Ruined in Vows (Marchetti Family #3)

52. Dante

Chapter 52

Dante

B ursting into the suite, my gaze immediately lands on my principessa .

Me being here is dangerous for both of us, but I couldn’t help myself.

I needed to see my angel one more time before all this shit goes down.

Nico had me holed up in a room, with a dozen of his soldiers, a couple floors down, ready and waiting to put our plan in motion to take out Riccardo.

After I fucked Allegra and cleaned her up, she tentatively mentioned having to get ready for the wedding. Overcome with extreme jealousy, I abruptly left the room. Had I stayed, I would have thrown her over my shoulder and ran somewhere no one could find her. My angel’s soft sobs, as she called out to me, pierced my heart and had me nearly turning back to comfort her – but I couldn’t.

Not only would I have given everything away, but I would also have fucked her over and over, until the only thing she remembered was my name. I would have marked her body, sucked and bruised every inch of her smooth skin.

Allegra deserves better than that, so I walked away, the sound of her crying echoing in the halls like a bad omen.

I didn’t see her before she left the estate to head to New York City. I’m sure she was confused, and I hate that I made her feel that way. Nonetheless, that was how it had to happen. Allegra believed I was locked up in my room, but really, I was in an SUV on my way to the city.

“Dante,” she breathes, her eyes wide in shock.

Stepping inside the suite, I ignore the guns pointed at my head, moving toward the person I love most in this world. Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her into me, holding her body close to mine and breathing in her sweet, fruity scent. She looks absolutely stunning in her white dress, and I have wanted nothing more than to see her in a real wedding dress, but it’s bittersweet.

Because my angel believes she is about to marry another man.

“Hi,” I growl, dropping my forehead to hers.

Though her eyes are glassy and full of tears, a laugh bubbles out of her. “Hi.”

“I love you,” I tell her.

Her face falls, a sob bursting from her mouth. Being the strong, resilient, woman I know she is, she composes herself quickly. “I love you. But what are you doing here? You can’t be here, Dante. Someone might have seen you.”

Using my thumbs, I wipe away the tears under her eyes, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’m here, because I just had to see you, Mrs. Vitale.”

A loud gasp punctures the silence, and I know without looking it’s Valentina.

“What?” she murmurs.

But it's Nico’s words that draw my attention. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he growls, stalking toward us.

Allegra’s blue eyes snap up to him, widening almost comically. She wriggles out of my arms, taking a step back just as Nico joins us. His glare bounces between the both of us, an expectant look on his face.

“Someone better start talking, right the fuck now,” he barks.

Allegra laughs nervously, wringing her hands together. Valentina steps up to us, her gaze shifting from me to her daughter, a questioning look in her blue eyes.

Gathering Allegra in my arms, I position her in front of me, before turning her to face her family. “We are married,” I state bluntly.

“What the fuck, Dante?” Nico exhales, a look of exasperation on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, pinning me with an accusing look. “Why the hell would you do that?” he frowns. “And when the fuck did this happen?”

Straightening, I keep my hold on Allegra when I respond. “Because I love her. This way, regardless of what the priest announces today, their marriage will be void. And it happened while you were in Charleston.”

He shakes his head. “How did you even get someone through the gates to officiate a fucking ceremony? And why was I not informed about a stranger entering the premises?”

“Easy. I threatened the men. And once we were married, Allegra doubled down on those threats.”

“What the fuck, man?” Nico pins me with a glare, his jaw clenching. “Riccardo Romano is waiting for her at the altar. You could have put my sister in danger.” His eyes narrow in on me as he searches my face. He raises a brow, his thoughts transparent, and I read everything he is not saying on his face.

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you going off plan?

Why didn’t you fucking tell me.

Don’t you fucking dare tell my sister what is really happening today.

Raising my brow, I run a thumb across my bottom lip, shaking my head.

