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27. Allegra

Chapter 27

Allegra

“ I need to tell you about the conversation I overheard so we can figure this shit out.”

My body stiffens at Dante’s words, heart pounding at the ominous feel blanketing the room. And despite being ecstatic that he has finally had a flashback, no matter how small, I can’t help the apprehension I feel. Things have just gotten real. And now it’s time to get to the bottom of why this has happened and who is behind it.

The tension in the room is thick. A thoughtful look flickers in Dante’s eyes as he looks between my brother and I. And though I want nothing more than to ask him what he saw, I get the feeling it’s not something Dante wants to say in front of Nico. So, I let it go. For now.

“Go on,” I prompt gently.

Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the dark strands.

“I want to preface this by saying, it could mean nothing. But then again it could mean everything.” He throws my brother a serious look then exhales a weary breath as if preparing himself. Dante clears his throat. “When I got home yesterday, I overheard…” he trails off, his guilt filled eyes connecting with mine. My pulse kicks up, throat tightening. I have a feeling I know who he overheard. I still hate that word. I should be the only woman that word refers to when it comes to this man. But I need to suck it up. Be strong, if we are ever going to get through what has happened and what I am sure is still to come. Throwing him a pointed look, I nod, silently telling him to continue. Dante straightens, blowing out a relieved breath. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard her voice coming from the bedroom. I was suspicious so I found myself climbing the stairs and standing outside the room. Caterina was talking to Benito, Vincenzo’s right hand. I know that much because she said his name. Obviously, I could only hear her side of the conversation but what I did hear was cryptic at most and enlightening at best. From what I can gather, she is in love with Benito, but her brother wants her pregnant.” I suck in the breath at the last part of his statement, my whole body turning to stone.

Pregnant?

No.

Does this mean he has been sleeping with her, his wife ?

I inwardly scream, heat prickling my veins, and I want to crawl out of my skin. I was so caught up in my happiness of Dante being alive, I have once again been blissfully na?ve. Though I should have known. I swallow.

Because of course he has. He is a man. A masculine, sexually virile man with needs. Oh God. I think I’m going to be sick. Did Dante unknowingly cheat on me?

Too caught up in my current mental breakdown at the thought of his betrayal, I don’t feel the warmth of his hands cupping my cheeks.

But then his voice breaks through my panic. Soft. Comforting.

“Allegra,” he calls my name with vehemence. Whatever he sees in my eyes, tells me he knows exactly where my thoughts have gone. He shakes his head. “No. I haven’t slept with her and not for her lack of trying. Because fuck, she is relentless, even going as far as to take advantage of me when I’m sleeping,” he adds, making my stomach sink.

Forcing a smile, I summon all the strength I have. If I can survive thinking Dante was dead, I can deal with this. “I’m sorry. It’s such a small problem in the grand scheme of things and yet, I can’t bear the thought of you with another woman.”

His lips tip up into a half smile. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips as if it’s instinct. Electricity surges through my body, lighting up every nerve ending. But then he freezes, leaving me confused. Dante pulls back, wide eyed, just as a throat clears. My brother. “Shit. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Jesus man. I don’t want to see you all over my sister,” Nico groans.

Laughing, I keep my gaze on the man I love. “It’s fine. I liked it,” I tell him honestly. “It’s been so long since,” my eyes flick to Nico before coming back to Dante. “Since your lips have been on mine,” I tell him shyly.

He runs a thumb across my bottom lip reverently, his gaze focused on the flesh, studying it. He looks mesmerized. His tongue darts out, flicking across his own bottom lip. Desire shoots through me, my stomach tightening. Though we never had sex, there were plenty of times he used that wicked tongue and mouth on me.

“Dante,” I say softly, breaking the spell, aware that my brother is witnessing our interaction.

He clears his throat, dropping his hands from my face. I feel bereft at the loss but understand why. We were having an intimate moment, and that’s something my brother has never seen.

Dante turns to Nico, determination flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know why all this has happened and to be honest, I’m still a little unsure about everything. But I believe you.” He looks at me. “Both of you.” Relief has my body relaxing. “A lot of my memories are gone, and I don’t know if I will ever get them back. But I’m willing to do anything to try. But before that happens, I want to find out why and how the Conti’s are involved in this and who is pulling the strings. We need to brainstorm together and hopefully we will come up with the answers. There is a reason someone wanted me gone. What those reasons are, I don’t know. But we will find out.” He finishes with pure grit lacing his voice.

