The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

He shakes his head. "You changed that. Baby or not, I knew the minute you walked into this house, I could never let you leave. I wanted you. I needed you. And I figured that was enough for me to keep you here forever. But then you went and spent every damn minute of every damn day making me fall in love with you too."

A sob wells in my throat and I swallow it down. He loves me.

"You never have to thank me, Kat, because you have given me everything. Or maybe I just took it and you didn't really give it at all, but it's mine now. You're mine and I will never let you go. I meant it when I said I would die to protect you and I would scorch this world before I ever let anyone hurt you or our child."

"You didn't just take it from me," I whisper as a tear rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb.

"I gave it all willingly. I'm yours, Dante. Only ever yours."

"Vita mia," he says softly, his warm breath dancing over my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. "What does that mean?"

"My life."

"Vita mia." I repeat, smiling as I'm filled with a happiness that I thought I'd never feel again. How is it that the devil called Dante Moretti, a man with so much darkness in him, could become the light in my previously bleak existence? "And that other thing you said in your toast?"

"Sei la cosa più bella che mi sia mai capitata?"

"Yes."

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Wow! "I am?"

"Hmm," he murmurs as his hands glide down my body, over my huge belly and over the curve of my hips until he's squeezing my ass in his palms. "Enough talking. I believe I have some duties to take care of."

"If it's a duty, you're not doing it right," I purr, parroting what he told his brother a few minutes earlier.

"Well, maybe I'll make you come a few times and then you can tell me if I'm doing it right," he growls as his fingers easily find the concealed zipper of my dress.

"Oh, you always do it right," I breathe as he slides the zipper down slowly while he trails soft kisses over my neck.

A few seconds later, my beautiful wedding gown lies in a pool of fabric at my feet. He looks at my cream lace panties and growls his appreciation as he slips his hand inside.

"These are sexy as fuck on you. I'm going to buy you a pair in every color."

"Hmm, I'd like that," I giggle as he starts to rub his fingers over my clit. I run my hands over his chest, fingering the buttons of his white shirt but he catches my wrist with his free hand.

"Not yet, kitten. Let me take care of you first."

I smile at him. "I guess I can live with that."

"I hope so, because I'm going to be taking care of you a whole lot."

He pushes me to lie on the bed before kneeling on the floor between my thighs. I shiver in anticipation as he slowly pulls my panties off, squirming as his fingers brush softly over my skin. "Please," I murmur as my body burns with heat and desire.

"I've been waiting to taste my wife's beautiful pussy all day." He starts to trail kisses up my thighs. "You're already so wet, Kat. I wish you could see your cunt glistening with your juices." "What do you expect? I've been staring at you in that tux all day."

"I might just wear it more often."

His tongue swirls over my skin at the top of my thighs, so close to where I want him but tantalizingly far away. But when he slips two fingers deep into me, I forget about his mouth for a second as my back arches in pleasure and I moan his

name.

"That what you wanted, kitten? You need me inside you?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"Soon," he whispers as he slides his fingers out of me again and my pussy quivers at the loss of him.

"Can you lift your hips for me a little?" he asks before he seals his mouth over my clit and flicks it with his expert tongue.

I groan in pleasure as I lift my hips like he asked, and he takes the opportunity to slide his two fingers into my ass.

"Fuck, Dante," I hiss at the delicious feeling of him stretching me wide as he eats my pussy. He slides his fingers gently in and out of my ass as he sucks and nibbles and licks the length of my folds. Circling my clit before moving to my hot entrance and back again. When I start grinding myself on his face and his fingers, desperate for some release, he fucks my ass harder while he feasts on my pussy like he's been desperate to taste me forever and might never get the chance again.

My orgasm builds in a slow, rolling wave that makes my entire body hum with pleasure and heat. Every nerve ending is tingling with electric pleasure.

"Oh, God, Dante," I whimper as he keeps me on the edge.

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"Come on my tongue, kitten," he murmurs against my skin as he presses his fingers in an upward motion and I'm sure he just hit my G-spot from inside my ass because stars flicker in my horizon as my climax bursts through me and I almost pass out under a blanket of warm ecstasy.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I lie back, panting for breath and trying to stop my head from spinning, only vaguely aware of him standing up and disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water quickly follows before it shuts off again and he's stalking back toward the bed like a lion after its prey, pulling his clothes off with every step he takes until he's completely naked.

"My turn to take care of you," I say, licking my lips as I stare at his beautiful thick cock.

"Tomorrow morning, you can wake me up with the best head of my life," he says as he crawls over me, pulling me up the bed with him until my head is resting on the pillows.

"But tonight is all about you, Mrs. Moretti. Let me fucking worship you."

"Well, in that case, you can worship me as much as you like," I breathe as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I worship at the altar of your ass every single day already," he says with a wink.

I bite on my lip. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

A frown crosses his handsome face. "No, you haven't."

"I do. I love you more than you will ever know. That day you took me, you saved me, Dante Moretti."

"You saved me first, kitten," he says and then he seals his mouth over mine as he slides his cock deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he claims me for his own.

And I am his. In every single way.

IT'S ALMOST four a. m. by the time my machine of a husband finally declares that he's tired and can't go one more round. Which is fine by me because I think I'm already drunk on orgasms. I fear another one might see me leave this mortal plane pretty sure I barely survived the last one.

"Today was perfect." I sigh contentedly as I lie in his arms.

"It was," he mumbles sleepily.

"After my mini anxiety attack in the car anyway." I laugh as I nestle my cheek against his chest.

His muscles tense. "What anxiety attack?" he asks, suddenly alert now.

"Oh, it was nothing. I was being silly," I say dismissively hoping he won't press me further.

"You having an anxiety attack on our wedding day isn't nothing, Kat."

"It wasn't exactly a full-blown anxiety attack. I just freaked out for a minute."

"Freaked out about what?" he asks as the muscles in his body grow tenser.

How the hell do I tell him that I was worried he was going to kill me and our unborn baby before we got to the church?

"Kat?" he asks again, his voice dropping an octave and sending a shiver through my bones.

"When the car detoured, I panicked a little. Then I saw Mia and I almost burst out crying with happy tears instead.

It was a wonderful surprise, and so thoughtful. Thank you."

He completely ignores the latter part of what I just said.

"Instead of what?"

"Huh?"

"You almost cried happy tears instead of what? Why did you have an anxiety attack, Kat?"

I shudder at his tone. It's that don't make me ask you again one he has that makes grown men weep and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "I just thought... just for a moment... Joey was acting strangely and wouldn't tell me where we were going...and those guards of yours might as well be mute..." "Kat!"

"I thought of your ex-fiancée and I wondered -" "If I was going to murder you and our child?" he interrupts me, his tone clipped and dripping with anger.

That sounds so awful when he says it aloud, but I'm not going to apologize for feeling that way. The truth is he did murder Nicole Santangelo right before their wedding.

"I still know so little about what happened between you and her, Dante. I panicked. This morning I didn't know for certain whether you really wanted this with me, or you felt obligated because I got pregnant."

"We got pregnant," he snaps.

"Then tonight, you said that it wouldn't have mattered and we'd be together anyway and I believe you. But this morning... I was emotional and I just wanted to get to the church to see you. It was just a moment of panic, that's all." He squeezes me tighter, sliding one hand to the back of my neck and holding me against him.

"Get some sleep, kitten," he says softly.