Page 71 of The Proposal

I use my knee to spread her legs wider as I reach for the buckle of my belt. “Don’t move,” I warn.

My gaze flickers down to that round fucking arse of hers, and pre-cum leaks from my dick as I take a second to palm her cheeks in my hands. I’m going to fuck this arse one day.

“I’m not sure if I can do this right now, Dante … I’m too angry.”

“Let me fuck all that anger out of you,Ragazza dolce(Sweet girl). An orgasm can do wonders for one’s mood.”

“You just gave me one, and it may have taken the edge off, but I’m still feeling stabby.”

I bark out a laugh. “You were pretty upset out there, but I’m confident the next one will do the trick.”

As soon as I’ve freed my cock from its confines, I slide her underwear aside and stroke myself as I line up with her opening.

“Bellezza,” I groan as I slip the tip inside. She’s so fucking snug.

“Dante,” she whimpers as I roll my hips, burying myself balls deep inside her paradise. I’ve never taken her from behind before, and every position with her seems to take things to another level. I can’t wait until I no longer have to hold back.

I give her a moment to adjust to the intrusion as one hand moves to her hip, and the other fists in her hair, tugging slightly.

Her eyes narrow at me through the mirror. “Ouch, what was that for?”

“You just went all boss woman and threatened to slice someone’s throat, which was so damn sexy, by the way. Don’t go all soft on me now, Mrs Mancini.”

The heat on her face intensifies. “I didn’t like the way she was looking at you. I want her gone from this club and your life, Dante.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Arabella. I haven’t been interested in her in a very long time. I only have eyes for one woman, and that’s you.”

I draw my hips back and thrust back in as I speak, watching her eyes roll back in her head as I do.

My hand slips from her hip, broaching the elastic of her underwear so I can stimulate her clit as I continue to pound into her luscious body over and over again.

“Open your eyes, Arabella,” I command when her eyelids flutter close. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” I grin into the mirror when her heated eyes spring open. “Bellezza,” I growl as my balls draw up. I need her to come again before Iblow my load. “I need you to …” My words morph into a long, drawn-out groan when her pussy starts to contract around my cock. “Araabelllla. Jesus, fuck.”

I seat myself deep inside her, and my movements become jerky as her spasms milk my cock. I know for a fact she’s not on birth control, and I’ve never used protection with her. Does that frighten me? Not in the slightest. I’m in this for the long haul, so naturally, I’d love to start a family with her one day.

Chapter 16

Arabella

When we arrived at the tattoo parlour without an appointment, I saw firsthand the power my husband commands. With a simple nod and a few quiet words, the artist immediately cleared his schedule and ensured we were taken care of.

When Dante added,“We’re both getting inked, and I want my wife in the same room as me. I’m not comfortable with her being alone with another man,”the staff sprang into action and began shifting the furniture around to accommodate him. They didn’t even seem perturbed by his request. It was like they were honoured to have him in their presence.

With some manoeuvring, they managed to fit two beds into one of the rooms, so my husband and I are currently side by side, with me on my front and him on his back.

“Are you okay,Bellezza?” Dante asks, reaching out to grasp my hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

I screw up my face because the butterflies have kicked in now. “Is this going to hurt?”

The question slips out before I can stop it. I’m not having second thoughts; I want to do this, but a needle repeatedly puncturing my skin doesn’t sound like something I’d enjoy.

I no longer have the liquid courage to see me through. The shots I had at the club had already worn off by the time we left. Our little session in the bathroom seemed to straighten me up pretty quickly.

As we crossed the main floor when we were leaving, it felt like everyone’s eyes were on us. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as if they knew exactly what was happening upstairs in the VIP room, even though they probably had no idea. Luckily, Bianca was nowhere in sight.

I’m still mad, but I’m struggling to wrap my head around the way I threatened to cut that woman’s throat. I don’t know if it was the alcohol in my system or just pure jealousy taking over. I know Dante has a history—I don’t doubt there’s a plenitude of women just like her lurking in the shadows—but meeting one of them in person cut deeper than I ever expected.

“He’s only applying the stencil right now, but it will hurt a bit once he starts inking you. You can handle it, though. You’ve survived worse.”

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