“You like this, don’t you?” There was an edge to his words, a warning.
I kept my teeth firmly clamped around the lace, too afraid to say anything back. His cock slipped free. My body jerked back, already missing the feeling of total fullness. But I didn’t have to wait for him long. I felt the tip pressing against my entrance once again, slipping between them.
“I’m not fucking you for your pleasure,” he muttered darkly. “You’re mine to use for my pleasure, as any good mafia wife should be.”
Fuck you, I thought savagely.
He must have sensed my thoughts. Another slap made my ass cheeks bounce, another to make me cry out through the lace. “I gave you time to adjust. I was there for you. Now it’s time for you to finally act like my fucking wife, Sienna.”
His cock thrust into me painfully, plunging to the hilt. His strokes were brutal, pressing me further into the mattress before it bounced me back up, sliding along his length. Over and over, he pounded me from behind, his grip on my hair tightening. I could hear him muttering breathlessly, his words washing over me in waves of mutual hatred and desire.
“My cunt. My slut.” With each word, he fucked me harder, using my body as if he really did completely own me.
I needed to cum, needed to release what was so quickly building up inside. I forced the lace from my mouth. “Please, Dante.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I gave a low whine, unable to hold back. He must have seen the look on my face, how close I was.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He yanked my head back until his teeth were at my neck. The pain jolted me out of the haze of pleasure.
“Dante, please.” I needed this. I needed to give in to the pleasure, or I’d lose my fucking mind.
“Not yet,” he growled. His fucking intensified, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh growing louder, more chaotic.
“Dante!”
“Mine,” he snarled, thrusting in one last time. His body trembled as I felt his hot seed spill into me, filling me so completely.
I couldn’t hold it back. Wave after wave of pure pleasure flooded through my body. I gasped, my fingers gripping the covers for dear life as my pussy clenched around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against my sweat-slicked back. I couldn’t speak, my orgasm still fading to small tremors.
And then, without saying a word, he slipped away. Confused, I turned. Buttoning his pants as he went, Dante shut the bedroom door behind him, not even bothering to look back.
For a moment, I just lay there, still registering what had just happened. He’d used me and left. Gotten whatever power he could from overtaking me and bending me to his will and just…walked out. Even if he was legally my husband, it made me feel dirty. Used. Discarded.
Angry.
I could hear the bathroom door shut in the hall before the water splashed into the sink. I could feel what he’d left behind slowly slipping between my inner thighs. The confusion and anger wrapped itself around my shoulders as I slowly stood, making my way to my own bathroom. Switching on the faucet, I slipped into the shower, wishing I could scrub away the memory of him inside me, of his hands on my skin.
Before, I’d wondered if he was on his father’s side or mine. Now, I knew he was on his own side, playing his own games. Dante had stepped back just enough to let me take the title of Don, but tonight had clearly showed me he wasn’t going to give up whatever power he had left. That much was clear.
My mind flashed back to the literal writing on the wall. In blood. It wasn’t a surprise that the Snake would be coming after me next. It seemed their goal was to take out the Rosania family. Maybe they’d move on to the Scarano’s after. Maybe not. All I knew was that they clearly had it out for us in particular. That left way too many suspects on the list. For one, it could still be Dante’s family. It could even be Dante himself. It was too convenient for him to be knocked out in another room while everything happened in the hall just outside.
But I wasn’t ready to fully admit that it could be him. And that feeling alone bothered me more than any murdering ghost hellbent on destroying my family.
EIGHT
DANTE
Iwaited until I thought she would finally be asleep to head back into the bedroom. Still, even then, I stopped just outside, hand hovering over the doorknob. I’d let her take the title tonight, but I’d also reminded her that she wasn’t the only one holding the cards. It had come to me in that closet, watching her undress.
She didn’t trust me. Hell, she probably still had my family’s name at the top of her suspect's list, especially after finding me knocked out in that room. I saw the suspicion in her eyes and heard her voice's subtle disbelief. Being a partner wasn’t enough for Sienna. She was used to always having someone there—whether it was Mateo or some other member of her family.
I’d already shown that I could be her partner. Now, I needed to move forward with my plan. Sienna might be different than all the others, but she was still a woman—and she was a woman with power. Control. The more control she had on the outside, the more she’d want to lose it in the bedroom. It was just basic psychology, and it was something I could use to my advantage.
This game we played, balancing a war between an unknown enemy and my greedy father, was like walking a tightrope. One wrong step, and we could both be sent tumbling.