“I would never put Allegra in danger. Trust me.” I implore him with my eyes, silently telling him I know what I’m doing. Pulling my angel closer to me, I grate out, “And at least this way, my woman won’t be legally tied to him.”

Nico stares at me as if I have lost my mind. Maybe I have. But it felt right, Allegra taking my last name, and considering I might not come out of this alive… well, there was no way I would risk not making her mine.

“Way to throw a spanner in the works.” My best friend huffs a laugh.

“I always did like living life on the edge.” I pause, wondering where that thought came from. Since I have been back in the Hamptons, certain memories have returned, but I don’t remember anything about my old personality and yet… it feels familiar. Like that’s exactly who I was, or rather, am.

Nico shakes his head, a curving smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, you certainly fucking did.”

Allegra twists in my hold, her hands cupping my cheeks, drawing my gaze to hers. She searches my face. “Did you remember more about the past?”

“Not really. But the words felt familiar.”

She grins. “That’s because they are.”

The hope in her blue eyes tightens my chest. Dropping my forehead to hers, I inhale, murmuring out, “I love you, wife .”

Allegra smiles wide, a contented sigh leaving her pillowy lips. “I love you too, husband.”

A throat clears, breaking our moment. We glance up to find Valentina watching us with interest. “I cannot believe mia figlia got married. And without her mamma there to witness it.” She sounds indignant, but I see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

“Sorry, Mamma.” Allegra winces apologetically.

She waves. “Don’t apologize. It makes my heart happy that you not only found your way back to each other, but you are officially Mrs. Allegra Sofia Vitale. As mothers, all we ever want is to see our children happy and married to the love of their lives. I do believe that has happened for both my children.” A tear rolls down her cheek just before my wife pulls her into a hug.

The happiness radiating from both women is tangible. But it’s the burning stare on the side of my face that has my gaze lifting and locking Nico. He wants to talk to me. But in private.

“Bedroom.” I jerk my head to said room.

Nico smirks, the look more shark-like than friendly. “Matteo, Alessio. Bedroom. I need to go through some things with you all.”

“What? What is going on?” Allegra demands, having pulled out of her mamma’s arms, her gaze bouncing between me and her brother.

Stepping into her, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Nothing, angel. Stay here, we just have some business to discuss.”

When my wife glares at me, I know she doesn’t believe me.

And I want to fill her in on everything… but it’s too dangerous for her to know what we have planned.

“Come on, mia figlia . I will call down to the stylist and makeup artist. We need to get you freshened up.”

The mention of the makeup artist and stylist has my blood boiling. It takes every bit of self-control I possess to keep my cool.

Allegra blinks, ignoring her mamma. With her glower pinned on me, she growls out, “Tell me.”

Sighing, I press a kiss to her temple. “There is nothing to tell, principessa . Now be a good girl and stay here.” She protests, but I shut her up by slamming my mouth to hers. She whimpers, her fingers gripping my dress shirt as I kiss her with feral need.

Before I take it too far and do something I can’t come back from – like fucking her right here, right now, I tear my lips from hers, shooting her a not fucking around look. “Stay. Here.” I enunciate, before turning and following Nic to the bedroom. I don’t need to look back to check my wife is heeding my command.

I know she will.

We both needed this, and I am glad I defied Nico’s instructions to be here.

Because the next couple of hours are going to be long and unpredictable.

No matter how much we plan or prepare, things can always go wrong.

I just hope we all come out of it alive and unscathed.

Two days ago…

The wedding

Waiting in the garden room, I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time, ignoring Leo, and a stoic looking Juliana, the Marchetti’s longterm housekeeper slash cook.

The priest clears his throat, drawing my attention to him and I shoot him a glare. Yes, he is doing me a favor but that doesn’t give him the excuse to be disrespectful. If Allegra wants to take her time getting ready, then so be it.

“I really have somewhere I need to be, Mr. Vitale.”

“That will have to wait. You are not leaving until you join me and my wife in holy matrimony.”

