Page 39 of Sin and Seduction

“We need to talk about Gabriela and James,” I say, and I feel his body tense up behind me.

“There is no GabrielaandJames,” he says darkly, and I turn in his lap to face him.

“There is, Dante. Whether you like it or not, there is. She is pregnant with his child, and as far as your ties with Diego Flores, he’s innocent and an ally at this point. I’ve spoken to your mother about everything,” I say, and his eyebrow raises.

“Have you now?” he says, setting the washcloth down.

“I have. After my husband decided to scream at me in front of our families, she came to talk to me like a civilized person,” I say with a frown, and his face looks hurt.

“I overreacted. I’m sorry. I’ve been talking with Paolo, and we have plans to set in motion. The news with Gabriela just…shocked me. It’s just another hurdle to cross,” he says distantly.

“You called her a whore, Dante. Your own sister. She didn’t plan on getting abducted, nonetheless pregnant. Just like I didn’t plan on being held hostage and then getting married,” I say, hoping it put things in perspective for him.

He takes in my words and sits silently for a few moments, holding my gaze before he sighs and rubs at his forehead, his dark hair wet and tousled.

“You owe her an apology, Dante. Big time,” I say sternly, and he nods slowly.

“I know I do. And I will apologize, but I have to apologize to my wife first,” he says, his dark eyes landing on my breasts, making my nipples pucker in the water.

“Come here, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am,” he says and pulls me so that I am now straddling his waist in the tub, my pussy rubbing against the head of his cock.

He grabs the back of my head, his large fingers getting lost in the wet mass of my hair. He brings my lips to his and kisses me softly at first, before claiming my mouth with his and kissing me like a man possessed. I revel in it; I get lost and melt in it. I can never imagine being without this man, no matter how fucked up our lives may be. He is my salvation and my peace, even when he’s raising hell. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pulls my head back and stretches my neck, holding me firmly in place so that his lips can travel down my throat, licking and biting the entire way. I shiver in his arms, my hips wiggling on his cock, and he moans deep in response. I press down further, the head of his sex slowly pushing into mine. As soon as his mouth reaches my nipple and sucks it inside, his teeth lightly clamping around it, I press down and seat him fully to the hilt, both of us moaning in unison.

This is heaven. This is everything worth fighting for.

His hand stays firmly wrapped in my hair as his other hand locks around my waist, moving my hips so that I grind on him, my pussy sucking him in deep, greedy pulls. I cry out when he touches my cervix, my whole body shaking in response.

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear it,” he groans, and I grind down hard, pushing his cock all the way in as I grind my pussy around it, touching and stroking every wall and crevice of my core.

A few more circles, and I’m moaning his name over and over again, my hips sliding up and down as the water splashes around us. I feel my climax building, and I grip his shoulders with my fingers, staring down at him as his tongue lazily licks around my nipple.

“Say it again,” I gasp. “Tell me how sorry you are,” I say in between strokes, and he groans in response.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. So fucking sorry,” he huffs out, but it’s not good enough for me.

My hand snaps from his shoulder to wrap around his throat, my thumb pressing into his pulse as he stares at me with lust-filled eyes.

“You willneverspeak to me that way again, you hear me? Never,” I say as I ride him harder, my orgasm nearing the surface.

“Never, mi ciela. I swear it. I’m so fucking sorry,” he groans, and that’s all it takes before I crack open.

“Dante!” I cry out, coming all over his sex as it pushes relentlessly into my body.

He starts to shake violently, and before I know it, he’s growling loudly before coming inside me, his breath coming out in large pants as he rests his forehead between my breasts, breathing me in.

“I love you, Esmeralda Moreno,” he whispers, and I kiss his wet hair.

“And I love you, caveman,” I say, and his chuckle fills the bathroom.

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It is morning when we resurface downstairs in the family room. Marianne should be arriving shortly, and before she does, I told Dante he owes Gabriela a large apology with me present. All three of us sit quietly in the family room, Gabriela looking both tired and pale. There are dark circles under her eyes, and her cheeks are puffy from crying. If I could take a guess, her morning sickness has kept her up as well.

I hand her a glass of water and sit next to her as Dante sits awkwardly across from us. Apologies aren’t really his thing, but with me in his life now, he better get used to dishing them out like he dishes out his anger. We had a long conversation about swallowing pride as he battled his hangover this morning, which was also his fault. The man has a lot of groveling to do over the next few days.

“Dante,” I say sternly as the awkward silence starts to stretch.

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