Ruined in Vows (Marchetti Family #3)

45. Allegra

Chapter 45

Allegra

S tepping through our front door, I let out the breath I have been holding since we left over four hours ago.

Tonight has been heavy and I want nothing more than to cuddle up to Dante and let him take all my worries away.

“Tough night, huh?” Nico rumbles from behind me, shrugging off suit jacket.

“The worst. The more time I spend with that man, the more nauseous he makes me feel. His derogatory comments, just everything about him is a turn off. I mean I know this life, and how made men believe they should act, but Riccardo is a next level pig,” I admit.

Nico chuckles. “Not all of us are like that.”

I pin him with a condescending look.

“You were a man whore before Ocean locked you down, brother, so don’t pretend otherwise.”

His gaze narrows on me. “The operative word being before . Now, I don’t see any other woman but my wife.”

Smiling softly, I admit. “I know. I’m sorry, Nic. Forgive my bad mood. It’s just that spending time with that vile excuse for a man, brings out the worst side of me. And instead of taking it out on who I really want to, Riccardo, I’m taking it out on you.”

Nico sighs, understanding crossing his face. “Don’t be sorry. Just remember that when you want to put all men in the same category, some of us are good and faithful. Dante included. He never looked at another woman when you two started dating.”

Beaming at his words, I open my mouth to speak, only to snap it closed, when loud footsteps pound on the marble floor.

Dante appears, concern in his eyes, with Mamma and Ocean close behind him.

“What happened?” he asks, sweeping me up in his arms.

Cupping his face, I try to ease his worry as much as I can. “It went exactly how I expected.” I brush my lips against his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He smiles, pulling back. Circling my waist, he tugs me into his side, holding me closely to him. “Well?” he jerks his head to Nico, who is embracing his wife.

Nico glances up, glaring at Dante for no doubt interrupting his reunion with Ocean.

“We can discuss it in my office.” He looks back down at his wife, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Why don’t you go up to bed? I won’t be long, Tesoro .”

She smiles fondly, rubbing at her round belly. “Sounds good to me. Your baby is killing me with fatigue.”

“ Our baby.” Nico shoots back.

Ocean chuckles, shaking her head and slowly moving past us. She makes her way up the stairs, murmuring her goodnights to us as she goes.

“I think I will also say good night. I’m exhausted.” Mamma yawns as if proving her point.

Kissing us all, she too disappears up the stairs.

“Well. Let’s get this over with.” Nico sighs, sweeping out his arm in the direction of his office.

When no one moves, Nico shakes his head, before striding down the hallway. Linking my hand with Dante’s, we follow him. I can feel the tension in Dante’s body with every step we get closer to the office. I hate this. Hate the uncertainty that currently surrounds us. It feels like a noose around my neck, getting tighter with every minute that passes. And right now we don’t know whether the outcome is going to be in our favor.

Nico is already seated behind his desk when we enter.

Dante and I both take a seat and wait for my brother to start. It doesn’t take him long.

“Allegra believes Riccardo knows something.”

“What the fuck?” Dante’s head snaps to the side, his eyes burning into me intently. “What did he say to you?”

Exhaling a calming breath, because I feel that I will need it right now, I shrug. “Everything. Nothing.”

“What does that even mean?” Dante grates out.

“He was very cryptic. His usual behavior was off. Don’t get me wrong, he was still a pig, but there was something different. He asked questions without really asking them. Of course, I acted blasé, but I could tell he had his suspicions.”

Dante’s jaw tics, anger radiating from him. He looks at my brother. “So, what do we do now?”

“Nothing.” Dante opens his mouth to speak but Nico holds a hand up, cutting him off. “Only a select few of my most trusted soldiers know that you are alive and here. I am not going to take any chances after what happened last time and the rats we had in our organization. You are not to leave this house, not even to use the garden or beach.”

“I’m not your fucking prisoner.” Dante scoffs, shaking his head.

“It’s for your own safety.” I back up my brother. Betrayal flickers in Dante’s dark orbs when he looks at me. My chest tightens but I press on. “For all of our safety,” I add, beseeching him with my eyes, and hoping to convey how important it is that he is not seen by the wrong people.

Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, throwing both me and my brother a pointed look.

“I don’t like this.” he grumbles his acquiescence reluctantly.

Grabbing his hand, I intertwine our fingers, bringing them to my mouth and kissing them gently. Despite the tension radiating from him, his lips curve up into a half smile and he relaxes a little.

A throat clearing, draws our attention to Nico. “It’s settled then.” He rises from his chair, smirking. “Dante is on house arrest.”

“Fuck you,” Dante grunts.

