Ruined in Vows (Marchetti Family #3)

39. Allegra

Chapter 39

Allegra

B reakfast was an… odd experience.

Despite smiling, and listening to our stories intently, Dante was off. Despondent even.

I held his hand, squeezing tightly, showing him silent support throughout. I understood how overwhelming it was for him. Though he knew what we told him about his past was the truth, he still didn’t have his memories to correlate everything. He was wary, that much was obvious. But I would be by his side every step of the way to help him through this.

“How do you feel?” I ask, when Dante comes out of the bathroom.

Naturally my brother had the guest room, the one Dante always used to stay in when he visited the Estate, made up for him. It was expected. I knew there was no way he would allow Dante to stay in my room. What Nico doesn’t know is that we are adept in our need to be with each other. My bedroom is just down the hall from Dante’s and on the other side of the house from my brother. Dante has spent many a night, coming to my room in the dark of the night when everyone is asleep and unaware.

He rubs a towel through his dark wet hair, his lips twisted up thoughtfully. My gaze goes to his six pack, trailing up his torso and taking in the black ink that adorns his gorgeous body.

“Like what you see?” his rumbled voice pierces the fog in my brain, my eyes shooting to his. He smirks, smugly, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. My cheeks warm, having been caught ogling him so openly.

“You know I do.” I mumble, squirming in the big armchair in the corner of his room.

He chuckles, closing the distance between us.

Bending, he rests his hands on the arms, caging me in. My gaze drops to his rapidly hardening cock, tenting the white towel. I swallow. His dick is so big, I know with certainty it is going to hurt, but in the best kind of way, when we eventually make love.

“It’s all yours, principessa, ” he murmurs.

Grinning, I run my finger up his cheek. He nuzzles into me, making my chest warm. God, I love this man.

“How are you feeling?” I repeat the question. “Honestly? Tell me, Dante. You seemed… off at breakfast.”

Sighing, he straightens, taking a step back. “Honestly?” I nod. “I’m overwhelmed. It’s a lot to take in. I know in my soul this is where I’m supposed to be. Where I belong. But…” he trails off, pain flickering in his dark eyes. “I feel like a stranger. Like I am looking in on someone else’s life. I don’t remember anything, angel. It’s fucking frustrating. I looked around that table at you all and you feel like family in here.” He slaps a palm against his heart. “I just don’t recognize anything up here.” He says, pushing a palm against his head.

My heart breaks for him. At the anguish in his voice. And though I hate that he can’t recall any of our past, it must be so much worse for him.

Rising from the chair, I step into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I am here for you. We are here for you. Whatever and however long it takes. I am not going anywhere.”

Dante snorts, his eyes narrowing. “Are you forgetting the little matter of your wedding?” He sneers, but it’s not directed at me. It’s the word wedding he hates.

“You said it yourself. We are going to work that out,” I whisper, pressing kisses to his bare chest.

He groans, his hard cock bouncing between us and pressing against my stomach. Moisture seeps into my panties, heat running through my body. I want this man so bad. More than anything. I just wish he would get over the whole respecting my virtue thing he implemented and fuck me already.

Dante gently grabs my chin, pulling until my gaze locks on his and stopping my kisses. I glare up at him, making him laugh. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to have you spread out on my bed, tongue fucking your cunt.”

A gasp falls from my lips, arousal tightening my stomach.

“What if I want that?” I purr, so turned on by his words.

Bending, his tongue darts out, running from my bare shoulder, up my neck and to my ear. He bites down gently on the lobe. “Oh you want it. You’re a needy little slut for my cock, baby.” He freezes as do I. His head snaps up, face screwed up in confusion.

I will him to remember. Dante has always had a dirty mouth, and I loved it when he spoke to me like this. By the looks of his reaction, those words have caused a flicker of a memory. He just can’t reconcile it.

“I don’t know where that came from. I’m sorry. I should not have called you that. Degrade you like that.” He mutters the apology. But his eyes are narrowed in concentration, as he racks his brain.

Tightening my hold on him, I smile. “Don’t be sorry. You always had a dirty mouth. And I loved it. You’re right. I was a needy slut for you. Every part of you. I was also your good girl.” My brows waggle, trying to lighten the mood, and I smirk.

Dante searches my face for any hint of a lie but he won’t find one. It’s the truth. Maybe being here, if only for a couple of hours, is helping jog his memories already. “I want to hear more. I also want nothing more than to lay you out on my bed and do what I said. But first, we are going to sleep.”

“No–” I protest but he cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine.

“Yes. I will not take no for an answer. I know you didn’t listen to me last night and get some rest. It is written all over your face.”

“So what you are saying is I look like shit?” I tease, my brow raised.

He shakes his head, shooting me a sardonic look. “No, principessa . You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. But I won’t stand by and let you make yourself sick, with stress and worry about me. So for now, we are going to curl up on that bed together and sleep.” He smirks. “Then when we wake, I might just do what you’re begging for and eat that perfect pussy.”

Resigned to the fact that I won’t get my way, I pull out of his arms, stomping over to the bed and pulling back the covers before sliding underneath. I pat the empty side of the bed, silently asking him to come join me. He doesn’t keep me waiting or leave me disappointed. He pulls the towel from his body, his hard dick slapping against his six pack as he throws it in the laundry basket, before stalking toward me. All the while his dark eyes never leave mine.

My mouth waters, I lick my lips as he moves in on me and slides underneath the comforter beside me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me into him, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep, angel.”

Sighing, I snuggle into the warmth of his chest, reveling in the way his body and cock feel pressed against me. Emotion tightens my throat, when I think back to a couple months ago when I believed Dante was dead and I would never get to do this again, but I quickly push them aside reminding myself that he is here.

He is alive.

And I am home.