Ruined in Vows (Marchetti Family #3)

62. Allegra

Chapter 62

Allegra

Two months later…

M y back arches, pleasure gripping every inch of my body.

It takes everything inside me to keep my gaze on the man with his head between my legs, eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.

My husband.

We are currently on our belated honeymoon; on the private island Nico owns.

The last couple of months have been a mixture of frustration and pure bliss.

Dante has been working hard with Dr. Baddour and his team, and though his memories haven’t fully returned, some have. When one memory returned, it was like a domino effect. Dr. Baddour explained it in terms we could easily understand. My husband’s mind was a door that had been locked, and it took a while, but Dante had finally found the key to unlock his memories.

He is slowly remembering things from his past, our past, and I have every hope that eventually, he will recall everything – though my husband is still not completely convinced and constantly tells me that he is satisfied with the memories he has recovered.

After the shooting, I stayed in the hospital for a week as per my husband’s wishes. He was frightened I would gain an infection, or worse, and thought it best I stay where I was receiving the best medical care.

Though Dante hasn’t outright told me, I knew Riccardo died at my husband’s hands, along with Vincenzo, Caterina, and Benito. Was it immoral of me, that I couldn’t bring myself to feel any empathy toward the people who played a part in separating me from the love of my life and making me believe he was dead?

I certainly didn’t think so.

As for the Bratva, with Nico now at the head of the Commission, and the Five Families that made it up working together instead of against each other, the Russians, lead by Anatoly Novikov, have all but backed off.

Dante also informed me that Franco Romano had accepted the lie he was told about his son. Seemingly, he wasn’t even surprised about Riccardo’s traitorous ways, having had his suspicions for a while now. Franco informed Antonio Lucchese that Riccardo received what was coming to him and if he could betray the commission, he would no doubt not think twice about betraying his family. He wanted an heir he could trust and Rocco, his middle son, would now take over the Romano famiglia when it was time.

It was a win win all round.

As long as they didn’t suspect my husband, we could live our life in peace – or as peaceful as could be expected when you lived in our world.

“Fuck, principessa , your pussy is my addiction,” Dante growls, dragging me from my thoughts. Circling my hole with his tongue a couple times, he plunges it inside me.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

“No, baby. Your fucking husband,” he drawls.

He latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he pumps two thick fingers into me. Pleasure tightens my stomach, my legs shaking as an orgasm races through me.

“Dante,” I call out his name like a prayer, coming all over his fingers.

My body slumps back against the mattress, satisfied and spent. Dante’s head pops up from between my legs. He licks his lips, cleaning up my release, before bringing his fingers that were inside me to his mouth and sucking on them. His feral gaze never leaves mine as he laps at the digits. My breathing shallows, lips parting. It's such an erotic view, I think I could come just from the sight of it.

As if my husband knows exactly what I am thinking, the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. “You like that, angel? Like watching me lose control just from the taste of you?” he asks it as a question, but it's rhetorical.

Still, I nod my head, licking my lips as they drop to his very hard, thick, angry looking cock.

Gripping himself, he strokes up and down a couple times. Pre cum beads at the tip of his cock and I want nothing more than to taste him. I move to do just that, but his voice stops me in my tracks.

“No, principessa . Tonight, I want to come in your pussy not your mouth,” he growls.

I roll my hips up into him, silently telling him that I want the same. He grins, only for it to fall when his gaze lands on the red, raised scar on my waist. The same guilt and shame that always slides through his dark eyes when he lays his eyes on the raised skin, shines through and I know if I don’t act quickly, he will withdraw from me.

Sitting up, I cup his cheeks, drawing his gaze back to me. “Stop. If it is going to make you feel guilty every time you look at it, then I can cover up–”

He cuts me off before I can finish. “No. You will never hide any part of your beautiful skin from me, you hear me?” I nod my agreement. He sighs, “It’s just going to take time.” He reaches down, stroking the raised skin with his thumb. “I did this to you. It is not something I can just get over. I would never willingly hurt you. But still, I did. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t want you to hate yourself,” I whisper, brushing my lips across his.

He smiles, lowering me to the mattress. His cock finds my entrance as if it’s a magnet, and he thrusts into me. I cry out, my back bowing as he stretches me wide open. “You’re my angel and being inside you is heaven. I never want to leave.” He groans, lifting his hips to pull out of me before slamming back inside. His gaze locks on mine, burning at the edges, his stare intense as he slows his pace. “The moment you looked at me that night in Las Vegas, I felt our souls align. I didn’t understand it but nevertheless, it was there. You felt like the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. From the depths of the hell I was living in, you appeared like an angel, bringing me back from the edge of the insanity and confusion I felt.”

Tears prick my eyes, a sob bursting from my throat. “Dante,”

He leans down, kissing my mouth, cheeks, chin, temple. “I didn’t know where I belonged in this world. Not until the moment I saw you again. So, thank you. Thank you for fighting for me. For loving me. For saving me.”

I shake my head, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. My breath hitches in my throat when Dante licks them up. “You saved me too. I was lost. So, lost. And you found me. You may not have known me at that moment when you saw me again, but your soul did. And I thank every god in the universe for that. For making you feel something that you couldn’t see.”

He squeezes his eyes shut as if my words pain him. They snap open, sparkling and vibrant.

“I love you my angel. My principessa . My wife.”

“I love you, too,” I respond instantly. “Now make love to me.”

He chuckles, shifting his hips and hitting a part inside of me that has me seeing stars. “Marry me.” It’s not a question but more of a demand.

Frowning, my eyes snap to his. “But we are already married.”

“Yeah, I know. But I want to do it properly. With all of our family and friends. I want you to have the wedding you dreamed of.” He reaches down, circling my clit with his thumb.

Gasping, my back bows, legs tightening around his waist. “Yes,” I cry out.

He smashes his lips to mine in a triumphant kiss. My orgasm hits me, pussy clamping down around Dante’s cock and drawing out his own release.

“Fuck,” he groans as we come together.

His dick thickens, jerking as warmth fills my insides.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sigh in contentment, pulling him close to me.

There are only two words to describe this moment, and I hope we feel it for the rest of our lives.

Pure bliss.

Because after everything we have been through together and alone… We deserve it.

We deserve every piece of happiness.

And I will do everything to ensure we receive it.