“You will tell me if I hurt you. Do you understand?”
“I will,” I breathe, “But I want you…the way I like you best. Rough.”
I can see Dante considering my words before he grabs my thighs and lifts. Hoisting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us toward the bed.
He nips at my collarbone, and I run my hand over his shaved head, letting my head fall back. His knee dips down on the bed as he lays me back, crawling over top, nestling between my spread legs.
“Are you going to make love to me, Dante?” I taunt, feeling his fingers dig lightly into my hips as he presses his hard cock against my center.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I please. Don’t forget your place, Billy.”
My entire body comes alive, begging, desperate to be fucked. Even with a soft touch, his words are wielded like a threat. There’s no way this man could ever be fucking gentle. It’s not in his DNA.
He doesn’t answer in words; instead, he growls into my breast as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue.
“Dante,” I moan, writhing under him.
Dante sits up between my thighs, looking menacing, just how I like him.
“You’re gonna get fucked, Billy.”
My heads nods enthusiastically in response, every nerve ending standing at attention.
“Careful what you wish for.”
He stands, his massive body looming over me, as his words are spoken without a hint of negotiation.
“Roll over.”
I let out a tiny breath, swallowing, before I twist my body over slowly to lay flat on my stomach.
Silence surrounds us until I peek over my shoulder just as a strong hand slaps directly across my ass, leaving a delicious sting and heating me up.
“Fuck. Thank you” I whisper into the comforter.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he warns, his voice filled with the gravel that makes him so fucking sexy. “Scoot to the edge, slowly. And press your clit against the bed as you do it.”
My entire body shudders as I drag myself down the bed, pressing my pelvis forward, feeling the friction. As my legs drop off the bed, I use my hands to push me down until my feet solidly touch the floor.
“Spread ’em.”
I take tiny steps out, my legs spreading wide, open for him to do whatever he wants to me.
“What’s your word?”
“Mercy.”
The word comes out in a rush as I feel his fingers push inside of my pussy, bucking me forward.
“Hold still,” he demands, pressing my lower back to the bed as he pumps his fingers inside of me, owning me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
My breath comes out in pants, my fingers gripping the blanket, bunching it into my palms from the sweet crime of seduction his fingers are committing.
I hear the zipper of his slacks open, and I close my eyes. Biting my lip, the sweet anticipation of him assails my pussy, making me wet. He presses against my entrance, teasing it, circling the head of his cock. It’s a welcomed torture. Pushing up to my tiptoes, I try and move backward to get closer, needing him inside me.
My wetness slicks the head of his cock as he pushes in the smallest measure, pulling back only to repeat the motion over and over.
“Beg for it,” he grits out cruelly, and I fucking melt.
“Fuck me.”
“Not enough,” he scolds, gripping my ass and squeezing the muscle hard.
“Fuck me. Destroy me. Ruin me,” I chant like a prayer.
His cock thrusts inside of me, halting my breath. Dante’s hand weaves through my hair, pulling my head back as his other digs into my hip bone, unleashing an onslaught of merciless fucking. Primitive, animalistic fucking.
Dante pounds into me from behind in full control of my body as I hold on, savoring the erotic scene with absolute pleasure.
His hard cock fills me to the hilt until my moans and gasp becomes screams, begging to come. Begging him not to stop.
The tingle starts in my toes, working its way up as I begin to feel every muscle in my body begin to tense and freeze, taking me into my bliss.
“Dante!” I thunder as I hear him groan, releasing inside me.
We’re frozen, connected to one another and unable to move as the rhythm of our panting beats against the silence of the room.
My fingers uncurl, feeling stiff from the blanket I gripped for dear life as my breathing slows. His fingers massage through my hair, and I rest my head on the bed.
I can’t speak as he lies over me, kissing my shoulders, still inside of me.
“Tell me.”
His voice is tender as he asks, still brushing my body with reverent kisses. Swallowing, I open my eyes and lick my lips.
“I’m more than okay, and I love you.”
His lips kiss the soft spot right behind my ear. “I love you isn’t enough because you’ll always be my everything, Mrs. Sovrano.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to devote ourselves to finding a new word because you’ll always be mine, too.”
One week later.
“SCUSAMI.” EXCUSE ME.