Pure happiness surges inside me.

Though I was hopeful, I never dreamt in a million years after only two meetings, Dante would believe us. I thought it would take more time. I can only be grateful for the conversation he overheard. Unbeknownst to Caterina, it has definitely helped our cause.

“Where do yo-your w-wife and brother-in-law think you are?” I stutter out, my throat thick with jealousy.

Dante exhales, scrubbing a palm across his stubble. “I told Vincenzo, I was seeing a new specialist doctor for my head injuries. His reaction to that news was odd. From the moment I woke up, I have only seen one doctor – the one on Vincenzo’s payroll – and either at home or in his office. I never asked questions because I didn’t think I needed to. Until I met Allegra, and she called me by someone else's name.”

“ Your name,” I correct.

He smirks, continuing, “My name. I am still confused. Still have no recollection of my previous life apart from that one flashback just now. I don’t know what will happen next, but what I do know is I want answers.”

“And we will get them,” Nico rumbles, his eyes on me.

I know what he wants.

For me to tell Dante about Riccardo. But can I do that? Will it hinder any progress he has made? I don’t want to distress him. But he deserves to know the truth… I just don’t want to do it now. Not after he finally remembered something.

Grabbing his hand, I smile up at him. “Want me to tell you some more stories?”

Dante nods.

“Can you give us some privacy? I don’t think you will want to hear this.” I smirk at my brother.

He grimaces, running a hand through his dark hair before standing. “I need to make a call anyway. I will be in the bedroom.”

Nico leaves and I turn my attention to Dante who eyes me with a grin. “I take it this story is going to be more of the… sexual kind.”

My cheeks heat, voice breathy. “Yeah.”

Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me close, his lips dropping to my ear. “Go on then principessa . I’m all ears.”

It’s been several weeks of pure bliss with Dante. The only two grievances I have about our relationship is that we have to keep it secret, and that Dante won’t make love to me, no matter how much I beg. I understand where he is coming from, but it sucks all the same. I want all of him. Every single inch.

My bedroom door being pushed open startles me from the book I am reading. My head snaps up, heart jumping, eyes widening when I spot Dante stepping inside. He closes the door, clicking the lock into place. Dropping my book down, I swallow. It’s a Sunday afternoon, my whole family is somewhere around the house and Dante is in my bedroom. It’s not like him to be so reckless.

“What are you doing? If my papà catches you in my bedroom, he will kill you.”

Dante shrugs nonchalantly, stalking across my carpet until he is standing in front of where I sit on the big armchair. He stares down at me, the look of hunger in his eyes tightening my stomach.

Dropping to his haunches, he lifts the book I was reading, his eyes scanning over the words. What they are I don’t know. I just know that it’s another book of the smutty variety.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

The smirk curving his lips tells me he might be reading a particularly sexy scene. His brow raises, gaze lifting and locking on mine. “My Principessa really does love her porn books.”

My whole body heats. “Well, I have to live vicariously through them considering you won’t touch me,” I shoot back.

Dante drops the book before grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the armchair. My breath hitches in my throat. He fingers the hem of my shorts, his eyes locked on them as if they are the most interesting thing in the world.

“Does the little brat want me to show her exactly what eating her pussy will feel like, so she doesn’t have to live vicariously through a book?” he taunts.

Arousal leaks into my panties and I am so turned on my throat dries and I lose the ability to speak. I nod my head. “Words, Allegra.”

“Yes,” I moan. “But what about Nico? My papà?”

“Don’t worry about them. They are in a particularly heavy meeting. I don’t think they will be done for a while.”

“Okay,” I say slowly.

Dante smirks, gripping the waistband of my shorts and panties before pulling them down my legs and exposing me to him. He throws my clothing to the side, his eyes locked on the space between my thighs. I squirm in my seat. This is the furthest we have ever gone and the most exposed I have been. It seems kind of… obscene considering Dante is still fully dressed.

“Remove your tank,” he growls, not bothering to look at me.

I do as he asks, reaching for the hem and pulling it up and over my head. My chest heaves and I start to feel self-conscious as he stares at my most intimate parts. “Dante?”

