Only One Night: A Fusion Universe Novel

by Dani Rene

  “Wow,” she says. “That’s quite a story. Are you the only child?”

  “Of course. The world couldn’t handle two of me, sweetheart,” I tease, attempting to lighten the mood.

  “Oh, I don’t disagree with you there,” Elisabet says with a playful wink. “Are you ready for dessert?” she asks then.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to ask that all night.” I push my chair out and grab the plates, helping her clear off the table. My plan to devour her on that table will certainly work. She grabs the tray with the muffins, and I wait as she takes them out and sets them on a plate. They look delicious.

  “Do you want to grab another bottle of wine from the fridge?”

  “Sure.” I nod and head to the fridge. Finding the white wine, I grab the whipped cream as well and shut the door. I don’t go toward her; instead, I make my way to the table and set the bottles down. When Elisabet joins me, I still her after she sets down the muffins and turn her toward me. Cupping her face in my hands, I plant a kiss on her lips before I tell her, “Get those clothes off because I am most certainly going to get you messy.”

  “Are you serious?” She looks up at me with a shocked expression.

  “Oh, I’m deadly serious, sweetheart,” I tell her and step back. Settling in the chair, I grab my wine glass and sip it. My eyes are on her, and my cock is throbbing at the thought of eating her sweet pussy on this dinner table.

  Slowly, she wiggles out of the skirt. Her gaze is on me as she twirls around, teasing me as she tugs her top up and over her head. Soon, she’s only in her bra and panties because she slips off her shoes and sets them aside.

  “Everything.” My voice is a low, husky growl, and I notice her shiver. She unclasps her bra and allows the straps to slip over her shoulders and taunts me even more, covering her tits with her arm as the black material falls to the floor.

  Turning her back to me, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and scoots them down her thighs, offering me a view of her plump, sexy ass that makes my cock jump against my zipper.

  Once her panties are discarded, I pat the table and tell her, “Up here, sweetheart.” I scoot back a little farther to give her space, and my mouth waters as she sidles her way over and gets onto the table. She’s facing me, her legs hanging over the edge, and I pull my chair in.

  “Now, this is how I like to eat,” I tell her and push her thighs apart. “You may want to hold on.” The warning is clear, and I hope she knows I’m not stopping until she’s delirious.

  Elisabet leans back on her elbows. She watches me as I grab a muffin and squeeze it out of the little paper cup. The icing is sticky-sweet, and I coat her from belly button to mound with chocolatey goodness. Then I grab the whipped cream, giving it a shake before I squirt a long pathway all the way to where I know her clit is hiding.

  “Time for dessert.”

  Chapter 18

  Elisabet

  Rome’s eyes lock on mine as his mouth teases over my body. His tongue darts out, licking the sweetness from me, and he does as he promised. He devours me along with the treats I made for dessert. He doesn’t relent until his mouth reaches my pussy, and he’s sucking my clit along with the cream, making my toes curl, and my moan fall easily from my mouth.

  “Fuck, Rome,” I whimper when he dips his fingers inside me easily. He doesn’t stop at two — he adds a third, spreading me open, and then he squirts more cream all over my pussy lips and continues licking and sucking until I’m sticky from both the dessert and my arousal.

  He chuckles when I cry out loud. But he doesn’t stop. I’m shaking, my legs trembling as his lips suck my clit, his teeth grazing along the hardened nub. My back arches as I moan out his name over and over again, calling out to God. My body convulses, and Rome adds a fourth finger as he fucks me deep and fast. I’ve never been so used before, and I can’t stop my ass lifting off the table as I ride his face while he fucks me with four fingers deep.

  Suddenly, he presses against that spot, which has me squealing. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my nails claw at the smooth wood beneath me, but I can’t find purchase. I scream as Rome’s teeth bite down on my clit. The sound bounces off the walls as I call out to the heavens, and for the first time in my life, I squirt all over Rome, the table, and his hand, which he slowly slips from me.

