CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DALIA

"What?"

He stares at me seriously as he removes his shirts, a black button down, as well as the Las Vegas t-shirt I bought him, and says, "I've been fucking my hand for six goddamn years. You're all I've thought about. How could I put my dick inside another woman, knowing what you felt like?"

My mind is absolutely reeling and suddenly I feel like a whore. I've been with two other men after Aries, two men, but zero orgasms. There's that thing where men say they plan to ruin you for all other men, but it sounds unbelievable. That's what he did to me. No other man came close and he was right. I thought about him while I was with them and still I couldn't get there. I spot a tattoo on his chest I've never seen, I reach out and touch it. A blue dahlia with the words, ‘one lifetime is not enough,' and I gasp, "Aries."

"Get on the bed, baby. I'm going to make you come on my tongue, because I'm probably not going to last very long."

I watch him remove his pants, fighting back the moan trying to escape at the sight of the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on. A part of me still can't believe he's here.

"I need you inside me, Aries. That's all I need."

He chuckles as he climbs on the bed between my legs, "I want that too, baby. So much, and you'll get my cock, but I need this more. You're done fucking fools that can't satisfy you."

I flash him a questioning look and he chuckles again as he moves on top of me, "Yeah, baby I know. Not because I'm a better fuck than any other man, although I am, but because nobody could ever have with you what I did, what I do."

Running his hand down my cheek, he drags his thumb over my lips, "I'm never letting you out of my sight again. I'll follow you to the ends of the goddamn earth. You're mine, and I swear to God, Dalia, if you ever let another man touch what's mine again, I'll burn this entire world down."

Leaning down, he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, lets go and kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine while he grinds his cock against my clit has me ready to explode. I run my hands through his hair, bucking my hips upwards, trying to increase the contact I need desperately. He breaks the kiss with a chuckle and moves down my body, swiping his tongue over one nipple and then the other, "Greedy girl, you made me wait for six years, now it's your turn." Sucking one and then the other into his mouth, he has already turned me into a whimpering mess.

"Please, Aries. Please."

Running his tongue down my abdomen, he stops and licks and kisses my scar, before settling between my legs, "Good girl. I do love it when you beg, but you need to come for me first."

He dips his tongue inside my pussy, causing me to buck my hips again and yell louder than I meant to, his eyes are on mine, he never takes them from me. He groans when he pulls his tongue out of me and attacks my clit with it, I fist the sheets as he hits my clit over and over again with fast flicks of his tongue. The feeling becomes so intense, I try to close my legs, and he growls a deep rumbling sound and pins my legs back, "Fucking take it. You owe me this much, Dalia. Give me every drop of that cum. You'll get my dick inside this pretty pussy after you fucking drench my face, and not a second before."

He slides two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit, hard and I cry out, "Aries!"

I have tried so many times to fuck myself with my fingers the way he does, but the results are always disappointing. He curves his fingers inside me and it's like he hit a detonator. I cry out repeatedly as my back arches off the bed, and my vision goes blurry, I'm panting like a goddamn dog, as I writhe with the strongest orgasm I've ever had. Pulling his fingers out of me, he gets onto his knees as he stares at me with wonder, "You squirt now? Jesus. Just when I think you can't get any more perfect, you do."

"I what?"

He wipes my wetness from his face with his hand and then licks it off, "You squirted for me like the fucking good girl you are."

I cover my face with my hands, "Oh my God. I thought that was a myth. Do a lot of women do that?"

Chuckling as he climbs over me, he shrugs, after planting his arms on either side of me, "I don't have the statistics, baby, but I don't think it's common, however, you doing it? That's hot as fuck because you did it for me. Only me."

He lines up his cock with my entrance and he groans as our bodies make contact, "You should know when I am inside you again, my obsession will only grow. I'll never let you slip through my hands again. I'll have security on you twenty-four seven, because I'll never risk living without you again."

Leaning down, he ghosts his lips over mine, "Jesus, baby, I've wanted this for so long," he swipes his tongue over my lips before our lips meet in a hard kiss, while he pushes his cock inside me. My gasp and his groan are loud in the quiet house.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his back, and pull him down on top of me, "I don't want to hurt you, Dalia."

