Unspoken Obsession (Casino King #4)

35. Frankie

FRANKIE

I leave Dante in the dining room, talking to his sister on the phone, catching up on years of lost time while I make breakfast for Damion.

That call has left me shocked to my core and I think Dante is going to need some time to process everything that just happened.

He is smiling though. He is overrun by emotions, and he is smiling so much that his face is going to hurt soon.

I laugh to myself, tears of happiness threatening.

"She's alive," I whisper, realizing that everything that happened, happened for a reason - because Dani would not have been able to come out of hiding if Brandon Lux and my father weren't first removed from the picture.

She is so lucky she met Nathan. She is so lucky he went to the house that night. The things she must have experienced - I can't even imagine - but she is lucky that she has a man who loved her enough to do that for her.

After finally getting Damion settled with his cereal—which was harder than I expected, given that he's determined to finish the blanket fort for his little brother, who he thinks will arrive any second—I glance into the dining room to check if Dante is still talking.

The phone call ends, and he is just sitting at the table, staring at the blank screen.

I walk over to him and slip my arm around his neck as I slide onto his lap.

He looks up at me with a wide smile.

"I can't believe it. Was that real? Did that just happen?"

I giggle. "When will she arrive?"

"Tomorrow - late morning." He says, shaking his head, still in disbelief. "She says she likes the name Blake, and I should just get used to it." He laughs. "She hasn't changed at all. She's still cheeky and full of it - just like I remember her."

"She must have been through so much," I say.

"Yes, she must have, but Nathan is an amazing person and helped her through every moment."

"I guess we should get the guest house ready. Or would she prefer to stay in the main house?"

"Let's set them up in the guest house. I think they will enjoy the privacy and the views. And if they want to stay in the main house, we can switch it around."

All day Dante is running back and forth in a frenzy. There is nothing for him to do because the housekeepers have prepared everything, but he seems to want to get ready, is unable to wait, and needs to fill the time.

I tried a few times to get him to sit with me and watch a movie or have a glass of wine, but he is having none of it.

When he comes to bed and snuggles up to me, he is so tense with excitement that I think he will never fall asleep like this.

"Hey, are you going to get any rest tonight?" I ask, laughing at him.

"Um - I don't think so. My mind is in overdrive. I can't stop thinking?—"

I brush my hand over his chest and down beneath his pants, wrapping my hand around his cock.

"Oh." He says, as his cock hardens beneath my touch.

"I think I can help distract you, and tire you out enough so you can fall asleep."

"I think that might work." He chuckles, rolling onto me, pushing my legs apart with his hips.

I reach up and run my hands through his thick dark hair, then pull his face down and press my lips into his. His cock grows harder and pushes against me. I rock my hips upwards towards him.

My body has been screaming to be with him all day. My hormones are going crazy with this pregnancy, and I need him inside me.

I've been patient, waiting for him to come around and find his peace - but all I really had to do was drag him to the bedroom.

He tugs his pants off, kicking them down his legs beneath the blanket.

I am only wearing my oversized shirt because I had planned this all along.

He slips his hand beneath the fabric and cups my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple until it is tingling and hard. I moan as he rubs his cock up and down over my pussy, teasing me.

"Please, don't make me wait. I've waited all day." I whisper, trying to move myself so that his cock slides into me. He laughs, deep and divine, and continues to tease me.

"You are so wet -- you are dripping all over my cock." He growls, dipping just the tip of himself inside me, then pulling out again.

I growl and he laughs. "Mm. A wild fox tonight."

I lift my head and bite hard into his shoulder to release my frustration. He thrusts forward, slamming his cock into my pussy.

I let go with my teeth and cried out in pleasure.

He wraps his hand around my throat and growls back at me. "You are a naughty little fox tonight. I think I might have to punish you."

He fucks me hard for a while, letting the pleasure build up, then he pulls out and rolls me onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass into the air.

I wait for his cock to press into me again - but it's the sharp slap of his hand across my ass.

It sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cry out, my face muffled against the pillow.

My pussy throbs, pulsing with need.