  He rises, his hands holding onto my thighs as he leans in close to me. His mouth inches from mine. “You’re delicious,” Rome tells me, then allows me to taste myself as he kisses me deeply, his tongue dipping into my mouth and tangling with mine.

  His cock is hard against my sensitive core, and as much as I think I need a moment to compose myself, his kiss turns me inside out with need. I roll my hips, lifting to taunt him with my body.

  “My sweet girl, ready for more?” he asks, arching a dark brow with mischief dancing in his eyes.

  “Fuck me, Rome. Make me forget everything,” I tell him. Even though he doesn’t know what I want to forget, I know he won’t deny me. I’m right, because I hear the hiss of his zipper, and his cock nudges my entrance within seconds of my plea.

  “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

  I nod. “Please.”

  He thrusts deep, all the way to the hilt, hitting every part of me, sending me into orbit. He doesn’t wait for me to breathe because his hips start moving, back, and then slamming down as he fucks me on my dinner table. I’m sticky from the cream, but Rome doesn’t seem fazed. He tugs at his shirt, dropping it on the floor as his smooth, tanned, and chiseled chest falls against mine.

  My legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts me. His hands on my ass grip harshly, and the earlier swats come to mind. I smile. I can’t help it because I’ve never been spanked.

  His cock throbs inside me, and I snap my gaze to his. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and I hold on as he bounces me on his cock. Suddenly, the cold hits my back as he presses me against the table.

  “You’re a fucking exquisite creature,” he tells me in a low growl.

  “Rome, please, deeper,” I moan out loud, my nails digging into his shoulders as he takes me higher with every thrust. His cock hits my cervix. The pain and pleasure that shoots through me make every nerve in my body spark with electric need. The desire this man ignites inside me is breathtaking. This is why Rome scared me — because he’s not just a one-night stand. He’s all over me, inside, out, and in-between.

  Rome is all-consuming.

  Rome is stealing my breath along with all my feelings I’ve hidden for so long. I can no longer think straight. His hands cup my face, holding me forcefully, and I can’t look away. His eyes bore into mine. He looks right into me, right down to the darkest depths, where I hide my pain, my past, and my memories. Rome looks at all those twisted secrets, and he fucks me deep, hard, and furiously, as if he’s trying to exorcise them from me.

  “You’re . . .,” I mumble, but I can’t find the words.

  The corner of his mouth kicks up. His body moves with mine. He doesn’t stop, not even allowing me to clear my mind. He’s looming over me, his cock thrusting inside, hitting my depths as his mouth crashes down on mine.

  The moment is intimate. His hips slam against mine. My nails dig into the flesh that’s exposed, ripping at him, clawing for more. My heels dig into his ass, wanting him even more. I want him to climb inside me.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out when his mouth latches onto my nipple, and his teeth bite down hard, tugging the bud until my clit sparks with pleasure.

  My body shakes and shudders under his, and I find my release, leaping over the edge into darkness. Moments later, Rome grunts, a groan vibrating through him into me as I feel him pulse, filling me with his seed.

  The room falls into silence. I can’t move because Rome has pinned me to the table. His body is slick against mine. My lungs try to pull in air, but they struggle. When I finally open my eyes, I look up at the man who’s torn me apart emotionally. His thumbs swipe at my cheeks, and I realize I’m crying.

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nbsp; “Did I hurt you?” he asks, panic rising in his voice. “I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean—”

  “Thank you,” I mumble through my sobs. I’m shaking; my lip wobbles. And the tears he swiped away come faster. He watches me, holding me as if I’m the fragile figurine I thought about earlier, and he allows my emotions to get the better of me.

  I cry. He pulls me into his lap, lifting me off the table, and he settles on the sofa. I don’t move, but curl into a ball in his arms, and allow myself to expunge the past I’ve been holding onto for so long.

  And even in my sadness, he holds me. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t say a word, he just keeps me warm, and I revel in it for as long as I can. I know I’m going to have to explain why I’m losing it, but right now, all I want is just to feel safe.

