Page 79 of Bound in Promise
DANTE
From the moment I met Victoria, I should’ve known that nothing would go the way I planned. After heading to the States to be with my brother, getting the teaching job… finding her in my classroom without an invitation…
Leaving Italy has gotten me nothing but trouble.
And she’s trouble with a capital T.
I should’ve gotten on the next flight back to Italy the moment I laid eyes on her.
But Portofino doesn’t feel like anything but a distant memory. Victoria was always unexpected, but she became something precious, and I’ve never been known for my adaptability.
The reality of the situation is that I’m not ready for what comes next.
I have to make sure that Angelo’s mob is truly destroyed, with no hope of some go-getter goon revitalizing the organization in pursuit of vengeance. It’s why Enzo stayed to talk things over with me at the hotel. Why I walked away when it was clear she wouldn’t be opening the bathroom door any time soon. I thought I could leave Victoria unsupervised while my friend and I plotted. But when I didn’t hear her moving around in there once Enzo and I were done hashing out our next steps, I knew something was off.
I kicked the damn door off its hinges to get to her.
Now I have her and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. Victoria is straddling my hips, glowering at me with clear annoyance in her sweet blue eyes, and I’m fucking hooked. Her dark curls frame her face as she prattles on about how she’s not going listen to me. How I can’t boss her around. How I’m throwing her away like a cheap whore, as if she means nothing to me.
She can talk all the shit she wants. None of it matters, not when I have her in my hands and I can practically smell her need for me.
But the moment she mentions my nephew? All bets are off.
Fuck that useless bastard.
Time to set my bratty bride straight.
“Guess I have no choice but to fuck the memory of him right out of you,” I muse.
“You can’t be serious,” she protests. “I don’t want you.”
“No?” I shift my hold of her, slipping one finger through her slick folds until I find the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, I press one finger inside. I feel her muscles tense and I growl, thinking she’s trying to flee my touch. But my growl softens into a satisfied rumble once I realize she’s only shifting to give me better access. To get me right where she wants me, my hand perfectly cupping her wet heat. “That’s a good girl, princess.” I add a second finger, pleased to feel her pussy clamping around me. “Let me make you come.”
Her plush lips part in a tempting pout, but Victoria quickly schools her features. I know my girl, know she’s going to do her best to keep her expression uninterested and her temper at the forefront of her mind.
She’s going to fail.
The attraction between us is too strong for either of us to fight. I may want a better life for her, but I’m not immune to the way she looks at me with a hunger for the pleasure only I can give her and the innocent need to belong to someone.
To belong to me.
I called myself a dumbass more than once as I tracked her fucking phone to find her tonight.
It wasn’t hard.
The woman underestimated me if she truly thought she’d be able to get away. It’s practically insulting. Obviously she had plans of her own and wasn’t thinking clearly.
Neither am I.
“Dante, please…” My name is a breathy whisper on her lips. A plea for mercy, for me to give her what she wants.
I’m not sure, in this moment, whether she wants her orgasm or to be left to pursue life on her own terms more.
Lucky for me, I’m a fucking bastard and I’m more than willing to press my advantage to better understand how to handle the firecracker of a woman in my arms.
“What do you plan on doing, princess?” I ask, genuinely curious. Could it be that she has a few surprises in store, that she has a better plan than the one I’ve made?
“Get a job and—” She exhales, clenching onto my shoulders for dear life as I pump my hand in and out of her in a punishingly slow rhythm. “Get a job and go back to class next semester.”
