Page 70 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

“Ah, fuck! Dante,” I scream as I orgasm, my trembling turning into full-body shudders.

My knees buckle, and I’m about to collapse on the bed, lost in pleasure, but Dante holds me up and sinks his cock balls-deep.

“Don’t go anywhere. Stay right there and milk my cock, Addy,” he commands, holding me tight against him while I helplessly convulse around him.

His hand slips into my hair again, gripping tight. “I want to feel every squeeze. Every last twitch of your tight sweet cunt.”

It feels too much. Too intense. The way he goes completely still, watching me, taking in my orgasm while I shatter around him. This is the part of Dante that both excites and scares me. There’s something utterly irresistible about the way he hyperfocuses. It draws me like a moth every single time he does it.

When I’m completely spent, Dante releases his grip on my hair and then lets me go. I crumple onto the bed in a boneless heap. Dante leans over me, and I feel his warm breath on my neck as he whispers deliciously filthy things that make me tighten around his still-hard cock.

Within a few minutes, he has me aching and squirming for more just from his words alone. Then he pulls out of me, turns me onto my back, then smoothly enters me again. My back arches off the bed, and I gasp.

I’m sore from all the pounding I just took, but the sensation of his weight on me, the sight of him, the desire in his heavy-lidded eyes, his gorgeous face tight with pleasure, his big, ripped torso brushing over my tight nipples are enough to have me spreading my legs wide for him to take what he wants again.

However he wants it.

I’m so wet that he glides in easily. But instead of hard thrusts, he holds himself still inside me and then starts to kiss me softly. His tenderness is a sharp contrast with his earlier roughness, and it breaks me open.

I whimper softly as his lips trail over my cheekbones, my jaw, and my collarbone. And then he links our fingers together and puts his forehead to mine, his hair falling like a dark curtain around us. His gray eyes bore deep into mine, then slowly, ever so slowly, he starts to move, angling his cock so he’s hitting my G-spot with almost clinical precision.

I shiver in pleasure and something else. I’m completely bared to him, and it’s as if he’s taking everything I have to give. And then offering himself to me in return.

“Ah, Dante,” I moan, “I can’t.” I can’t lose myself in you.

He chuckles wickedly. “Yes, you can do it, tesoro. You already are.”

When my lids start to flutter closed, he tightens his hands around my fingers painfully, and my eyes fly open again.

“Addy,” he rasps.

“Hmm?”

“No more running. No more hiding under tables. Do you understand?”

My chest tightens. He’s stripping me. I’m scared of stepping into Dante’s world, but I can’t exactly run back to mine, which is even more terrifying. It’s like being trapped on a crumbling cliff.

Dante pauses mid-thrust and waits until I meet his scorching hot gaze. “Do you understand?”

I shake my head as my chest goes tight. “I—I’m afraid.”

“Then let’s make it easier for you. How about this: you’re mine. Body and soul.”

Oh shit. That’s supposed to be easier? “Only if you’re mine, too,” I reply.

Dante smiles. “Tesoro, I’ve always been yours.”

If my chest goes any tighter, I might start to choke. “Dante. I—” I whisper, completely lost for words.

“It’s settled then.” He goes to resume thrusting, but I stop him.

“Wait, what’s settled?”

He simply cocks an eyebrow. “If you ever run from me again, I’ll fucking find you and drag you all the way back here by your pretty hair.”

I must be sick because the image his words conjure makes my pussy tighten around his cock as a low whimper escapes me. Heat spreads across my cheeks, and my gaze flies to his, somehow hoping he didn’t notice my reaction to his fierce declaration.

Of course, I’m not that lucky. Smirking, he tuts as he rears up, then wraps my legs around his waist. “And here I was trying to make love to you, but you have to go and get all slutty on me.”

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