Page 106 of Depraved

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.