Leo chuckles, earning a glare from me. The only reason I haven’t punched the smug look from his face is because of his involvement in all this. To be honest, it’s because of Leo that our wedding is happening at all.

He sighs. “And you have the marriage license?”

Pulling the paper from my pocket, I hand him the license. Though it proved somewhat difficult to obtain the paperwork necessary for this, I spoke to Leo about a week ago, and he came through for me, managing to call in a favor and get what I needed to make Allegra mine.

Leo smuggled the priest in by hiding him in the trunk of his car. Father Michaels was not too happy about the arrangement, but needs must. The estate is locked up tighter than Fort Knox and only approved visitors are allowed through the gates. With that obstacle and the small detail of me being on lock down, we had to do all we could to make this work in the safest way for all of us. I am all but on house arrest and only a handful of Nico’s trusted men know I am alive. The rest have no idea. So, all this planning has been carefully constructed down to the finest detail.

Leo is the only one aware of what is happening today and will be our witness along with Juliana. For that alone, I know with certainty that we were good friends before all the shit that went down.

“Very well. And where is Miss Marchetti?”

“Here,” her soft voice coats my skin, drawing my attention.

Glancing over at the entryway, my breath hitches in my throat, when I lay eyes on my perfect angel in the white summer dress I brought for this moment.

“Principessa,” I breathe, moving toward her.

Taking her hands, I press a kiss to her lips.

Allegra smiles, before her head tilts and she looks at the priest. “What’s going on?”

“We are getting married,” I state, leaving no room for argument.

Her gaze snaps back to me, blue eyes bright and curious. “We are?”

Chuckling, I kiss the tip of her nose before leading her to where the priest stands waiting for us. “We are.”

Gripping my hands, she nods, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I have waited for this moment for what feels like a lifetime.”

“I love you,” I tell her honestly.

“I love you, too.” She smiles, radiating joy.

“Shall we begin?” Father Michaels asks, clearing his throat.

Turning us to face him, I nod.

With our eyes locked on each other’s, we recite our vows, but don’t exchange rings because of the obvious.

And when Father Michaels says til death do you part.

I mean it with every fiber of my being.

After saying our vows, I carried my wife upstairs to her bedroom. With a speed I didn’t know I possessed, I had us both naked within seconds and on the bed. I am about to give us what we both want. And make Allegra mine irrevocably.

From what I have learned during therapy, the last time I had sex was before my relationship started with Allegra - the first time around. I still have a long road ahead of me, and though therapy has been frustrating, if it all leads me back to my past then I am prepared to put in the work. Not only for me, but for the woman I love.

Despite Caterina’s many attempts to get me to fuck her, I never did, so if my calculations are correct, I haven’t had sex in almost two years. There is no way, not after risking my life to be with her, that would I hurt or cheat on Allegra and I’m sure Nico would have put a bullet in my skull had I ever messed around on his sister. My best friend has told me several times now, during our many talks in his office, that I made his sister happy, and surely that wouldn’t have been the case if I had treated her badly.

Shaking the thoughts away, I focus on the woman in front of me. She deserves my full attention at this moment.

Nibbling on her flesh, I bite down gently, sucking until I leave my mark. She whimpers, squirming beneath me, her back arching as she tries to bring me closer to where she so desperately wants me. She groans when I don’t give her what she wants.

“Stop teasing. You don’t know how long I have waited for this.”

Releasing her flesh, I tell her. “I might’ve, if I hadn’t received a head injury.” Her face falls, the same sad look she always gives me when we talk about my injury. I know it kills her that I don’t remember our past, and I have told her many times that all that matters is that we found each other again. Grinning, I try to lighten the mood. “Being as I don’t remember. Why don’t you remind me?”

She pants, her pulse picking up as her cheeks and chest turn a delicious shade of pink.

