t felt yet.” I hurry my words. He watches me and rips off the white dress straight through the middle. “I’ll burn this one too,” he mumbles and I reach for his t-shirt. I get impatient and tear at his clothes, he guides me back on the bed and settles between my legs without any preparation. I cry out as he sinks inside me. His eyes close for a moment, like he is savouring how I feel. When he opens them, they are darkened with a promise of everything I beg for.

He pulls out, right to the tip, then thrusts back in again, our skin slapping together in a rhythm I’ll never forget.

Heat in my stomach grows. My inner walls clench around him, but he pulls out before I can cum. “Not yet.” He tells me and I whimper with need. He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my hips up so I’m on my knees. His large hand presses down on my upper back. “I want you to cum when I’m in here.” His finger slides along my slit, gathering my natural lube before he traces his finger around my untouched hole.

“Relax,” He tells me when his finger slides in. Despite my attempts to remain relaxed, I can’t help but feel my muscles tighten. Dante disappears from my side, knocking things over on my vanity. When he comes back over, he leans over me. Dribbles of a cold oil drop onto my calf, I look beside me and a bottle of my favourite coconut oil rests on my bed.

“Take deep breaths. I can guarantee that I will do everything in my power to ensure that you feel good.” I fill my lungs with air and exhale it slowly while his finger goes knuckle deep, stretching me, gradually he adds another finger. When he pulls his hand away. His cock replaces it and nudges against my hole, and he pushes in slowly. I suck in a breath as he stretches me, so deep. His rough palm runs along my spine. “Relax, only a few more inches. You’re doing so well.”

The stretch is uncomfortable and burns. Sweat builds on my temple as I try not to tense. Each inch feels longer, I’m not used to this type of intrusion. I never thought about being touched there, not until the other night when I was bent over.

The pain turns into pleasure as he finally fills me completely, hitting a spot I never knew existed. He waits until I’m completely relaxed. He pumps his cock inside me, being gentle with each thrust.

He moves harder and faster, our moans blend in together like an orchestra. I claw at the sheets trying to grab hold of anything. His arm wraps around me, and a finger presses against my clit, I jolt from surprise. “Is this enough for you? Does this hurt like you need?” I only moan in pleasure for a response. He continues to circle my clit, building my orgasm. I need this. Everything mixed together, I never thought I would feel something like this that I’d never even give it a chance.

“You can cum now.” I cry out, my body convulsing as cum drips from my pussy down my thigh, my inner walls clenching at the emptiness inside it. His balls slap against my sensitive clit as his thrusts become harder, driving me towards another orgasm. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. The sting hurts so good.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream as another wave of pleasure slams through me.

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