Page 39 of Little Sparrow

Dante’s hand untangles from my hair and wraps around my mouth, covering my screams. His hot, sweaty torso grinding against my skin, all my nerve endings feel on fire.

His bruising fingers grip my hip. A roar escapes his chest as he explodes inside me. His head drops to my shoulder as we tremble against each other. He removes his hand from my face and rests it on my other hip.

I’m completely his, every single hole.

The sensation of his warm, panting breath and soft lips caresses my shoulder while he mumbles along my skin about how he can’t get enough of me, how perfect I am. I’m practically glowing inside.

When he pulls out, he turns me over gently to lay me on my back while he hovers over me. His eyes flicker between each of mine. I stroke his jaw.

“We need to shower.” he reaches out for my hand, but I can’t move. My legs feel like jelly and my arse is sore and his cum dripping from inside me. He smirks. “Do you need to be carried again?”

I shrug with a sly smile. Yes I do, and he already knew it.

He carries me to the shower. I love it when he carries me like this, especially when he holds me a little bit tighter every time. He sets me down on the counter and turns on the shower. I take this time to admire him from behind, all his muscles rippling with each movement.

Chapter forty-three

Dante

Wegetintheshower together, it feels nice; us bonding like this. I’m hard again but I’m not going to fuck her, she needs comfort. Rose is more to me now. She tips her head back in the water, her honey blonde hair turning darker from the water, she reaches for the shampoo bottle, but I take it from her. “Let me take care of you,” I tell her.

Her mouth opens to protest but I squirt some shampoo in my hands and massage it gently into her scalp, she moans and my cock twitches at the memory of being deep inside her, she's making similar moans. I lather the rest of her hair, making sure to get every last strand. I tip her head back to rinse the shampoo and repeat with the conditioner, then I hold onto her, running my fingers down her spine. Fuck, I do love her.

Rose traces her fingers along my tattoos, over my one for her. She didn’t ask, but I wanted her to know. “That one I got for you, when I thought you had died, I needed something to remember you by. My whole body tells a story and this part, it’s for you.” I hold her hand over my tattoo on my chest.

“For me?” her voice trembles.

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asks as I lean across her to turn off the shower.

She wraps the white fluffy towel around her body, “I was going through a rough time with my family. You were there during the hardest moment of my teenage years. I had been trained my whole life to take over when my father dies, I thought I had wanted it. But I meant it when I said to you that my father has a habit of turning people into monsters. Our first dream, just before that, I killed someone. My first, if I didn’t kill her, my father would have tortured her and I needed to end her suffering.” I confess while grabbing my own towel.

“You can torture and kill people now?” She asks, not with judgement in her eyes, but curiosity.

“Yes. But only if it’s necessary. I don’t torture. Antonio was a one time punishment and that is because I lost it when I realised he touched you. When we dreamt together, I had wanted you to be mine eventually, but my whole life here would have tainted you back then. But it has now anyway. I never stopped those thoughts of you. I even tried to hate you when I found out what you could do, but I never did. I’ve wanted you since you were in the car accident.” I tuck her wet hair behind her ear, hoping she doesn’t distance herself.

Rose opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a knock at her bedroom door, fuck. “I’ll stay in here, you go.” I whisper, she nods and rushes out, “I’m coming.”

I listen to low chatter, it’s Maria. “Capo would like to see you about your behaviour last night.” My ear is up against the door as I listen intently, rage filling me as I listen.

“I already told him, I’m not letting that man anywhere near me. No one is going to touch me.” I clench my jaw at her words, but manage to keep myself from going out there. Maria is just doing her job, but who knows how much she is involved with my fathers sick plan.

Another voice flows through the room, Gabriele. “Give her some space, it’s not right. It is her choice if anyone touches her. I, for one, will not let a perverted old man near her. That is what I’m here for. Keep her guarded.”

Maria tuts and walks away, her heavy footsteps lowering in volume the further away she gets. Gabriele steps in and I hear the door close. “You okay?” He asks, I step out of the bathroom, we are both wrapped in towels and he looks between us and smiles. “You’re good for each other, I’ve been doing my best to keep this a secret, but someone will notice one day that I step away from my position every so often to give you privacy.” He shrugs, I know he is keeping Rose safe from my fathers wrath. He picks up my clothes and chucks them at me.

“If Maria wasn’t suspicious before, she will be now. You need to get dressed and leave. I suggest over the balcony. No one can see you leave this room today. Try to speak to your father about this deal with Ricc. Get him out of it.” I look back down at Rose and her eyes widen, shining with hope that I can do something. After I pull on all my clothes, I give Rose a quick peck on the lips and leave through the balcony. Gabriele stays with her to keep her safe but tells her to get dressed in the bathroom.Good.

I hunt my father down. He’s not in his office or outside. Those are the main places he should be, but when I hear voices coming from the garage, I know he has been busy with the cars. I storm through, but I know I need to stay calm so I take a deep breath.

He turns when he hears me stepping towards him and smiles at me. “Here’s my boy, my prodigy. The future Don.” He brags to his friends here. Ricc being one of them.

“I need to speak with you, I overheard a conversation this morning about Rose and her future here.” I don’t even bother looking at the men, I know they would be important connections for the future, but I also don’t really care.

My father waves them off and they leave. He shoves his hands in his pockets, “What’s this about,figlio mio?”

“That you are planning on trafficking her. Respect women. Do you not understand that simple code?” Anger simmers under my skin, I need to reign it in, hide my feelings before he can use it against us.

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