CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

ADELINA

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The moment Dante fills me, my world changes. I can’t explain it. It feels like two pieces of a puzzle finally connecting.

We fit.

Our eyes lock and never look away as he starts to move inside me. Not for a second. Every single beautiful and erotic feeling, we do it together.

My gangster.

I love him.

I am going to marry him.

We’ll both be different people in more ways than one when we start our new life together. I have no idea what it will entail, but I know it will be amazing.

It’s almost impossible to believe.

“Clench me tight, baby,” Dante tells me and moves my legs around the front of him, burying himself deeper. “Fuck you feel so good.”

Reaching up, he unties me, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, moving slowly in and out of me.

“No,” I answer. “You never would.”

His mouth finds mine and as his thrusts speed up, we hungrily taste one another.

Dante rolls his hips, increasing the pleasure as he hits another spot, and I arch, closing my eyes at the wonder of this man.

How did I nearly miss this?

I can’t think clearly as he slams inside me, taking us both to the edge of absolute pleasure, but I can’t help but feel this is fated.

There is danger ahead for both of us as we go on the run from an entire world of mafia families, but I want this.

I want him.

Adrenaline rushes through me as my orgasm strikes.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Dante rasps in my ear. “I’m coming with you. Always, I’ll always come with you.”

His cock swells inside me and I feel the heat of his orgasm fill me.

My arms tighten around this powerful man, who has stolen my heart.

He found me.

He never let me out of his sight.

He was protecting me, and while a part of me is still slightly miffed, I know in my heart that he was hurting not having me with him.

Because I was, too.

I pat his shoulder after he collapses on top of me for a few minutes.

“Sorry.” Dante leans on his elbow and smiles down at me.

“I love you.” I place my hand on his face.

“Yeah, you do.” He grins.

“Say it back.” I laugh.

“No. You can wait twenty-six years like I did.” He kisses my lips. “Actually fuck that. I love you. I fucking love you.” He yells the last bit, and I swear he wakes the dead.

I giggle.

I’ve done that a lot in the last hour.

When he rolls off me and returns from the bathroom with a cloth, Dante lies on his side, watching me.

“What were you crying about in the coffee shop?”

Oh.

I feel my cheeks heat. “Nothing. No. Nothing.”

His arm reaches over me and tugs me against him. “No more secrets, baby. Please tell me.”

I toss the washcloth away and sigh.

“The man looked like you. She, I think, told him she was pregnant. I...it made me realize what I’d run away from.”

Even though we are now engaged, I feel silly admitting my reaction.

“Good,” Dante says, and I blink. “Because when we are settled, I want to knock you up.”

“Maybe you just did.” I shrug.

“Are you not on birth control?”

“I forgot it,” I confess. “It’s in the bathroom back home. I was going to go to the doctor in a few days.”

He tugs me hard up against him. “Don’t say shit like that. I don’t even want to image you thinking about fucking another man.”

Neither do I.

“Then hurry up and marry me.”

“We need to discuss logistics. Do you want to marry with our real names? Or new identity? And where do you want to live?”

For the next few hours, we lie naked on my bed and plan our lives. By the time we head out for dinner, I’m truly excited about my life and future.

Smiling, I let Dante take my hand, and we walk down to the beach to eat our pizza, watching the sun go down.

Never thought I’d marry a gangster, and I most certainly didn’t think it would be Dante Baldassare.

Or maybe I did.