“Well, I begged you so many times to take what belonged to you,” she starts quietly. “Every time, you touched me, kissed me, I wanted you to go further. But you never would. Too caught up in your delusions of keeping my virtue until our wedding night.” I don’t miss the irony in her tone. Laughing, I run my nose from her thigh to her pussy, inhaling her scent into my nostrils and committing it to memory. “Dante,” she whimpers.

“Do you think this little cunt is ready for me?” I growl, swiping my tongue up her slit.

Her back bows, her words a breathy cry when she speaks. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready for you.”

Running a finger up her thigh, I bring it to her pussy, slowly circling her clit. She gasps, her hips rolling up as she seeks the pressure she so desperately wants. I push a digit inside her, groaning at how tight she is. I swear this woman is sure to be the death of me.

“I need to get you ready to take me,” I murmur in awe, watching my finger slide in and out of her.

“More,” she moans almost inaudibly.

Smirking, I add another finger, stretching her. She gasps, her body tensing. “I know you have had the tip of me, but is this too much?” I ask, slowly thrusting into her.

She shakes her head. “No. No. It feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

“You’ve taken three of my fingers in the last couple of months, plus the head of my cock, but I still need to stretch your cunt if you are going to take all of me, principessa,” I rumble, my mouth latching onto her clit.

“I trust you,” she moans, making my chest tighten. Not because she has a reason not to trust me - Allegra can trust me with her life - but because I feel guilty for her being in the dark about what is going to happen.

“I am gonna fuck you so good, that by the time I am done, every part of you will belong to me. I’m going to imprint my cock on your pussy, your fucking soul,” I grate out, suddenly feeling unhinged.

“You’re already part of my soul,” she pants out, writhing under my ministrations.

“Good girl,” I growl, sucking her clit into my mouth once more.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall over the edge. And I know it has something to do with my praise. In the weeks I have been getting reacquainted with her body, I established very quickly that she has a praise kink. One I very much love exploring. Her cunt tightens around me, soaking my digits with her release.

“Dante,” she cries out my name as her orgasm takes hold. Her back arches, fingers grabbing at the bed sheets as he legs lock around my head.

And I feel like a king in this moment. Knowing that I can elicit these kinds of responses from my angel is everything to me. I might not be able to remember my previous sex life, but I know without a doubt, with every fiber of my being that Allegra Marchetti is the best I have ever had.

“Good principessa. Soaking my fingers like a good girl.” I groan, pulling them from her wet pussy and bringing them to my mouth. She watches me with hooded eyes as I lick her juices from my digits. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her legs spreading once again. I smirk. “Is my angel greedy for my dick?”

“Please Dante. I need you,” she all but begs, and I watch as tears roll down her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, alarmed.

Allegra shakes her head, a chuckled sob bursting from her lips. “Nothing. I just need to feel you inside me.”

Crawling up her body, my tongue darts out, licking up her tears before I press my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on me. Tearing my mouth away, I pepper kisses up her neck, to her ear, whispering out, “I’m going to fuck you now, angel.”

“Yes,” she breathes, rolling her hips up into me, her wet heat brushing against my cock. I suck in a breath, more than ready to sink home.

Pushing up on one hand, I reach down with my free one, palming my dick and rubbing it along my angel’s wet slit. “Fuck, you feel so good like this, I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself when I finally get inside you.”

“Just do it already,” Allegra whines in exasperation.

Chuckling, I position myself at her entrance. “As you wish, principessa.”

Gently, I ease my hips forward, gritting my teeth as I enter her. Fuck she is so tight, her cunt is gripping me like a damn vise. I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, or doubt, but find none. Her even breaths and the smile curving her lips tells me everything.

Slowly, I push inside her, only stopping when I hit resistance. Her innocence. I inhale, my eyes closing briefly before opening. This is it. The moment I claim my woman. Pressing kisses to her lips, jaw, cheeks, neck, I say, “Ready?”

