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January 8 - January 10, 2024
“Lottatrice mia.” The low purr of his British-Italian accent hooked through my gut
Because he’s hot I think this is hot but I wonder etf this would sound like
“If you cannot sleep, Elena, perhaps I can find something else to occupy your busy mind.”
Yuhhhh they’re gonna fuck!!
It was Dante’s unique charm that convinced you he might as easily kiss you as kill you.
That’s so hot
“Kissing you is the sweetest agony,”
Me and who?!!
one big hand moved to my throat. The feel of him collaring me that way should have been deplorable. Instead, it felt like the most exquisite necklace, one I wanted to wear with pride forevermore.
AOMRTHINGS HAPPENNING TO ME
Forget the past, Elena, because I am the only man in your future.”
“You don’t understand this yet, but you do not need your armor all the time now. Not when you have me.” He lipped the edge of my jaw all the way up to my ear, where he spoke his next words on a purr. “I will be your sword.”
I took the seat across from Dante and smiled when he extended his leg so that our shoes were pressed together.
“In New York, you were my champion, hmm? My lawyer and my advocate striving to keep me safe. Well, Napoli is my courtroom. Put down your weapons, relax your shields. For once in your life, you do not have to fight all your own battles. I will fight for you. Here and now, I will be your champion. Do you trust me?”
“Come and meet your future wife, Dante. She’s missed you. While you are getting reacquainted, I will entertain the lovely Elena.”
Im so scared rn
And suddenly, the idea of her trailing a gun down my body was hotly erotic.
Whoever is against this love suffers and then dies.
“I feel like all you ever do is give to me,”
“And there will never be a time where I want to be parted from you so get the idea of going to New York alone out of your head. You belong by my side.”
“Because you’re Elena and I’m Dante,” I corrected. “I belong at your side just the same.”
Sex was on my brain anytime Dante was in the same vicinity as me. I couldn’t look at those densely muscled hands without imagining how his thumb might taste sucked into my mouth. I couldn’t sit across from him at the breakfast table without running my toe over the crisp hair of his calf just to have the intense thrill of his skin against my own. I wanted to bite him until bruises blossomed like tattoos of my ownership. I wanted to fuck him until all that power in those muscles and bones melted away, and he was lax and vulnerable with spent ecstasy.
Ms girl got her first orgasm and she’s out for blood!!
That he didn’t care what his best friend thought because he loved me too much to change his mind now.
Was it impossible to find a man who hadn’t loved one of my sisters first? Was I always destined to be second choice?
Im pushing back my tears so much im getting nauseous
“I’ve never been the first choice,” I croaked. “And I won’t settle anymore for second place. I need some space. Don’t follow me, Dante.”
Dante had loved her once. Of course, he had, almost every man I’d ever known had fallen in love with Cosima at one point or another. She was everything I wasn’t, likeable and loving, passionate and sensual, gorgeous and wise.
Something is wrong me my my eyes are BURNING
Was there something in me that reminded him of her the way it had with Christopher and Giselle? Was he using me to make her jealous? Was he wishing every day that I was someone else?
It is a privilege to know you intimately. It is an honor to know you and I won’t ever take that for granted.
It was possible I’d overreacted.
I mean my love it’s a trigger for a reason you’ve got hella trauma
Mirabella Ianni gaped at me over her lover’s shoulder, her pink mouth still wet from her kisses.
TEAAAAA
Love makes animals of us all, all instinct and heart with no capacity for reason.
“Some people have hobbies, art, music, playing sport. Mine is learning you.”
But it was too good of an opportunity to waste. Oh, I could have done it another way. Hired someone or asked a favor. But this required a personal touch. My touch. After all, it was my wife he’d abused and turned against herself.
my jaw dropped
“Capo,” she said then, as if my name was God’s. “Elena.” I walked to the edge of the cell and pushed my hand through. “Prove to me you aren’t some golden dream.” She moved to me immediately, lacing our fingers, kissing each of my knuckles worshipfully. “I missed you so much. I can’t even explain how much.”
Im sick
Whoever is against this love, suffers and then dies.
We weren’t perfect, far from it, but that was why I thought we were meant to be. Our jagged edges met beautifully.
