“Yeah. I’ll try.”
He nodded then a smile slipped across his lips. “Little Aida. If you stay, I’m going to make you my wife. I hope you believe me by now.”
“I do,” I whispered.
“Good. Go sleep in your own bed tonight. You might as well enjoy a few nights to yourself. Soon, I’m going to keep you in mine.”
I stared at him, my pulse racing fast. He smirked and leaned his head back, and I saw the cocky, arrogant, powerful man return to him.
“Good night, Dante.”
“Good night, Aida.”
I left the bathroom and moved through his room. I glanced back once to find his head still resting back against the tub, the water trickling in around him. He looked beautiful, his shoulders and arms ripped, his face handsome and defined.
I turned and walked through the quiet house to my room and locked the door behind me.
19
Dante
I woke up early the next morning, my body aching all over. I could feel the stitches burning in my side and I felt like I got hit by a fucking truck. I managed to roll over and sit on the edge of my bed for a long moment, staring down at the floor.
I brought Aida into danger. I did something stupid and selfish, all because I wanted to show her a good time. I wanted to reward her for being good. I wanted to get her a beautiful dress, dance with her, let her know that life with me wouldn’t just be hiding out in a fucking house in the suburbs.
Instead, we nearly got killed. If those guys had been professionals or members of Vlas’s crew, they would’ve done the job. I got lucky, all because Vlas had to use some nobodies. That was the only way they’d get into my club, the only way they’d get close.
I grunted and got up. I brushed my teeth, showered, pulled on some sweats and a gray t-shirt. I was exhausted from dragging those bodies off and throwing them into the river, and all I wanted to do was sleep.
But I had work. I couldn’t disappear for a full day without problems, not when we were in the middle of a war.
I walked down the steps and hesitated as I moved down the hall. Aida’s door was still shut. I pressed my ear against it and felt the cool wood against the side of my face. I couldn’t hear anything, and I slowly turned the knob. It was unlocked and turned easily.
The door opened a crack. I looked inside and saw her body lying on the bed, partially covered with the sheets. She wore a pair of black panties and a white shirt. Her hair was spilled around her head and she was breathing deep and slow, still asleep.
I stared at the line of her leg, leading up to her firm ass, and saw just a hint of her pussy. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me with a soft click.
She stirred as I walked to the end of the bed. I pulled the sheets off her, staring at her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see the outline of her breasts and nipples through the thin fabric.
My heart hammered in my chest. She moved again, let out a little groan, and her eyes blinked open. She frowned, looked at me, looked at the clock. “Dante?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
I got onto the bed and kissed her thigh. She bit her lip and stared at me as I rolled her over onto her stomach and kissed up her thighs, up to her perfect ass. I took her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her hips lifted to let me slide them over, and I unwrapped her pussy like a present. She let out a little gasp as I left her panties around her knees and spread her ass wide.
I licked her top to bottom. I growled with pleasure and joy as I tasted her beautiful skin. Her groans filled my ears and my heart pounded a steady rhythm in my chest as I licked her faster, tongue sliding inside her then back out. She grabbed the pillow tight as I reached up along her back, my hands moving up her shirt, feeling her smooth skin.
I pulled my hands back and slapped her ass. She gasped and looked at me, almost angry, and I just smirked. I slid my fingers inside and she was already getting soaked. I moved them deep and curled them, fucking her and sliding them along the roof of her cunt. She wiggled her hips and let out a soft groan before I moved my fingers out and cupped her pussy, fingers spreading her until I could rub her clit in slow and soft circles.
Her groans made me so fucking hard I could barely breathe. I took my hand away and ripped off my shirt. “Dante,” she whispered.
I grabbed her hair and leaned over her. “Don’t talk,” I growled in her ear then spanked her ass hard. She gasped and I pushed her down into the pillows before leaning back and taking off my sweatpants. I took them off, followed by my boxer briefs, and she just watched me. I saw her eyes widen as I knelt behind her again, stroking my stiff, thick cock.
She wiggled her hips and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. She groaned as I spit in my hand and rubbed it along my cock. She stared at me, mouth hanging open, and I smirked as I pressed the tip of my cock against her waiting, wet pussy.
I slid inside her and let out a growl of pure pleasure.
My injuries faded away. All the bruises, the stiches, the pain receded as her tight pussy wrapped around my shaft. I slid in and out, letting her soaked spot slick around my cock. I grabbed her hair with my left hand, held her wrists
