Ruined in Vows (Marchetti Family #3)

33. Allegra

Chapter 33

Allegra

“ H ey,” I breathe in greeting, a big cheesy grin on my face when Dante appears on the screen.

“ Principessa,” he smirks, his thumb trailing across his lips as he stares at me.

He leans back against the headboard of the bed in the guestroom, his naked torso in view. He made a point of moving into the room after refusing to share the ‘marital’ bed with his wife.

Though never demanding this of him, I can’t deny it makes me happy that he no longer has to lay next to that woman at night. I trust this man implicitly, but I don’t trust Caterina. I might not know the woman, but whatever is going on, she is involved and that is enough for me to cast judgment on her.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes dropping to his tattooed chest. My throat turns dry at the sight. He is so damn hot it's criminal.

He smirks. “Calling you.”

Rolling my eyes, I relax back in the large lounge chair in my room.

“What I meant to say is, has she gone?” I don’t need to confirm the she I am referring to. He knows full well I am asking about his wife.

He clears his throat. “Yeah. She left this morning. I had to have dinner with Vincenzo tonight, which is why my call is later than usual. I didn’t want him growing suspicious. Not after finding out he is having me followed.”

“Makes sense,” I hum my agreement.

“What have you been doing today, baby?” he changes the subject.

“Missing you,” I tell him honestly. Dante smiles wide and I continue. “I helped Mamma with some of her recipes and took Romeo to the beach with Ocean. I also signed up for an online art class. There is no way Nico will let me off the estate right now, with everything going on, so I can’t take the college classes I wanted to, but I can do this. Even if it is the next best thing. It will keep me occupied.”

He nods, his voice soft when he speaks. “Proud of you, principessa . But just remember this is not forever, only until we get rid of our enemies. Once we have achieved that, you can follow your dreams.”

“I know. I just wish it was all over. I hate the uncertainty. Hate that I might have to go through with this wedding. I–”

“You are not going through with any wedding that isn’t to me,” he barks, cutting me off. I recoil at his tone. Dante has never spoken to me in that manner. Sighing, guilt flashes in his eyes. He scrubs a palm across his mouth. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to snap. But I just won’t let that happen. The only last name you will ever take is mine.”

My lips curve up despite the heavy conversation. “Oh yeah? You’ve got to get a divorce first,” I tease.

He scoffs. “I’m not legally married baby, you know that.”

Shaking my head, I grumble, “I know. I’m still jealous that she is your fake wife though.”

“Fake wife,” he enunciates. “ You will be my real wife one day.”

I smile at his words.

A couple weeks ago, he found out that the marriage license, along with the wedding pictures, were doctored. The Conti’s had a judge on their payroll who was more than happy to help them out. Also, Dante’s fake name was used, making the marriage null and void. Everything was a lie. I can’t say that I’m not happy about it, but it only makes me more determined to find out the reasoning behind it all.

“I will,” I confirm, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

His lips tug up into a half smile, cockiness radiating from him. “Now enough about that. I’m rock hard, and there is only one person that can help me out with that.”

My stomach tightens, arousal dripping into my panties. Over the last couple weeks, we have been having regular video sex. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. Dante has gotten me off countless times, and it’s just as intense, even through a phone screen. This man has seen me naked - not that he remembers - has had his mouth and fingers on me, but we have never gone the whole way.

Something I am hoping will happen when he finally comes home.

My mission is to convince him that my virtue is not important and that it was always meant to be his. He has stupid notions over it, and though I respect it, it’s frustrating when all I want is to feel him inside me.

“Why don’t you get on the bed, principessa? Take that tank and whatever you have covering your pussy off, spread those legs and show me what’s mine,” he growls, his hand snaking down his body.

“Dante,” I whimper.

“Go on, baby. I need this. I need you,” he all but begs.

Moving off my chair, I pad to my bedroom door, making sure it's locked, before moving toward my bed.

Dropping my phone down, I grip the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and stepping out of them. My thighs are coated with my desire, and I wish Dante was here, giving me what I really want.

Climbing on my bed, I get situated, picking up my phone and bringing the screen back to my face. Dante smirks at me, but it’s movement coming from the bottom of the screen that catches my attention. I bite my lip, knowing exactly what he is doing.

“Are you hard?” I ask though he already told me he is.

“As fucking stone baby,” he grunts. “Now place your phone on the bed, so I have a good view, and take your tank off. Play with those perfect tits, principessa .”

Grabbing a cushion, I position my phone so that I am in full view, my cheeks heating when Dante’s eyes zone in on the wet space between my legs. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked. Look at what you do to me.” The screen goes dark, and I hear shuffling before Dante’s hard cock appears. His hand picks up speed as he strokes himself, a bead of pre cum slowly rolling down the thick head.