He slaps me again, his fingers stinging against my clit this time. The pleasure is unbearable.

"This is what happens to naughty foxes who bite." He growls.

My breathing is heavy as I dig my fingers into the pillow.

Without warning he slams his cock into me again.

I scream and he clamps his hand over my mouth.

"Not a sound, or I will slap your pussy so hard you will throb for a week." He warns me as he thrusts deeper and harder.

I can barely hold it together.

I have never been so taken, so devoured, and possessed before in my life.

My body is his to do with as he pleases, and he is making me experience more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

His massive cock plunges deep into me, spreading me open and making my pussy pulse over him. I can feel how hard he is. He loves this. He loves being in control.

He fucks me until my legs are shaking and I can't breathe. Then he slips his hand around me and presses his thumb against my clit.

"Come all over me, little fox. I want to feel it."

I explode in violent waves of pleasure that shake me to my core. He stills inside me and releases his own pleasure, locked together and sharing the most intimate moment.

Dante lets out a heavy breath as he rolls onto his back, grabbing my waist and pulling me with him.

He holds me tight, my head resting on his chest, the widest grin spread across my lips.

I look up at his shoulder and trace over the faint outline of the bite mark. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I smile.

"I think I need to get you pregnant more often." He says with a mischievous laugh.

"I think I might misbehave more often." I giggle.

To my surprise, both of us fell asleep. And I wake up with the sunshine on my face and Dante still sleeping.

It's seven in the morning and his sister is arriving in a few hours. I want to make him a nice breakfast before she gets here. I want to do whatever I can to make this the best day for him.

Carefully I try to sneak away from his embrace, off the bed, but I hear a laugh and his arm locks around me.

"You aren't going anywhere." He grumbles in his deep morning voice.

"How am I supposed to surprise you with breakfast if you don't let me sneak away?" I sigh, leaning over and kissing him.

"I want to make breakfast with you, little fox. I want to do everything with you. You are my entire world. You, and my son and the other little one growing in your belly."

"Well, then you had better get your ass out of bed because the one growing in my belly is demanding a three-course meal of pancakes, berry oats, and avocado toast." I laugh, wiggling away again.

Dante lets me go, but he is up and out of bed to follow me before I even reach the door.

He grabs me from behind and lifts me off the floor, hugging me as he carries me into the kitchen.

Down the hall, I hear Damion waking up and calling for me.

"I'm in the kitchen, baby," I call back, still laughing.

Damion comes through rubbing his sleepy little eyes, so I scoop him into my arms, leaning against the kitchen counter and giving him a little good morning cuddle.

"Daddy is making us pancakes," I say, pointing to Dante as he pulls out mixing bowls and eggs and sugar.

"For my brother as well," Damion says to Dante.

"Actually, your brother is the one who demanded pancakes." Dante laughs, walking over to me and placing his hand over my belly.

"He's here?" Damion squealed in excitement.

"Now you've got him going again." I laugh, setting him on the floor so that he runs in overexcited circles.

Dante crouches down to his level.

"He's growing in Mommy's tummy. He's all safe and warm in there. He will only come out when he gets too big for her tummy."

"When?" Damion complains, pouting out his bottom lip.

"Did you decide the little one is a 'he' too now?" I ask, nudging Dante with my foot and pushing him off balance.

He laughs and stands up. "A family of boys. I think it will be great."

I wrap my arms around Dante's waist and hold him tight against me. My heart is so full and happy that I can't imagine my life being any more perfect than this moment.

I truly am the luckiest girl alive.

"I love you, little fox," Dante whispers against my hair.

"And me?" Damion tugs at Dante's pants. He chuckles and leans down to pick him up, squishing him in between us. "I love you the most, little guy."

"More than dinosaurs?" he asks, enjoying every minute of this.

"Even more than all the dinosaurs that ever existed anywhere."

Damion grins and wraps his tiny arms around Dante's neck. I look at the man I love, his bright blue eyes locking with mine and my heart thundering.

"My life is perfect," I whisper to him.

THE END