Gazing in his eyes, I admit, "I need to feel your weight, so I know this is real."

He pulls out and pushes back inside me and bottoms out, "Is that real enough for you, Wife?"

I giggle, "I'm not your wife anymore."

"To me, you are. And legally, you will be again."

ARIES

I lift myself off her and fall back on my knees, pinning her legs so her feet are up at her ears, I slam into her with hard punishing thrusts. She looks stunning like this, at my mercy, with nothing she can do other than take my cock.

"Aries," she whimpers as she's taken into another climax. When Dalia comes, it's unlike any other woman I've been with. The way she looks, sounds, and clenches my cock, sends me into overdrive.

"Good girl. This little pussy is mine, and I intend to fuck it all goddamn night long."

"Aries," she cries out after her third orgasm and I can't fucking handle it anymore. I, for the first time in my life, never wanted to come, because I wanted this moment to last forever, but as the tingling starts in my spine and my dick starts to pulse, I know I've lost the battle, as I come inside my fucking everything . Rolling over, I take her with me, because I'm not letting her go. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against my chest. "I'm sorry, Aries."

Brushing her hair out of her face I ask, "What for?"

I feel the wetness from her tears on my chest, "For not telling you about your son. For not listening when you wanted to explain about the past. Everything."

Leaning down, I kiss her on the forehead, "You should have told me. I understand your reasoning but I missed so much, and I would've never walked away from him."

"I wish I could make it up to you," she whispers, while tracing the dahlia tattoo on my chest, and I chuckle, "I have a way for you to start."

She slaps my chest, "You can't mention sex when we're talking about our son."

"Filthy girl. I was talking about you showing me his room. I want to know everything. Before I see him tomorrow I need to know who he is so I'm not going in blind."

We get up and she puts on a short silk bathrobe, and I grab my boxers and t-shirt and put them on.

She glances affectionately at the shirt, "I didn't think you'd ever wear that."

I sigh as I think back to what this stupid shirt meant to me, "I've worn it every day for six years."

"Doesn't it get dirty?"

Chuckling, I say, "Well, I wash it."

She runs her hand down my chest, circling her fingers around the letters on it, "You have enough money, you could go to Vegas and buy a hundred of them."

I gaze at her as I shake my head at her, completely missing the point, "I can't stand t-shirts. You bought this for me, it's the only reason I wear it and I only wore it then because I didn't have you."

Standing on her tippy toes, she kisses me softly, "You're getting sentimental in your old age, Mr. Lombardi."

Smacking her ass, I groan, "Only for you. Now show me my boy's room."

We walk into the room and my eyes widen as I take in the decor of the room. Baseball everything. It takes me back to my childhood when baseball was literally my life. A bat hangs on the wall along with a glove, and I chuckle at the chair in the corner, that's shaped like a baseball glove. She follows the direction of my gaze, "That's his reading chair."

There are six bookshelves lined with rows and rows of books. Toys fill the toybox in the corner of the room, but it's the bedside table beside the twin bed that catches my eye the most. I step forward and grab the picture and stare at it. It's not the four De Luca brothers in the photo that I'm staring at, it's the little boy with them. My son. Suddenly I can't fucking breathe. While keeping my eyes on my boy, I sink onto his bed and tears stream down my face.

Weak fucking bastard.

I vow to myself in this moment to never be the taunting voice he hears in his head. The one that threatens to beat the shit out of him if he makes mistakes. My father was a shit dad, but I don't ever want to be that for my son. I'll never be a good man, that ship fucking sailed a long time ago, but I can be a good father, but then reality crashes in on me.

"What if he hates me?"

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she touches my leg tenderly, "He won't."

"Okay, but what if he does?"

"Aries, he doesn't hate anybody and he's going to adore you, like I do."

Glancing up at her, I ask, "You adore me?"

She rolls her eyes at me, "Aries, I love you. I always have and I always will."

Dalia gets up and sits on the bed beside me, kissing the pathetic tears on my cheek, she whispers, "Just go at his pace, please, and everything will be fine."