Page 17 of Sin and Seduction

“I wouldn’t let you even if you tried,” I say, tears forming in my eyes.

“I know you wouldn’t, you stubborn woman.” He laughs and bends to kiss my ring.

“Marry me, Emmie. Marry me all over again, the right way this time.” He stares at me, and I wish I could see his beautiful face, but so many tears are clouding my vision that it’s nearly impossible to get a clear view of my husband.

“Do I get to plan my wedding this time?” I ask, tears falling as he chuckles.

“Yes.”

“With the flowers and dress and invites and all?” I ask, smiling through my tears as he laughs and kisses my hand again.

“With everything you’ve ever dreamed of, baby,” he says, and I drop to the floor with him, grabbing his face.

“Yes. I’ll marry you over and over again, a thousand times until I die,” I say, kissing his face as he pulls me into a fierce embrace.

“God knows I don’t deserve you, but I will never let you go,” he says darkly, kissing my hair as my tears dry, elation filling my heart.

“Good, I don’t want you to. Except for now,” I say, pulling back and looking at his beautiful, confused face.

“You stink and need a shower. We have an early flight, and I don’t want to miss it.”

I pull him up with me, and he picks me up as we stand. I wrap my legs around his waist, my sex against his. He hardens against me, and I smile as he kisses my throat.

“I’m just going to make us dirty all over again,” he whispers against my skin, and I grow wet against him.

“Good,” I say, and he growls and rushes us to the bathroom.

He sets me down and turns the spray of the shower on, steam enveloping us in the room as he starts to rid us of our clothing. His mouth is everywhere. On my lips, my face, my neck. Eventually, it lingers on my breast, and I have to pull him away so we can step into the shower together, the warm water wetting us as we tangle together.

He kisses me deeply, his mouth wet and hot, making me dizzy. He kisses me until I have a pool between my legs, until I beg and mewl for him, until he picks me up and wraps me around him once more. His cock impales me in an instant, making me cry out against his mouth.

He moves slowly, savoring me and our union. It feels so blissful, like we have all the time in the world even though our time is uncertain now more than ever. I tangle my hands in his wet hair, kissing him deeply as he eats my cries with his lips, fucking me deep until I shake around him.

“Dante!” I scream, my orgasm making me convulse around him.

He growls and fucks me faster, his cock hitting that delicious spot in me over and over again.

He hits it until his body starts to shake, until I come around him again, with him this time. Even after we shudder through the remaining waves, he holds me tightly, his cock still hard inside me.

“I love you, Esmeralda Moreno,” he says, and I practically swoon.

“And I love you,” I whisper against his lips, kissing him once more as time stops and holds us in this blissful, beautiful moment.

8

Esmeralda

We wokeup just before dawn.

It’s still dark outside, and we maybe got three hours of sleep total after we spent most of our night savoring each other. My body is blissfully sore, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We dress, and Dante packs a bag, our flight leaving in two hours. Sergio and his men are staying behind to ensure the move to San Francisco goes smoothly.

We’re just about to leave Dante’s bedroom when Sergio walks in, worry etched over his usual cool and calm face.

“What’s the problem?” Dante says, tension in the air.

“Rowen is gone,” is all Sergio says, and Dante immediately flies out of the room and toward the cellar, Sergio and I trailing behind him.

We run down the winding stairs and stop at the part of the cellar where Dante usually keeps his detainees. Chains are broken and hanging from the bricks. Dante curses at the sight of this.

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