Her arms and legs tighten around me. “Yes. Take what was always meant for you.”

Those words are my undoing. Without another moment of hesitation, I thrust forward, breaking through her innocence and making her mine.

Allegra cries out, and I smash my lips to hers, swallowing down her pain. “Are you okay?” I murmur, looking into her eyes.

She nods. “Yeah. Just give me a minute to adjust. With the size of you, I knew it would hurt, but this is beyond what I considered.”

Alarmed, I shift, ready to pull out of her, but she only clings to me harder. “I’m hurting you.”

She pins me with a droll look. “And it will subside once I am used to you. Stay where you are.”

Laughing, I kiss her, whispering, “I’m inside you.”

“I know and it feels like I’m being stretched wide open.” She rolls her hips into me and I groan.

“Can I move?”

She brushes her lips across mine. “Yeah. Show me how much I belong to you.”

They are the eight magic words and without another thought, I pull back before thrusting back into her. Her eyes close, something I will never allow. “Open those pretty blues angel. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.” Her eyes flutter open, and the look in them nearly has me coming before I’m ready.

“Dante,” she gasps, rolling her hips up into me and meeting my every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good, principessa. You’re strangling my cock with your tight pussy. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. I’m going to come so hard inside you, paint you with my seed.” My dirty words cause her mouth to drop open and her cunt to pulse around me. I groan. “You are going to milk my dick of every last drop, angel.”

“Oh my God,” she cries out.

Smirking, I drop my mouth to her ear. “I am your fucking god, principessa. The only man you will ever worship on your knees for.” Her body tenses beneath me and pulling back, I can tell she is close. Reaching down, I circle her clit with my thumb. “That’s it angel, soak my cock.”

Its exactly what she needs. Her legs tremble around me, pussy fluttering and clamping down on my dick as she falls over the edge, crying out. “Dante,” she gasps out my name like a prayer.

“That’s it principessa, squeeze the come from my dick,” I rasp, pounding into her. My balls draw up, and with one last thrust into her, I still, my cock jerking as I release inside her hot cunt. “Fuck me,” I breathe, staring at her in disbelief.

Allegra chuckles, stroking my cheek affectionately. “Yes. You did fuck me,” she teases and I cant help the bark of laughter that flies out of my mouth.

Her face turns serious as she stares up at me with so much love in her eyes. “Thank you.”

My brows scrunch up. “For what?”

“For giving me you,” she whispers.

Smiling, I drop a kiss to her lips. “You will always have me. I’m yours.”

“And I am yours,” she responds quickly, but I don’t miss the look that crosses her features.

Not wanting where her mind has gone to taint this moment, I slowly pull out of her. She winces, no doubt sore, and I take my time, not wanting to hurt her any more than I have. Climbing to my knees, I watch as my limp cock, covered in a mix of both our come and Allegra’s blood, slaps against my thigh, before my gaze shifts to her pussy. Our joint fluids leak from her, and not wanting my seed anywhere but inside her, I scoop it up, pushing it back inside.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

Dropping down, I inspect her cunt closely, like I’m her own personal gyno. “Making sure it all stays inside.” I push my fingers, covered in our juices, into her, before pulling them out, darting my tongue out and licking up her slit.

“Dante, stop. I need to shower before you eat me out,” she cries, her legs trying to close, and no doubt horrified that I am cleaning her with my tongue.

Gripping her thighs, I push them wide, keeping her spread wide open for me. “No. I want to taste your pussy now. After I just fucked you,” I grunt, leaving no room for argument.

Sighing, she relaxes back. “This is gross and so unhygienic. You are licking up my blood.” She groans, horrified.

Smirking, I glance up at her. “With your cunt full of my come, and your virgin blood from where I tore into your cunt. You have never tasted better, principessa.”

“I can’t deny it feels good, soothing after you stretched me to my limits,” she admits.

“Exactly. Now angel, let me do what I was put on this earth to do and look after you.”