Page 34 of The Devoted Husband

Dante lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face. As hard as his facial expression was, his voice was full of emotion when he said, “I’m not going to let anyone run you out of this city. If you want to stay here, I’ll take care of him.”

Sade tilted her head and kissed his palm. “Did you kill Willow? Are you going to kill him too?”

Dante smiled with the left side of his mouth. “Like I said in my text, you proved your loyalty to me, and I proved mine to you. Willow was taken care of, and he will be too. The less you know...the better.”

“Okay,” she almost whispered, nodding her agreement. “Thank you, Tay.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Still?”

“Always.”

Slowly, their mouths moved like magnets until they connected. Sweet pecks turned into a deep, passionate kiss that had Sade leaking between her thighs. Dante’s hand slid down her frame, squeezing her ass. She moaned into his mouth.

“We don’t have to do this,” he said against her lips breathlessly, “especially here.”

“Don’t stop,” she requested before reconnecting her lips with his.

Dante gently lowered her to the bed before covering her body with his. His hand slipped under her oversized T-shirt, and the moment his fingers grazed her leaking opening, she moaned. Much too much time had passed since the last time she’d felt his fingers on her or in her, and Sade feared it would overwhelm her.

“Mm . . . You’re already so wet. Did this pussy miss me?”

Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, Sade nodded. “Yes, babe.”

“I’m going to put my fingers inside of you, but you have to be quiet, okay?” The warning intensified her arousal. She nodded, gripping his shoulders, attempting to prepare, but nothing prepared her for the pleasure he provided. His hand covered her mouth as moans erupted, silencing her until she came.

Dante pulled the shirt over her frame as she pushed his boxers down. Their lips reconnected as she wrapped her legs around him. She whimpered as he stretched her, prompting him to say, “Shh...Be quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”

“Mhm,” she agreed, clawing at his back.

His strokes were slow, deep, long, and gentle—then hard. Her toes curled as he licked and sucked her nipples. It didn’t matter how hard she fought to remain quiet. The slow knock of the bed against the wall, combined with the sound of her wetness covering his shaft, filled the room. If anyone walked by, they’d surely hear, which only turned Sade on more...

Atlas

There wasn’t much Atlas regretted, but he did regret sending Dante that text from Sade’s phone. If he hadn’t, he would still be in her good graces. But because he wanted to speed up the process of their happily ever after, he decided to take matters into his own hands. His logic led him to believe that if Dante were upset over their relationship, he’d leave the city, and Sade would decide to keep the baby from him as she had initially planned. What hewasn’texpecting was for the two to reconcile.

As he watched them make love, tears filled his eyes. Exiting the app that was connected to the camera he’d planted in the guest room at her grandparents’ house, Atlas chuckled to release some frustration. He knew there was only one way to get rid of Dante, and that was through death.

Dante

Dante shook his head in amusement at the sight of Jones in a parked car across the street. He made his way over to speak with him. Though he didn’t like the idea of Jones following Sade, at least he wasn’t following him. That meant Dante could take care of Atlas and not have to worry about anyone being on his trail.

Jones got out of his car and leaned against the driver’s-side door. He lit a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and then crossed his ankles. Dante’s eyes focused on the lighter. It was the most unique one he’d ever seen. It was shaped like a dragon.

“I’ve been calling you,” Jones said. “Are you going to help me with Sade or not?”

“Not. Is it legal to follow someone in another city after a case has been closed against them?” Dante sucked his teeth, straightening his frame. “That has to be harassment, stalking, or something.”

“Do you think I give a damn about that? Sade killed two, maybe three, women. I’m not stopping until she’s behind bars. And since you won’t help me...Maybe I’ll make sure you end up there too.”

Closing the space between them, Dante lowered himself to Jones’s ear and told him, “Stay the fuck away from my wife. She’s no longer a suspect, and this isn’t Vanzette. If you keep on, I’m going to take matters into my own hands and forcibly remove you from wherever she is.”

“Did you just threaten me? I should end your life right now!”

“You could, but then you’d have to explain to your superiors why you were outside this house.”

Standing upright, Dante eyed Jones for a few seconds before walking away, tossing, “Leave, Jones,” over his shoulder in the process.

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