It’s so hot when he says huskily, “Open your legs.”
It should feel wrong but it doesn’t and with a whimper, I open them and love the way he groans and rubs his cock harder. He growls, “Touch your breast, I want to see your pleasure.”
I roll my fingers around my nipple and feel my pussy throbbing with need. He is drawing out my pain into a delicious game. I want him to touch me so much and hearing his demands makes me feel like a fallen angel because it all feels so wrong, so forbidden and so wicked. I shouldn’t be pleasuring myself in front of a man, a real man, because this one has danger written all over him. His eyes flash as he commands me to do things no respectable girl would ever agree to, but I don’t want to be respectable. I want to be wild, free and dirty. I want to do everything those teachers, my grandmother, my parents would hate and I want to do them with him.
I get lost in the moment as I relish the sweetest revenge. I am naked and writhing on a bed being watched by a demon and it’s turning him on so much I can feel his lust like a tangible force. He is loving this and so am I and I moan with pleasure as I lose myself in deprivation.
Dante groans and I see him working his cock fast and hard, which only turns me on more. Then he growls and joins me, rubbing against me, making me gasp in pleasure. He places his palms either side of my head and makes me look into his eyes as he says huskily, “Last chance, do you want this?”
I feel a little shy all of a sudden and shiver a little as I nod shyly and whisper, “Yes.”
He almost looks emotional as he stares deep into my eyes as he enters me, slowly, carefully and deeply. I gasp as my walls part, allowing him access to a place no one has ever been before. It rips me apart and yet it’s not unbearable. The whole time we stare deep into each other’s eyes as we feel inside each other’s most private place and feel at home there. He whispers, “This is going to hurt, I’ll try not to let it last.”
He thrusts in deeper and I feel an explosion of pain deep inside and cry out, the tears running down my face like a broken dam. He doesn’t stop and just eases back and forth, grazing my walls and caressing the burn with his cock, and soon the pain subsides, leaving behind a delicious feeling of fulfillment.
“Better?”
I nod as he grins wickedly. “You’re a woman now, baby, and not just any woman, you’re my woman, can you handle what that means?”
As I look into those devil eyes and see the wickedness, the pain and the love, it makes my heart fill with so much love I want to cry. I made it. I’m where I belong and I’m more certain of that than anything and so I smile happily, “Can you?”
He crushes his lips to mine and the flame inside me burns brightly. I feel loved, desired and needed, and I love every part of it. As Dante fucks me hard, fast and deeply, I shatter on his cock for the second time and cry out when he pulls out and spills his hot cum all over my stomach and breasts, marking me, ruining me, claiming me.
We don’t clean up. We lie glued together in his own seed and I smell sex and new beginnings. His breath is fast against my ear and he whispers, “Are you on birth control because if you aren’t, we sort it today? I’m not letting even a condom come between us.”
My heart flutters as I hear the passion in his voice. It was ok, what just happened worked. I can do it; my body took over and drove away the fear. I’m a woman.
I don’t even feel embarrassed and say, “I’m not on the pill.”
He strokes my hair and his eyes shine. “Then unless you want a baby, we had better get that sorted, I may not be able to control myself next time.”
I giggle at the desire in his eyes and he groans, “I want to stay inside you forever but you must hurt inside. We need to take care of you.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. Take care of me. Nobody has ever taken care of me, and it feels good. A lone tear falls and I brush it away against his chest. This means so much he can’t possibly know. All the hatred of the past, the bullying, the loneliness and the pain. It doesn’t matter anymore because now I have him. I can’t give this up for all the money in the world and I think I made my decision the moment he told me about Luca and the friends. I’m not leaving, this is where I belong, if he’ll have me that is.
As I push him away, he looks a little surprised and I sit up, feeling the sticky cum roll down my chest and grin, “How long before we can do that again?”
The astonishment in his eyes makes me giggle and with a growl he pulls me back down and crushes his lips to mine. I kiss him back with a confidence he gave me and moan as I feel the throbbing in my pussy as it desires even more of the pain. How is this possible, it hurt yet I want more? I feel him harden against me and love the way his breath comes ragged and fast as he groans, “I could fuck you all day.”
“What’s stopping you?”
He laughs as he pulls me on top of him and I feel his cock rigid and stiff against me. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me down until he is impaled inside me and I scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He grips my wrists hard as I ride him like a pro, and I don’t even know where this has come from. It’s a natural instinct, my body is showing me the way and he is guiding me through. I love the feeling of control as I sit on top, grinding against him, and his groans of pleasure are music to my ears. Then he spins me around until we lay side by side and it hurts. I cry out as he moves inside me and he growls, “Give into the pain, own it, love it and let it in.”
It feels so dirty and wrong as he hurts me inside, but my body doesn’t seem to care. I feel a throbbing below that builds pleasure and gasp as he pulls out. The disappointment is too much as he says roughly, “Take my cock in your mouth and taste it. See what I took from you and taste what you gave me.