The tailor interrupts me and my brothers, holding up another fitted tuxedo shirt for me to try on. I’ve been here for an hour being fitted for my goddamn wedding tuxedo. The things I do for this woman.
I shrug off the previous shirt I’d tried but couldn’t button.
“You’re so swole,” Luca teases like the asshole he is.
“Who the fuck says that?” Dom chimes in as he adjusts his bow tie.
“Shut it, dick.” I laugh, rolling my eyes at Luca. “He’s just jealous because I can kick his ass… Need a reminder?”
Luca grumbles, undoing his collar. “Fucking monkey suits. I’ve never enjoyed them.”
I nod my agreement as our tailor, Sal, helps me into my shirt. I push my arm through the sleeve, but Sal stops, looking at me with concern. I pull my brows together, confused by his abrupt halt.
“Sal. Why are we stopping?” I ask over my shoulder.
“I apologize, signore. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
His old eyes drop down to where the nasty scar from my first and only gunshot wound mars my arm.
“It’s fine, old man. Your eyes are tired. That’s an old wound.” I frown, the memory flitting through my mind.
He laughs and continues to help me on with my shirt, and my brothers look at me solemnly, knowing that I didn’t just lose some skin and blood that day.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Sal coaxes, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“It’s a gunshot wound,” I answer, staring ahead as I fasten the buttons up my chest.
The surprise on his face is evident by his wide eyes. “I hope they paid for that, Mr. Sovrano. Who would be stupid enough to shoot you?”
My face grows serious at the thought.
“My late wife.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Excuse me for a moment,” the old man says softly as he walks away to answer a ringing phone.
Luca doubles over laughing, and Dom spreads his arms, smiling at me like I’m crazy.
“What?” I bark, turning toward them.
Dom throws a shiny black dress shoe in my direction. “You dumb fuck. You said my late wife.”
I lift my leg, dodging the loafer, and shrug. “And? She is fucking late—she was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago to approve these damn outfits. I don’t even know why she’s making us do this again. The first time was perfect.”
Luca shakes his head, still laughing. “You’ve been speaking Italian too much—you said it like she’s dead not tardy, dick.”
I look at him and then start to laugh a deep rumble, just as she walks through the door. My laughter doubles as the tailor gives Sarah a sad nod as she walks by. Sarah looks at me confused, and Luca almost falls off the bench he’s sitting on from laughing too hard.
“What’s so funny?” she questions with light in her eyes.
My lips slip between hers as I pull her close and kiss her deep.
Sarah pushes against my chest and breaks our kiss, smiling before she opens her eyes. “You look handsome.”
My hands travel down to her ass and squeeze. “You look edible. Let’s do the honeymoon right now.” I look over my shoulder at my brothers and grin. “Get out.”
She rolls her eyes and slaps at my chest. “Technically, we’re already married, so…” She shrugs.
My eyes lock with hers. “I’ll give you anything you want. Tomorrow, I’ll stand up in that damn church and give you the wedding you’ve always dreamed of. Then I’m going to take you away and make sure I give you the one thing you’ve always deserved.”
“What’s that?” she questions sweetly.
“Your own family.” I wink, rubbing a hand over her stomach, watching the happiness explode on her face.
Christmas Day.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I snap as Dante tries to pull my hands from covering his face as I ride piggyback toward our new dining room.
The house was my Christmas present along with the first family dinner we had last night on Christmas Eve.
“Just a little closer. A little closer.” Dante tilts his head, trying to bite at my hand, and I giggle. “Okay, stop.”
I let my hands fall as he lowers me to the ground. The moment my feet hit the floor, I run out in front of him and spread my arms in a “ta-da” motion.
“What is this…what did you do, Billy?” he asks, taking in the twenty small white boxes all over the table.
I can barely hold back my excitement as I explain. “I was struggling to figure out what to get you for Christmas.”
Walking to the table, I start to open the lids. “And then it hit me. I know it isn’t your birthday, but…”
“Oh shit, Billy…”
Dante is grinning ear to ear as he takes a step forward, peeks inside one of the boxes, and sees white frosting with “Happy Birthday” written in delicious swoops.
“Are you happy?” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He stares down at me with so much love in his eyes that if I’m never any happier than I am in this moment, my life will be perfect.