He finally looks at me, the hunger in his dark orbs almost tangible. “Play with your tits, while I eat lunch. And however you think those fictional characters felt in that porn book of yours, I’m about to show you that I can make you feel a thousand times better in real life,” he growls, then smirks. “You will have to cover your mouth though, principessa. Don’t want you screaming down the house and your papà finding us like this.” He drops his head to my thighs.

My breath catches. I am so wet, I should probably be embarrassed. But from the way Dante rumbles appreciatively as he kisses up my thighs to my sex, I know he likes it.

“Dante,” I whimper almost incoherently as he swipes his tongue over my clit.

“Fuck principessa, your little virgin cunt is soaked. Did the porn book turn you on or is this all for me?”

“You,” I breathe.

“Good. I want all your arousal. All your orgasms. All. Of. You.”

“You have it. I am yours,” I vow.

With one finger, he probes my entrance, circling it a couple times before slowly pushing inside me. My back arches at the intrusion. It feels so good.

“Jesus Christ, principessa. You’re so tight. Before I even think about fucking you, I will have to spend a good amount of time stretching this pussy out, for you to take me.”

He pumps in and out of me and I lose all thought, the pleasure taking over, lighting up every nerve ending.

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see every part of you on display for me,” he rumbles, and I do as he demands, opening my legs as wide as they will go. “Good girl.” Satisfaction laces his tone, and a thrill runs through me at the praise.

Dante latches onto my clit, sucking me into his mouth and tonguing the sensitive bud. I gasp in sensation overload.

With his mouth on my clit, his finger in my pussy, it’s too much but not enough at the same time. Dante was right though. Of course he was. This is better than any book I have ever read. I never want it to end. In fact, I might see if I can find the dirtiest, filthiest sex book, and give it to Dante to read just so we can act out whatever is inside.

Dante adds another finger, stretching me wider. I throw my head back, my stomach tightening, legs trembling with my impending orgasm.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I whimper, lucid enough to not scream and draw the attention of Nico, or worse, my papà.

“That’s it, principessa. Come in my mouth. Show me what belongs to me.”

My legs clamp around his head on their own accord, and before I can even think about what is happening, my climax hits. My body tenses with my release, before I go limp against the cushions in contented bliss.

Dante just ate me out.

Dante just gave me an orgasm.

While he was fully dressed.

And where anyone could have caught us.

Still, I can’t bring myself to care. I am floating in orgasmic ecstasy.

That is until Dante nips at my thighs, dragging me out of my trance.

“Hmm, you taste like fucking heaven,” he growls, nipping at my flesh.

“Hmm,” I hum, unable to speak.

Dante chuckles, lifting his head. His gaze locks on mine as he sucks his fingers, the ones that were just inside me, into his mouth, making a show of licking my release from them.

“You know something, principessa?”

I shake my head.

He smirks, swiping a finger up my satisfied sensitive pussy and making me jerk. “Even if we had been caught. A bullet in my head would have been worth every second of eating your cunt.”

My cheeks heat at his crass words, but I argue with his statement anyway. “Don’t be stupid. Nothing is worth your life”

Dante shakes his head, crawling up my prone body. Pressing a kiss to my lips, he whispers, “You are.”

Two nights after the best orgasm of my life, I am in complete and utter panic.

Don’t get me wrong, it was probably my best experience yet, but I can’t help but feel concerned about Dante if my brother finds out about us.

Or worse.

My papà.

Tip toeing across my bedroom carpet, I quietly pull my door open, straining my ears to listen for any sound of my papà, brother, or Dante and relieved when I hear nothing but silence.

Stealthily, I move across the landing, my gaze focused on one door only.

The door of the room Dante always uses when he visits The Hamptons.

Stepping up to it, I blow out the breath I was holding as I take the knob in my hand, turning it and slowly pushing it open. Darkness greets me, but just as I knew he would, Dante sits up against the headboard as if he was expecting me. His next words confirm my thoughts.

“Took you long enough,” he drawls, the sound of his voice making my heart skip a beat. Moving inside, I gently close the door behind me before padding toward the bed. Dante flicks on the bedside lamp, his eyes roaming over my face before narrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asks, taking my hands when I am within reach and tugging me closer.

Climbing on the bed, anxiety slithers through my body, eyes bouncing between his. “What if Nico finds out about us? Or my papà? I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” My breath hitches in my throat, and though my voice is low, the hysteria in it is clear.