  And I’m thankful that the man who just broke me with his cock is the one holding my pieces together. I don’t know how long we sit there, but when I finally lift my teary gaze, Rome is still looking at me.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “There is never a time you should apologize to me. If I hurt you—”

  “You made me feel. It hurt, but not the way you think. I’ve been holding onto so much, but you helped me through it. I can’t even explain it because you’ll think I’m crazy.”

  He smiles. “How about we get washed up, get into bed, and we can talk in the morning?” I nod slowly, offering him a weak smile. Perhaps he’s right. I need some rest, and we can tackle this when I’m not an emotional mess.

  Chapter 19

  Rome

  I roll over to find myself alone in bed. It’s still dark, so that means the day hasn’t started. At least for me. Normally, I’m up at five heading to the gym, but today I want to spend it with Elisabet. Something happened between us last night, something pivotal, and she’s going to need to confess what’s bothering her.

  She has to know that I’ll be by her side no matter what. That reminds me, I asked Dom to find out more about her. To dig into the past and see what she’s hiding, but if she can just tell me, I won’t have to resort to doing underhanded shit.

  I’m an asshole at times, I won't deny it, and having my best friend look into her isn’t something I’m proud of, but after what I’ve been through, I can’t trust anyone. Not even a beautiful woman who seems to have burrowed herself inside me.

  Pushing off the bed, I make my way through the room, down the hall, and step into the living room. Though it’s still dark, there’s a sliver of light coming through the windows from outside. The illumination silhouettes Elisabet, and I stop for a moment to watch her.

  Even in the dark, she looks beautiful. I watch her sitting on the chair, her legs pulled up. The glass in her hand glints in the spark of light from the outside balcony. Her hair, tangled in a messy bun, sits on top of her head with tendrils of cocoa draped down, framing her delicate neck.

  The secrets she hides are slowly tearing us apart. I want more, and she keeps pushing me away. I know Elisabet is strong, she’s no pushover, but seeing her like that tonight was alarming.

  Fragile.

  But even so, she is everything I want to keep beside me for a long time. A fierce protectiveness overtakes me, and I close the distance between us. Even as the crescent moon glares at us from an inky sky, offering a sliver of illumination, I see her clearly.

  “Are you okay?” I ask as I make my way toward her. She doesn’t turn to look at me. Her focus is on the outside world, and I want nothing more than to delve into her mind and see what she’s hiding. She’s a mystery to me, but I wouldn’t mind uncovering just what lies under the surface.

  “I am,” she finally responds. Lifting her glass, she sips the alcohol, and then gestures her glass toward me, offering it to me. I take it, swallow a mouthful, and hand it back to her. I stand beside the chair, looking out over the city view, noticing all the small pinpricks of light that spark and glitter from the road, buildings, and just in the distance, from where I know the beach is.

  Maybe I should take her out there. I wonder if she’s ever been. But I don’t ask. I allow the silence to unravel my thoughts, untwining them, inch by inch until I’m left with more questions.

  “I’m sorry,” Elisabet finally speaks again. Her voice is a whispered welcome in the darkness. I don’t respond. I hope my quietness will force her to continue. And I’m right. “My father is a powerful man. He’s dangerous as well. When I turned eighteen, he wanted me to work with him, to sit alongside him, and he promised my hand in marriage to someone I didn’t love.”

  Every nerve in my body sparks with both rage and jealousy. She’s been given to a man to marry, and she has no say in the matter. That is wrong on so many levels, and as much as I would love to say something, to fight for her, I don’t. I wait it out because I have a feeling more is coming.

  “He didn’t love me either. And even though he’s not a good man, he allowed me to leave. He helped me actually.” Her words offer answers, some that I’ve been wondering for a while.