“Happy isn’t enough to describe what I feel.” His thumb brushes my hair to tuck behind my ear and his eyes falter, “You’ve given me more than I deserve and more than a man like me has a right to ask for. But Billy…” Dante bows his head, closing his eyes and stands silent unable to finish his sentence.
The moment is too much for him because I give him the one thing he’s always needed. Unconditional love. Squeezing him tighter, I press a kiss onto his chest and step back.
“Which do you want to try first?”
Dante looks up at me, happiness on his face. He jabs a finger into the cake, scooping a chunk of frosting and holding it up to his mouth. But pauses, shifting his eyes down my body.
He takes his free hand and bunches the side of my dress pulling it up until my center is exposed and brings his cake-covered finger to my pussy, slathering it across my clit, grinning as he does it.
“I want to start here and work my way over your whole body with every fucking flavor, Billy.”
I’ve never been so excited to put out a book. This one was special for me. The entire process turned me upside down but in the end I truly believe it made me better. These two lived inside my head, fighting and loving non-stop. My fingers couldn’t type fast enough to keep up sometimes…not every book talks to you like that but this one sang. It was incredible and they will always be some of my faves.
There are so many people to thank for this. It takes a village to give life to a book!
To my Posse—There are no words I could use that would describe the appreciation I feel for you loyalty, your faith and your support. I am privileged you chose to be on this team and I love you all so much!
To my Arc Team—you keep it real and you keep it amazing…I’m always in awe of the way you write the most well thought out, creative, incredible thoughts about my words. Thank you for continually taking a chance on me! It means everything!
Jen, Social Butterfly, I’m only today days old…thank goodness for you. Let’s do this all over again, say a few months? There’s nobody I’d rather giggle with on the phone to!
Michelle and Annette, Book Nerd Services, you guys are everything. I live for my phone calls. I laugh way too much, and I love it. You two are my forevers. Don’t ever forget that. Thank you for always believing in me even when I don’t believe in myself.
Gretchen. You’re a trooper. Thanks for always being my alpha and being willing to read every book a thousand and four times.
Sandra, One Love Editing Services, seriously I have no words for you because you’re perfect. BEST EDITOR EVVVAAAHHHH. Also, you’re almost as funny as me.
Becky, Fairest Reviews Editing Services, you always have the best eyes. And you always, always go 110% above the mark. Thank you for such outstanding work!
Sarah P., All Encompassing Books, what would I do without your eagle eyes! Thank you for always putting up with my crazy pass my deadline ways!
Shannon, at Shanoff Designs, thank you for the gorgeous cover! I love it so much.
Stacey, Champagne Book Design, you’re always exquisite. My books are so gorgeous, always!
Sarah, Musings of the Modern Belle, your teasers are to die for and I’m so lucky to be able to snag you to do these amazing pieces of art for me!
Ofa! How did I get so lucky? You’re so creative and you blow my mind with every graphic you create.
Camila, Grazie! Hai davvero portato le parole all vita per me!
Every single damn blogger that held it down for me, I see you. I’m so grateful to you for taking a chance on me.
To my book friends, Brittany, Thuy, Alexandra, Kennedy and Tara: you guys keep me sane and always moving forward. I cherish my conversations about life, husbands, kids and books—you make this girl feel like her cup runneth over.
Cassandra. I’m so lucky and freaking grateful to the universe to have met you. I’m so happy we never had to pack up in the middle of the night…but ever there was a person I would do it with, it’s you. Love you, my friend!
Last but certainly never least my family! You guys are amazing and supportive and love me more than I could’ve dreamed to be loved.
Special shout-out to Anthony. Georgia. Hayes. Charlie. Without these four I wouldn’t have a purpose. I wouldn’t know how to love. It beats for them.
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Trilina decided, 3 years ago, that between making grilled cheese sandwiches and running carpool she was going to write saucy novels for readers to titillate and excite them. She hasn’t slowed down since!
Having always had a love of writing, even as a child, she would journal and typically change the ending of whatever she was writing to suit her daydream. A knack for storytelling has translated into a career.
She lives in California where she multitasks the roles of wifey, mama and author. She hopes you enjoy her words and keep coming back for more!
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