Dante takes my face in both hands, pinning me with a serious look. “Calm down principessa. Nothing is going to happen to me.” He presses a kiss to my lips.

I shake my head, though it barely moves in his hold. “You don’t know that.”

He smiles. “Sshh baby, before you have a full blown panic attack.”

“I already feel like I am,” I grumble.

Dante chuckles, before kissing me. “Well then. I will have to think of a way to relax you.”

My brow arches. “Hmm, and how do you plan on doing that?”

He winks. “I have something in mind.”

Dante shifts underneath me, lifting me slightly to pull the comforter down. My mouth waters at the sight of his tanned, toned body only for my heart to jump in my chest when he grips the waistband of his boxer briefs.

My eyes snap to his. “Ar-are you going to have sex with me?”

Shaking his head, he chuckles. “No principessa. And you’re not giving me a blow job either. What you are going to do is gently suck my cock as if it is your own pacifier, made especially for you. Because it is. My dick is yours in any capacity. As am I. But what you need right now is not something sexual, but comforting. I believe I can give you that, by giving you this.” He maneuvers me before yanking the blanket off his body.

Then with his eyes on mine, he pulls his boxer briefs down, revealing his hard, long, thick length. My gaze widens and I scoot back as if it is a weapon about to harm me.

“Principessa,” Dante calls, drawing my attention back to him. “Come here.”

My head shakes on its own volition. “There is no way that thing is fitting in me.”

I mean my pussy, but that’s not where Dante’s thoughts go. “This is not about me or for me. You are just going to use me, principessa. Use me for your own comforting needs.”

“Is this even a thing? Using a dick as a pacifier?”

Dante reaches out to me, smirking. “I don’t know. But its going to be our thing.”

“But I’ve never done anything like this before,” I point out.

Dante runs a finger down my cheek and I lean into him. “It’s not sexual baby. Eventually you will suck me in a sexual capacity, and you will love it. You will love having my cock in your mouth, pleasing me until you eat my come. But for right now, this is as far as we go.”

I chew my bottom lip in thought. “But you pleasured me. You made me feel good. I- I can give you that, too. Right now.”

He shakes his head. “No Allegra. You using me for your comfort will please me. Now move down the bed, lay down and take me in your mouth.”

Sucking in a breath, I do as he asks, reminding myself that this is the man I love. The man I have known my whole life. I trust Dante. With my life. And if he thinks this will help relax me, then I am willing to give it a try, no matter how unusual it sounds.

With my face in line with his dick, I take him in my hand. He is so big, my fingers don’t touch around the girth of him and I briefly wonder how I am ever going to fit him in my vagina. I shake my head of the thought. One day, hopefully in the not so distant future, Dante will give me all of him. And no matter if the thought of taking his weapon of mass destruction in equal parts terrifies and exhilarates me, I will.

Because this man was made for me.

“Take me in your mouth and suck, principessa,” Dante instructs.

Glancing up at him, I smile shyly. “What if you come?”

Reaching down, he runs a thumb across my mouth. “I’m not a two pump chump baby. You are not sucking for my pleasure. You are sucking for your anxiety. Now go on. It will relax me too.” He jerks his head.

Sighing, I take one last look at his cock, before drawing the tip into my mouth. His cock jolts, and with a hint of satisfaction I realize its because of me. Dante may have explained this act is not for pleasure but he cannot hide his reaction to me, no matter how hard he tries.

Smiling, I curl myself into his body, laying my head on his stomach, as I suck on the tip of Dante’s cock as if it’s a pacifier. With his right hand, he draws small, soothing circles on my legs while his left reaches down to play with my hair.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, but my eyes grow heavy as all the tension I have been experiencing the last couple of days leaves my body.

In my hazy, sleepy, content state, one thought flickers in my mind and I inwardly chastise myself for ever questioning him.

Because Dante was right.

His cock has done has he said it would.

Pacified me.

I watch him, my eyes heavy lidded as his gaze never wavers from me. A look of awe and something else I cant quite decipher flickers on his face. Electricity crackles between us, so tangible you can feel it.

And I know in this moment, that I will never love another man, not in this life or the next, no matter how much my papa tries to force it otherwise.

Because Dante is it for me.

He has my whole heart.

And from the look in his dark orbs, which without a doubt in my mind, I knew mirrored mine.

I knew he felt exactly the the same.

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