If there was an award for a perfect dick, then Dante would win hands down. Long. Thick. Veiny. And sexy in every way. My mouth waters at the sight. I want to wrap my lips around it, pull him deep inside and let him fuck my face.

“Touch your cunt, principessa, ” he grinds out, snapping me from my thoughts.

I swallow, suddenly shy, though there is no reason to be. We have done this many times over the phone and even more in real life. Shaking my nerves away, I use one hand to play with my breasts, while I snake the other one down my stomach and to my sex.

Circling my clit, I gasp, my eyes closing as pleasure hits me.

“Eyes on me, angel. Show me those pretty blues while you finger fuck my pussy,” Dante growls. Doing as he commands, I open my eyes, keeping them focused on my man. His dark orbs flash with satisfaction, need and desire. “Good girl. Now push two fingers inside. Tell me what it feels like.” His tone leaves no room for argument as he circles the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing in moisture.

Trailing my hand from my clit to my slit, I rub gently, my back arching when pleasure zaps through my veins. I am so wet, it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for me to slide two fingers inside. I gasp, my hips rolling up, my eyes threatening to close. But Dante doesn’t allow it.

“That’s it, angel. I know you want to close those beautiful eyes but keep them on me. Thrust your fingers inside you, but imagine they are mine and tell me how it feels.”

“G-ood,” I stutter out.

“Yeah?” his enraptured gaze stays on my pussy. “Is it warm? Wet?” he groans, his hand fisting his dick. “Yeah, you’re so fucking wet, I can hear it through the phone,” he mutters.

He isn’t wrong. The squelching sounds are almost obscene in the otherwise quiet of my bedroom. I would be mortified if I didn’t know it drove Dante absolutely feral with need.

“So hot and wet. I wish it was your fingers doing this to me,” I breathe.

“Soon, baby,” he murmurs. “Now pull your fingers out and show me your tight little hole. I want to see how much your fingers have stretched your cunt.” I falter, so close to hitting my orgasm. “Put your feet on the mattress. Let your legs fall to the side and spread your pussy open for me, so I can see what belongs to me.”

My stomach tightens at his dirty mouth. God, I love it. The way he is so unapologetic in what he wants, does things to me. Pulling my fingers from my sex, I place my feet flat on the mattress, then let my legs fall to the sides.

Reaching down, I part my pussy, until it’s on full display for Dante’s inspection. I squirm on the bed, as his eyes rake over me and he licks his lips.

“Fuck, principessa . Your cunt is going to grip my cock so well,” he mutters, stroking himself harder. “I want to shove my dick inside you and never leave. Your pussy is so fucking pretty, angel. So pink, juicy, and ready for me. You’re going to stretch right around my cock.”

“Dante,” I whimper.

He smirks. “Such a good girl, calling my name. Now slide your fingers back inside. I want us to come together. I’m so fucking close.” His voice is a strained groan, his neck muscles corded with his restraint.

Pushing my fingers back into my pussy, I gasp as pure pleasure consumes me. It’s not going to take long for me to find my release. All the dirty talk, plus the forbidden nature of what we are doing, is turning me on so much my whole body feels like a live wire waiting to explode.

“Dante,” I moan, my hips rolling with every move of my fingers.

“I know, baby. I’m here with you. Come for me, principessa .” He groans, stilling his movements as his cock pulses. White liquid shoots from the tip, coating the bed sheets and his shaft.

The sight is so erotic, it sends me over the edge. My pussy clamps down on my digits, squeezing, as my climax soaks my fingers, and I call out Dante’s name.

Slumping back against my pillows, my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Shit. That was intense.

“Allegra,” Dante’s soft voice sounds distorted in my ears, like a fog has descended over my hearing.

“Hmm?” I crack one eye open, looking at the screen.

He grins. “You’re so pretty when you come for me, baby.”

Snorting a laugh, I snatch my phone up with the hand that wasn’t inside me. “I better go get cleaned up.”

He sighs. “Me too. I can’t wait to see you. I will be cleaning you up with my tongue, sucking up every last drop of your come.”

My stomach does a somersault, arousal heating my veins once more. I need to end this call before we go for round two. “Soon. I will speak to you tomorrow?” I ask it as a question because I have not been filled in on what exactly is happening and when.

“Yes, baby,” Dante agrees.

I smile. “Okay. Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you too, principessa . Get cleaned up and get some rest. You will need it for what I have planned.”

Grinning, I tease. “Promises, promises.”

He smirks, winking. “Night, angel.” And with that, he ends the call.

Sighing, I place my phone on the nightstand, before climbing off the bed and going to my ensuite to clean myself up.