Nico laughs. “Now if you will excuse me, I have my pregnant wife to attend to.” He waves his hand, his way of asking us to leave. My brother’s office is the one room in this house that is always locked up tight. “I’m sure you two also have lots to catch up on.”

Stepping into the shower, I make quick work of washing tonight’s dinner with Riccardo from my skin, scrubbing myself almost raw just to remove the feeling of disgust from my body.

Arms wrapping around my waist startle me, and glancing over my shoulder, my eyes meet Dante’s turbulent ones. With his gaze locked on mine, he presses kisses to my neck and jaw. I moan at his ministrations, arousal tightening my stomach.

“Dante,” I whisper, and I can’t seem to get enough of saying his name.

There is no doubt in my mind, it’s because I never thought I would say it again. Sometimes, I also think it’s a dream that I might wake from and, in reality, Dante is still gone, so it’s my way of making it real.

His hand snakes down my tummy to where I need him most. With one finger, he circles my clit, as his mouth sucks on the lobe of my ear. I pant, my legs nearly giving way, but Dante’s hold on me keeps me standing. When his hard cock presses against my back, I gasp. Desire heats my veins, leaking from my sex and I’m so desperate for him, my brain short circuits.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth, principessa ?” he murmurs, a challenge in his voice.

“Both,” I gasp as he works my little bundle of nerves harder.

I feel rather than see him smirk. “My greedy little angel. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” I whine. He pulls his fingers from, and my body curls in on itself at the loss. Glancing over my shoulder, I pant. “Why did you stop?”

Dante grins wide, spinning me to face him. “I want you to sit on the edge of the bench and spread your legs wide so I can see my cunt.”

The possession in his voice has arousal leaking from me, and I eagerly do as he commands, sitting down on the bench and spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

Dante’s eyes narrow in on my pussy, his dick jerking. A groan rumbles in his chest, the sound almost feral.

Closing the distance between us, he drops to his knees in front of me, gripping my knees. “I have never seen such a beautiful cunt.” He mutters.

His compliment makes me hesitate. I suddenly feel self-conscious, my mind going to all the other women he has been with. My legs try to close of their own volition, but he grips me harder, keeping them spread open. His gaze snaps up, narrowing as he assesses me.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” he growls out.

Swallowing, I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He smirks his agreement, before dropping his head to my pussy.

His tongue darts out, swiping up from my slit to my clit. My back arches, pleasure surging through my body at his touch. I moan out his name. “Dante.”

“That’s it, principessa . Say my name as I eat my cunt.” He groans, the sound vibrating against my wet folds, causing a maelstrom of sensation to wrack through my body.

His lips latch onto my clit, suctioning me into his mouth. He pushes a finger inside me. My pussy immediately clamps down around him, pulsating, and I’m so ready for a release, I could cry.

With his free hand, I watch as he reaches down, palming his rock-hard cock before stroking himself from root to tip. The sight is so erotic, my mouth waters, stomach tightening with my impending orgasm.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, angel,” he murmurs appreciatively.

“Don’t stop.” I gasp when he adds another finger, pumping them inside me almost torturously slow. I roll my hips, chasing the friction I so desperately need, my gaze focused on where Dante strokes himself.

I want to feel him in my mouth. Want him to take what is his. Hold me in place as he uses me to get himself off. Desire shoots through my veins at the thought. I have had many fantasies of Dante taking me rough and unapologetically. I just need to coax him into bringing my desires to fruition. From the moment we were first intimate he has treated me as if I am something precious. And though I like his gentle side, I also want to bring out the animalistic side I know lives just beneath the surface, and shows him that I can handle and love every single version of him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls out, latching onto my clit once more.

“Yes,” I cry out, grinding my pussy in his face, gripping his dark hair like my life depends on it.

He pumps his fingers faster, sucks my little bundle of nerves harder.

Though I try to focus on his dick, my eyes become too heavy, rolling shut on their own volition.

Just like I knew, Dante doesn’t allow it. He loves to have my eyes on him when he is pleasuring me.

Tearing his mouth from me, he grates out, “Eyes on me when you come, principessa .”

They snap open immediately, landing on dark, turbulent, orbs. With his gaze on me, he sucks me back into his mouth, his tongue circling my clit. Rolling my hips up into him, we stare at each other. Warmth fills my chest, my stomach tightening, legs trembling. My pussy begins to pulse. With Dante’s name on my lips, the orgasm hits me, so intense my whole body shakes with the force.

Pulling away from me, Dante rises, holding me open with one hand while he continues to jerk his cock with the other. He stills, his body tensing before spurts of hot white semen coat my bare pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“I know,” I whisper, slumping back against the wall.

We grin at each other, and I watch as he drops to his knees once more and massages his come into my skin.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Yours,” I agree.