  My body is rigid, my blood hot with jealous rage. I’ve never been the jealous type. If a woman wants to move on with another man, I never give a shit. If a man looked at any of the women I had on my arm, I would walk away, leaving her to enjoy her life. But with Elisabet, it’s different. I can’t explain why, and I can’t even describe the need to protect her, because she doesn’t come across as fragile. That is, until last night when she broke down.

  “He had offered to help me, giving me the money to buy the shop with. IT was a gift. He told me if I wanted a life without him, it was my choice, but I had my father to answer to. It was meant to be a loan, nothing more. I’m not tied to him in any way; it’s just a friend helping another friend.” Even as she says it, I have a feeling there’s much more to the story.

  More silence drags between us, and I allow it to because I can’t speak. If I do, I’ll say something stupid. Something that will only make her angry or hurt her, so I stay quiet while fisting my hands at my sides. If she sees the motion, she doesn’t mention it.

  “He knows about you. He has men following me, making sure I don’t run off with his money. And as much as I hate him for it, I can’t blame him. He would never hurt me. At least, he’s always promised he wouldn’t. But I pushed you away because I didn’t want you to be in his line of sight, ever.”

  “I’m not afraid of some asshole who wants to rule over a woman in need, Elisabet. If he comes at me, let him. I have my own contacts who can help me, and if you need something in future, you come to me,” I tell her, dropping to my knees beside the chair she’s still curled up on.

  “Rome, you’re—”

  “Listen to me,” I interrupt her, “I’m not some one-night stand you can hide in the closet anymore. You made the choice to be here, and I’m not letting you go. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a stubborn bastard.”

  This makes her giggle. “I noticed.” She nods her head and smiles at me, which calms me somewhat.

  “Are you some Mafia princess or something, Elisabet?” I finally ask. The question has her snapping her gaze to me, her eyes wide with shock, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. My worst fears have been realized.

  She stills. Her body going rigid, and even as I watch her war with herself as she tries to hide the truth from me, I know I’m right. I have to be because she’s not answering me. Why else would she go quiet?

  “No.” Elisabet turns away when she says this, and I wonder what else it could mean. She’s silent for a long while, before turning that gentle gaze back on me. “I’m not, but the man I was promised to is a Mafia boss. He’s . . . he’s well known in the underground as ruthless and violent, but he’s never done anything to me to make me believe the rumors.”

  “Are they rumors?” I challenge. This time, her expression changes into one creased with fear. She doesn’t believe her lie, and neither do I. “Elisabet, if you’re in danger being here, I need to know.”

  “Why? So you can play the hero, Rome?” Her
gaze burns with fire and frustration, but she doesn’t move away from me like I thought she would. Surely, she can see how I feel about her. This whirlwind has turned me inside out, and I don’t know how else to be around her. I want to be her hero, but I also want to be someone who allows her to be independent, because if I don’t, I’ll lose her.

  “I’m nobody’s hero,” I tell her honestly, as I recall the moment that changed my life. When I decided never to love someone again, I knew I wasn’t a man who could save anyone, least of all those close to me.

  “I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the window. There’s a serenity to her expression, as if all the fight has gone. “I spent my life around men who thought they were good, who believed that they were the be-all and end-all. But all they did was instill fear in those around them.”

  “Your father?”

  She nods. “Yes, exactly like my father. He allowed me to work on my trivial plans for a bakery, and when it turned a profit, he realized that he couldn’t rule over me anymore. His best friend is a dangerous man, a Capo in all sense of the word. They made a deal to arrange a marriage to one of their rivals, wanting to join forces to be stronger, to rule more of the country.”

  “But you ran?”

  “No, I went to Marco, and I talked to him. I found him to be rather charming. He allowed me to state my case. Thankfully, he understood, and he wasn’t interested in me anyway.”

  “Why are you telling me this now?” The question hangs between us. My gaze is locked on Elisabet as she purses her lips, then takes the last sip of her wine before she turns to me.

  “Because I was stupid enough to think I could hide from you, but the more time I spend with you, I realize that lies and secrets have a way of coming out.”