His words are so hot I can’t think straight as I bend my head and take his rigid cock in my mouth. It feels wrong and tastes of me and I should gag, but I don’t. I love it. I adore the dirty bastard and his wicked ways. I suck him dry and love the way he groans and thrusts into my mouth. I feel the pressure build as I sense he’s close and I don’t even care that he shoots his seed in my mouth and I gag a little as it drips down my throat, coating me inside, marking me, claiming me and making me his whore. I would do anything for him because he has ruined me for any other man.
Then he pushes me back and turns his attention to my swollen pussy. He returns the favor until I scream his name in agony and pleasure as he sucks me clean and takes me over the edge once again. As his nails dig into my ass, I cum so hard I think I see stars.
Pleasure and pain. Who knew it could feel so amazing?
Chapter 28
Dante
I am wild, possessed, and it’s all because of this woman who I always knew would be my match. Isabella Grey has taken to this like a seasoned professional because she has no fear. Like me, like my brothers, she has been shaped by her past and it’s given her the courage to move on and face life with a fuck off attitude that comes when no one gives a fuck about you. But they do, I do, and now she will have to deal with what that means. My love is not an easy cross to bear. I’m possessive and impatient, but when I love, I love deeply. I just hope she knows what she’s getting into, but then again, how can she? She’s been locked away in a sterile environment for three years and knows nothing of how this world is a dirty, tainted, yet beautiful place to exist.
I will show her every part of it, make her my queen, and we will raise our middle finger at life together and live it on our terms. Now I’ve found her it’s doubtful she will ever be free, but I will make it the best prison anyone has ever been locked in because she deserves the best.
She lies with her head on my chest and I wonder what she’s thinking. As I stroke her back, I love the way she shivers under my touch. Now I know how good finding love can be. It’s like a precious jewel that needs guarding fiercely. I will guard ours because I know the pain of loss and what it can do to you.
“Dante?”
Her voice purrs with satisfaction and I smile at
how sweet she sounds.
“Yes baby.”
“What happens now?”
“We carry on.”
She pulls away and looks up at me under those long lashes and frowns a little.
“What, like you said before, I take care of you and Luca as um, my job.”
Grinning wickedly, I love the uncertainty in her. She doesn’t know what this is. She thinks she’s my fuck toy and I laugh softly. “No, you’re no longer my employee. You’re more than that, baby. You’re mine. The thing is, I don’t think you realize what being mine means. You have one year to claim your inheritance and you have to honor that part of your grandmother’s will. You will live here, look after Luca—and me, and we will build a future together. Once the year is up, you have a choice. Either face the future alone, or with me beside you. We can work out the details later, but know you aren’t alone anymore. You have purpose and a family who will be the best protection you could ever wish for. If you choose to walk away, you will be subject to the attentions of every gold digger out there and have to deal with what your inheritance means for you.”
“You would let me go?”
Her voice is hurt and I smile inside. “If you wanted to leave, baby, I would be destroyed, but it’s not my choice, it’s just up to me to give you a reason to stay.”
“I want to stay.”
She grips me hard and I feel something shift inside me as I say sadly, “Now you do, it’s all new and exciting. When you discover what a bastard I am, how difficult this life is and how ruthless my family can be, you may decide otherwise. You see, being a Romano is where good and bad collide and create a force that’s hard to survive. It’s exciting and you will thrive on the danger, but it can rip your soul in two and leave you cold and empty inside.”
“At least I would feel something, I’m not sure I ever have in the past. You see, all my life I’ve tagged along after others, never really fitting in. Nobody ever wanted me, Isabella Grey. I was a shadow that drifted behind first my parents and then my peers. Nobody ever took the time to get to know me except Sloane, and even then I think I’m making that friendship into something more than it was. You know, she hardly calls and has never invited me to visit. I’m guessing she’s moved on already and now my life has changed in a fantastic way. If I leave, I will never know if people like me for who I am, or the money I can shower them with. I’m guessing the latter and I know what loneliness feels like and yet with you, I don’t feel lonely. I don’t feel on my own anymore and I kind of love your little boy like my own. I see myself in him and that breaks my heart because who wants that for another person? No, Dante, I made my decision already and when I leave, it’s with you both on either side of me.”
Her words give me hope, but I’m a realist and know it’s because this is fresh and exciting right now. One year in and she may feel differently and that’s what scares me the most. But I can’t think about that happening, so instead I kiss the top of her head and say firmly, “Let’s shower. Luca will be home soon and we need to spend some time with him. I’m keen to hear what happened with his first friend and then later we will pick up where we left off, I have more to teach you.”
I love the way she shivers with anticipation and laughing, I pull her from the bed. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy, and I know I made the right decision. We are good for each other and I pity the poor bastard who tries to come between us.
As soon as Luca returns, it’s all about him. He seems happy and as Isabella sits beside him while he eats some lunch, I draw my grandmother aside for an update.
