My hands tighten in his hair and I pull. He raises a brow at me, the stupid asshole has a smirk on his face. “Next time you hold a knife against me, I’ll kill you.”
That smirk of his widens but his eyes flash with something dark. “Yet another question. Tell me something Makenna, why do I get the feeling that killing me would come easy to you?”
I ignore the stupid question, my hand reaching between our bodies for his zipper. I pull it down and his cock springs free. “Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?” I breathe, needing him. He only has to touch me and my body is alight, it’s as though my blood is on fire as it runs through my veins.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmurs as he lifts off me. I watch as he strips down. His shirt comes off first and his muscles are tight, just as he probably is. Dante is a closed book, or so they say. He doesn’t show any emotion. Yet looking at my husband, I say they’re wrong, Dante’s lust is an emotion and I’m wondering what other emotions I can invoke.
My legs wrap around his waist as soon as he’s on top of me. The heels of my feet against his ass and I’d love nothing more than to reach down and touch it, in fact, there isn’t any part of him that I don’t want to touch. His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in and I’m lost. That’s all it takes from him, a kiss and I’m putty in his hands. I arch back when his finger enters me. His mouth still on mine, trailing his fingers along my body. His touch searing against my skin. It’s too much, he’s everywhere and yet, I don’t want him to move. My body starts to grind against his finger and I feel his smile against my lips, thankfully he doesn’t say anything.
My pleasure climbs and I’m grinding harder and harder against his hand. He tears his mouth away from me and I whimper, instantly missing the soul splitting kiss. “Give it to me, Kenna. Come for me.” I shatter at his words, my breathing coming out in pants as I try and come down from the intense orgasm.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt,” he murmurs. I should have prepared, but I was otherwise occupied. He slams his cock into me and pain tears me apart. I cry out and Dante stills inside of me. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He holds me until I get accustomed to having him inside of me. I wiggle beneath him, testing to see if it still hurts. He lets out a sharp hiss. “Fuck, Kenna, I’m barely hanging on, don’t do that again.”
Instead of wiggling, I grind down against him, my pussy contracting around his thick cock. “Are you going to stay there all day?” I drawl, my legs tighten around his waist, “Or are you going to fuck me?”
“Christ,” he growls but starts to move.
I’ve never known pleasure like it. Having Dante inside of me, filling me up, I feel something I never thought I’d feel. I feel like I’m home and that scares me. I push that thought out of my mind and focus on what’s happening between us. “More… Harder,” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I hold on.
“Makenna, I can’t, I’m barely holding on…”
“Dante, do you think I give a shit if you lose control?” My fingernails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts into me harder than before. “God. Oh, please, Dante. I need more.”
His mouth smashes against mine, and I know that he has finally released those reins he had. The kiss is hectic, hard, furious, and bruising. He continues thrusting into me and it’s painful but the pleasure I’m feeling far outweighs the pain. I’m clawing at him as I try to reach that peak once again. It doesn’t take long before that pleasure once again washes over me and I let go, screaming his name as my pussy spasms around his cock.
He thrusts, once. Twice. Three more times before he releases inside of me. “Fuck,” he bites out, his breathing labored. He pulls out of me and lifts me into his arms. “Shower time.”
“I can wash myself,” I tell him although there’s no heat in my words. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I ask once he sets me down on the counter in the bathroom.
He shakes his head. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy. You’ve gotten to me and I’m not sure I even want you there.”
I laugh, at least I’m not the only one that’s feeling this way. “You’re stuck with me, so deal with it.”
His eyes darken as his gaze sweeps across my naked body. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I smile, because I know exactly who Dante Bianchi is. The problem is, Dante has no clue as to who I am and that could be the biggest problem I’ve ever faced. “Shower time,” I tell him as he turns it on.
“You’re awake,” I say as I walk into Alessio’s room. I’m not sure where Romero is, I’d assume he’d have spent the evening in here with him. I’ve checked on Alessio every few hours and Romero wasn’t in here any of those times.
He’s frowning as he croaks, “I am. What the hell happened?”
I sigh as I walk over to him. “How much do you remember?” I lift up the blanket and check the bandage, there’s no blood, which is fucking great, it means the stitches haven’t busted.
His tongue darts out and he glances at me and then to the doorway, I know Dante’s just walked in. “You got married, then all hell broke loose, I got shot…” His eyes move to my arm, “You got shot.” I nod, he obviously knows what happened. “Then we came here and you were…” he glances down at my hand on his stomach, “and here I am.”
I smile, “You passed out, either from the pain or the blood loss, I’m not sure which. You’re fine, the bullet was taken out and it didn’t hit anything major. You’re all stitched up. The doc gave you antibiotics and a blood transfusion. You really shouldn’t move for a couple of days and even then, it shouldn’t be anything too strenuous.”
A hand clamps on my waist, “What she means is, no fucking around. Once the doc has cleared you, then you can get back to work.” Dante’s voice is hard.
Alessio groans but nods. “Do you need anything? Angela’s here, so if you’re hungry, just let her know. For as long as we’re here, she’s going to be here.” I turn, wanting to set some space between Dante and I. I know what’s coming and I’m not ready for it.
“Thank you,” he says and I nod.
I make my way toward my room and I smile when I see bags by the door. I arranged for Finn to get our things from the hotel and give them to Angela. At least this way, the men have some of their own things. I pick up the bag and walk into the bedroom, I instantly hear the door close behind me. Shit. Dante followed me.
“Okay, Makenna, I’ve had enough. It’s time for us to talk.”
I turn and face him, he’s staring at me intently. He really does want me to bear all to him; unload all of my secrets. The problem with that is, it’s giving him power. Power that I’ve never let anyone have before.
“Kenna, start talking.”
“What do you want me to say?”
He takes a step closer to me. “I want to know exactly who I fucking married. I’ve done a lot of research on you and yet, staring at you now, I know that I don’t have half the fucking info. So who the hell are you?”