Page 78 of The Proposal

“She was killed in a car accident. It almost broke Papa. He was never the same after that.”

“Oh, Dante. I’m so sorry,” she says, stroking her hand down my face.

“Can we not talk about this now?”Or ever.

I was young when she died, but I still carry that loss with me today. It changed everything, and it’s not a time in my life that I like to revisit.

I remember when Papa sat Alexander and me down andtold us Mamma wouldn’t be coming home. That day, all of our lives completely changed forever.

It was a freak accident along a stretch of country road. She’d been volunteering at the church bake sale in town. They think she swerved to miss a kangaroo on the drive home, which resulted in her losing control of the vehicle and ploughing into a tree.

Pushing all those thoughts from my mind, I focus on my beautiful naked wife, who’s currently lying on top of me.

I drag her body further up, so I can reach her mouth. “Straddle my lap,” I command, sliding my hands behind each of her knees and guiding her into position.

We’ve never fucked with her on top before, another first for us, and I’m looking forward to watching those perfect tits of hers jiggle as she bounces up and down on my cock.

She leans in to press a soft kiss on her name tattooed across my chest, and I feel my lips curve up at the corners. I like that she did that.

I hadn’t planned to get it originally, but after the incident at the club, I wanted to make sure there were no doubts.

Arabella needs to know I’m committed to this,to her. The women from my past are just that …the past. It’s crazy to think we are here, considering how things began, but she’smy futurenow.There is no denying that.

I want this to work. If what I’ve experienced thus far is going to be my life moving forward, then I’m all in. Any fool can see that we have the basis of something phenomenal in the making.

She pushes up onto her knees as I slide the crown of my dick through her slick heat. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s ripe and ready. The fact that she’s turned on by pleasing me has me wanting to beat on my chest like a caveman.

Once I’ve lined myself up, slipping the tip inside her tight pussy, I grasp her hips. “Sink down onto me,Bellezza.”

Her face tilts towards the ceiling, and a long, drawn-out moan falls from her parted lips as she takes my cock deep into her body. I don’t doubt that she’s stretched to the max; she’s tiny, and I’m … not, but she takes me without any sign of pain. That makes me smile because the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I hold her there for a moment, revelling in the contentment only she can bring. I stare deep into her eyes, searching for any hint, any flicker of understanding, that she might feel all things that I do.

“Dante,” she breathes as her hands move to my shoulders.

I can’t even explain the fear that gripped me when I heard her scream earlier today. I swore I’d never enter the backyard again after the shooting, but that thought didn’t even cross my mind when I grabbed my gun and raced out there. My only concern was her.

When she bucks her hips in an attempt to move, I loosen my hold. “Let me please you,” she says, not realising she already does that. Just having her here is something I never knew I needed.

She makes me want to do better …be better. It’s one of the pitfalls of my lifestyle. It irrevocably puts her in danger, which is something I have to constantly push from my mind. I’m too selfish to let her go; besides, she’s probably safer with me than her father. At least I care enough to have her best interests at heart.

I accepted my fate when I came into this life. There’s only one way out of the Cosa Nostra, but now, with threats lurking on the horizon, the cost of her safety is gnawing at me. She didn’t sign up for this.

“Arabella,” I whisper. My voice is barely a breath as her name slips from my lips when she raises her body slightly and sinks back down.

Her eyes meet mine as she rolls her hips, and the world seems to disappear, leaving only the soft beat of my heart andthe weight of everything unspoken between us. The way she’s looking at me now seems to give me the clarity I’ve been seeking.

She feels this too.

The tips of my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I tighten my hold on her, guiding her body. She bounces up and down on my cock, and my eyes zero in on her tits as they bounce right along with her.

Fuck me … this woman.

Raising my head off the pillow, I suck one of her taunt nipples into my mouth, dragging another moan from her sweet lips. I’m dying to let loose and pound into that tight pussy of hers, but I’m holding back like I always do.

It’s becoming harder to rein in my body’s natural instincts. I’m used to being in control, so every fibre of my being aches to ramp things up, to take what I want, which is to fuck my wife into oblivion.

I hold strong for longer than I thought possible, but when I finally give in to my carnal desires, I roll us over, so I’m now on top. I slide my flattened palms behind each of her knees and push her legs towards her torso, opening her up wider in the process.

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