“How was he?”
“It went well. At first he appeared shy and Elliott, my friend’s grandson, was a little loud, but Luca soon became interested when we took them to his playroom. It was interesting to see his reaction to the games Elliott wanted to play, and after a while he relaxed and started to show an interest. It’s still early days, but I think it worked.”
“I’ll arrange for some of the guard’s kids to come over. He needs to interact with boys his own age.”
Nonna smiles with approval. “I agree.”
We look over as Isabella ruffles Luca’s hair and he looks at her with a smile and my heart skips a beat. My family, how I love the thought of that. As usual nonna’s eyes miss nothing and she says thoughtfully, “Isabella seems happy, come to think of it, so do you, does this mean?”
She looks at me sharply and I roll my eyes. “Think what you like, Isabella is good for Luca and good for me. If you’re surprised, I’m surprised because I thought that was obvious. She was always perfect; you knew that, and I’m not letting her go now.”
“Are you sure about that, Dante?”
“Yes.”
I glare at her and she shakes her head, lowering her voice.
“Don’t be a fool and open your eyes. She’s fresh out of school and by the sounds of it, has had it hard. She knows nothing about life and thinks this is normal. What happens when she sees first-hand how abnormal living here really is? What happens when you have a bad day and take it out on her because you will, Dante, not with your fists but with your sharp tongue and cruel words. You can damage a person who is weak to our ways and drive them to despair. Think about your mother. She couldn’t stand the torture being with a Romano brings. Riley is made of harder stuff and god knows she needs to be with Lucian walking beside her. I’m not so sure Isabella is made the same way and you could ruin the girl and yourself and your son’s life by trying to form an instant family. Back off and let things happen naturally. Don’t put pressure on the girl because I don’t think she can take it.”
“Enough, Nonna. Don’t you think I’ve thought about that? You don’t think I’ve seen the results that living here brings. I lost my mother because my father was a bastard. We all are but I have one important thing he doesn’t, I have a desire to make things work between us and not just on my terms. I have learned from his mistake and will do everything possible to make it happen, so save your lecture. I’m all grown up now and capable of making my own decisions and if you, or Lucian, have a problem with that then deal with it and keep it to yourself because Isabella stays, end of subject.”
Chapter 29
Isabella
Six months later
I can’t believe it’s been six months already. Thinking back on when I came here, it seems a lifetime ago. I was a different girl back then. I’ve grown up—a lot, and it has everything to do with my new family. I love it here; I love them and can’t believe I nearly ran away from this chance at happiness.
I smile as Riley comes and sits beside me and laughs as she sees Luca playing chase with Jack, his new best friend. Jack is Sylvester’s son, one of Dante’s most trusted guards, and they are much the same age. They get on well and it’s lovely seeing him become a little boy with no worries. Yes, it’s not just me that’s come a long way since then, we both have. Come to think of it, we all have because Dante has also changed. He is more open, more loving and more approachable but as I look across at him sitting in a small circle with his brothers, watching the children play, I wonder. There’s something I can’t place, something wrong, and I don’t know what it is.
Riley sits on the grass beside me and laughs at the boys, and then she smiles. “Penny for your thoughts?”
I tear my gaze away from the group of brothers and shrug. “I was just thinking back to when I arrived, it’s very different now.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
Her huge diamond shines in the sunshine and I smile. “How’s married life?”
“Perfect.”
She casts a look at her husband who, to me, looks like evil personified. Even relaxing with his brothers, he scares me. He looks around like a predator most of the time, and something about him sets me on edge. Riley doesn’t seem concerned though and just fixes him with a loaded look that makes me wonder about them. They seem so intense, but happy. They are ever far apart from each other and yet he rarely speaks—to me, anyway. Riley, on the
other hand, is a chatterbox. She loves gossiping and laughing and has become a good friend but her husband, he is something else. Maybe he has to be to head up this family, but I don’t know how she does it.
“You know, Isabella, married life is amazing. It’s only been a couple of months, but I already know it was my destiny. Since the moment I met Lucian, I knew. He was rude, obnoxious and irritating and beat the shit out of me but you know what, I loved every minute of it. That told me he was the one for me, because he fed the dark part of my soul.”
I shiver as I see his eyes find hers across the lawn and see the desire reflected back at him in her eyes. She turns to me and says with interest, “What about you, are things still good between you and Dante?”
“Amazing.” A huge smile breaks out across my face but she must see the doubt in my eyes because she says with concern, “What is it, has something happened?”
“No, I mean, I don’t think so, it’s just…”
She stares at me with a kind expression and I sigh heavily. “It’s just that something’s not quite right.”
“In what way?” She looks concerned and I almost regret saying anything because it feels as if I’m being disloyal, but I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong with him.
Lowering my voice, I whisper, “When we’re together, everything’s amazing. I love him, Luca, and want for nothing more.”
“But...”
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