Page 467 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Tommy shrugs. “Yeah, and when he came to my restaurant, I fucking threw a chair at him.”

I can’t even breathe right now because my body quakes with hysterics.

And it doesn’t stop there. The groups laughs and goads each other for hours.

They are one-hundred percent family first, business associates a far second.

They all have each others’ backs, no matter what.

A tight-knit group that I am thrilled to be part of.

A real family.

I haven’t felt as connected and so much a part of something since I lost my parents and Maks. It’s been a long time, and I’m going to cherish it forever.

Dante holds me tight against him as we toast again with bottles of Veuve Clicquot champagne.

I really do have everything I could ever want.

* * *

I let out a soft giggle as Dante’s lips assault the back of my neck. “I can’t get the key in the lock,” I murmur. “You’re distracting me.”

“You need to work on your focus so I can get you inside…and then I can get insideyou,” he whispers against my hair, his low voice full of wickedly delicious promise.

It is so damn hard to concentrate right now, with his demanding tongue trailing a path around my ear. I gasp, sliding in the key once more and doing an inward cheer once the lock beeps. I turn the door handle, drop everything in my hands, and wrap my arms around my fiancé. He gathers me in his arms and carries me outside to the balcony, letting me down in front of one of the day beds.

He reaches around my back and unzips my dress, then he slides the shoulder straps down so they fall to my wrists. The dress slips off easily, falling to my feet. Dante’s eyes take on a predatory look as they run over my almost-naked body. I swear I hear a growl rumble deep in his throat and a shiver runs through me, despite the heat.

Even at night, the temperatures out here are sweltering.

I take a step toward him and unbuckle his pants as his fingers reach behind me to unhook my bra.

“You know you made me the happiest guy on the planet tonight, right?” he murmurs, kicking off his pants once I finally get them to his ankles. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it behind him.

I look at his massive, stiff cock and grasp it, stroking it as I nod my head. “And I’m the happiest girl.”

“What the hell kind of fate is this, huh?” He reaches behind my head, fisting my hair and drawing me toward him.

“It’s twisted, that’s for sure,” I whisper with a soft giggle. “Just like we are, I guess.”

“Twisted and crazy and fucking hot,” he says, his lips lifting into his signature sexy grin. He gives my ass a smack, and I squeal before he tears my thong right from my body. “Sorry, I hope you didn’t love that pair,” he says with a chuckle.

I roll my eyes. “We’resome pair, huh?”

“And we’re gonna have some life,” he says, pulling me down onto the day bed. He straddles me from behind on his knees, reaching an arm around me as his cock presses into my pussy. He pulls me against his chest as he thrusts inside of me, his fingers flicking my clit.

“Dante…” I choke out, my breath hitching. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

His movements speed up, his dick sliding all the way out and then driving into me, sliding against my clit with every movement. His thick cock pulses and throbs deep inside of me and my quiet whimpers quickly morph into wails for release.

My gut clenches as I squeeze my muscles, pulling him deeper. A tingling sensation in my core shoots out to my limbs, deliciously numbing every cell in my fingers and toes as the orgasm tears through me. My head falls backward onto his chest and he clutches me tight as his movements speed up. His body trembles, slow at first until full-blown tremors make him tense up. A guttural roar erupts from his chest as he makes one final thrust inside of me.

We sit there for a minute, plastered against each other, panting, sweaty, and swimming around in our little bubble of erotic bliss.

I peek up at him after a few more seconds pass. “Thank you,” I say quietly.

He winks at me. “For that massive orgasm? You know you’re always welcome.”

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