Page 27 of Sin and Seduction

“When will it ever be the right time in this family?” she cries, and I shush her once more.

“When was it the right time for me to fall in love with my captor? With the man who wanted my father dead and lied to me for weeks? There’s always a time, Gabriela. We just have to handle it accordingly,” I say, pulling her up and fixing her hair.

“We?” she questions, and I nod.

“We,” I say. “Always we, got it?” I ask, and she nods as we walk back out of the bathroom.

“Emmie?” she asks before I lead us back downstairs.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“I’m glad that you’re going to be my sister,” she says with a small smile, warming my heart completely.

“Me, too. I’ve never had one before,” I say with a wink as we walk back downstairs and into the ballroom, my stomach filled with worry once more.

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“There you are,” Dante says as he creeps up behind me, kissing the top of my head as his hands rest on my shoulders.

Bliss.

“I missed you,” I say as he spins me around in his arms, holding me close and staring at me with his beautiful, amber eyes.

“I always miss you, mi ciela. How was the walk with my mother?” he asks, his eyebrow raised.

“Surprisingly well,” I say as I wrap my arms around him.

He kisses me tenderly, and I hate that I’m withholding the truth of his sister’s pregnancy, but I gave her my word, and I don’t want to ruin this one night of bliss that I have with him. We don’t often get moments where we can just enjoy one another’s company. She has nine months until she has the baby; the shocking announcement can wait.

“I’m glad it went well. Now, I’m tired of mingling and being away from you. Let’s go see what you’ve got on under this.” His fingers slide up the exposed part of my thigh, toying with the slit of my dress.

I bite back a moan and let him grab me and pull me away from the dancefloor and down a long hallway. He looks around us before opening a closet door and pushing me inside.

Fuck yes.

“I’ve wanted you for days, wife. As much as I’d like you in my bed with no interruptions, I can’t wait the rest of the evening for that.” He pulls me up and sits me on a table with boxes, pushing me back and spreading my legs so that he can pull my panties down my legs.

I moan once his fingers find my clit, his hand soaked already from my wetness. It makes him growl, and I can’t help but widen my legs for him. I palm his thick erection through his suit pants and bite at his lips, eliciting a growl from him as I slide down the zipper and free his cock. I position it at my entrance, but he stops me.

“On your knees.” He growls at me, grabbing my hips and turning me so that my knees are on the table, and I’m staring at a wall full of shelves that hold endless liquor bottles.

We’re in the liquor closet. Anybody could come in here at any time.

“Dante, a staff member could come in here. Anyone could,” I say, my voice ending with a moan as he pushes his cock deep into me, thrusting hard from behind.

“Does that excite you or worry you, mi amor?” he grunts, fucking me roughly as his hand covers my lips to quiet the cry that rips from my throat.

“It excites you, my dirty fucking girl,” he growls as he fucks me with a quiet ferocity that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

The small closet is filled with the sounds of our rough lovemaking and the loud voices from the party outside. I should be worried or tell him to stop, but I have no desire to. This does thrill me—everything my husband does thrills and excites me beyond belief.

He shoves into me with a couple more hard thrusts, making me come loudly into the palm of his hand as he trembles and shakes behind me. He comes long and hard, his semen creating waves inside me. I moan through it all, and he leans over to kiss my shoulder as we try to slow our heavy breathing. He pulls a handkerchief from his suit pocket and cleans me before discarding it into a trash can and pulling my panties up in my dress down. He holds me in his arms for a few moments, peppering kisses all along my forehead and my hair before pulling back and asking me if I’m ready to go back out.

I’m not, my cheeks flushed and my bones feeling like Jell-O. This man just fucked me into oblivion, and now we have to go out and mingle with his guests and family. I fix my hair, and he wipes the streaks of lipstick away from the corners of my mouth before grabbing my hand and pulling us out of the closet. We walk back to the ballroom, and his mother greets us with a stern look.

“I’ve been looking for you for the past ten minutes. It’s time for a toast,” she hands Dante a glass of champagne and pushes us to the center of the ballroom floor, everybody separating and leaving a big circle for just he and I.

Oscar hands him a microphone and me a glass of champagne before stepping back into the crowd. Dante turns the mic on and looks at me before addressing everyone in the room.

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