Savage Lover: A Dark Mafia Romance (Brutal Birthright Book 3)

Destiny.

That’s what Dante called us.

He’s right.

Being in his strong arms, feeling him still twitching deep inside of me, there is nothing else. Where we are, who is around, what just happened, none of those things matter. It’s just me and him finally surrendering to each other after fighting it for so long.

Over twenty years.

Waiting seems so stupid now. Leaving him does too. The excuses I made to not be with Dante all disappear. The kidnapping, the shooting, the rivalry with the Russians that won’t be going away anytime soon, all those things can wait until tomorrow.

I just couldn’t go another second without him. I needed his hands on me, his mouth, to feel him moving inside of me.

Dante had already gotten under my skin, invaded every thought in my head, and held my heart hostage. He may as well put his gun to the organ because it’s impossible for me to stop loving him. He could shred me apart, and there’s nothing I could do about it.

It’s a gamble I’m willing to take.

The sound of sirens approaching put a damper on our moment, smothering most of the blissful haze clouding my thoughts, but not completely.

Lifting my head from his shoulder, I actually take in our surroundings again. There are dead men going up in flames within the SUV, ones who just kidnapped me. They all deserve to burn to ashes.

“We need to leave, don’t we?” I ask Dante.

“Unfortunately.”

When he lifts my bottom up to unimpale me from his still half-hard cock, we both groan at the loss.

I reach down to fix the cups of my bra and then go still when gravity causes a gush of fluids to slip from inside of me. I know Dante can’t get me pregnant, and I trust him to get tested for everything regularly with his active sex life. It’s just messy. “It would be nice to have underwear now,” I tell him. “You left a gallon between my legs.”

Chuckling, Dante presses a kiss to my forehead and says, “Cleanup with your bloody shirt then we’ll toss it in the fire.” He removes his hands from my bottom to fix his pants, then removes his shoulder holster to begin unbuttoning his light blue button down. I didn’t even take the time to remove all of his clothing. Later. I will get this man naked later and spend a very long time kissing and touching every incredible inch of him I can reach while he’s inside of me. “You can wear my shirt home.”

Dante slips the material down his arms and helps me slide his shirt on. He even takes the time to button every little button as if he’s not in a hurry even with blue lights on the horizon.

Kneeling in just his snug white tee and dress pants, the dark tattoos on his arms clearly visible, he’s not nearly as intimidating. No, he just looks mouthwateringly sexy, not dangerous. No wonder he prefers the suit. If he walked around looking like this all the time, he’d be mobbed by women everywhere he went.

“Where’s your jacket?” I can’t help but ask when he gets his shoulder holster back on again.

“No clue. It must still be in my office. I can’t say it was a priority when I got the call that you had been kidnapped.”

“You had your men watching me?”

“Only two. I fucking hate that they weren’t fast enough to stop them from leaving with you. At least they were able to follow.”

“There was no time to grab my gun either. I was in the parking lot one second and the next…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry I left you. If I hadn’t…well, he knows who I am now, Dante. And I’m not sure what he might do.” I remind him about the problem with my father.

“We’ll figure out a way to take him out together,” he says. “I’m not even sure he picked you up in retaliation for me killing his men.”

“You aren’t?”

“Maybe I’m wrong. It’s possible. But losing the three mothers to my daughters, then you are taken…it seems like too big of a coincidence.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper in understanding as my stomach drops. “You think my father killed them all to retaliate for you refusing to marry me?”

“Yes,” he says simply. “We’ll talk about this more later. For now…”

“I’ll clean up before cum drips all over your pants, then we can leave.” I grab onto his shoulders to stand up.

“Too late,” he says, holding my waist to stop me from getting up. His handsome face is suddenly crestfallen, solemn, like he lost someone he loved. “You and I…we would’ve made beautiful babies together.”

I didn’t cry when I was kidnapped, or when they were about to assault me. I didn’t shed a tear when the shooting started or when it was all over. But Dante’s words of regret nearly break me.

Cupping the sides of his face, trailing my fingertips down his scruffy beard, I tell him, “I know we won’t ever have any children together, but we can share the four beautiful, pain in the ass ones we do have. And then our grandkids someday soon…”

“Don’t even joke about that shit, butterfly.”

Smiling, I give him a quick kiss on the lips, and he releases my waist so I can go clean up with my destroyed shirt.

Dante carries me through the casino, both of us such a mess that all eyes follow us. There’s blood in my hair, and all I’m wearing is his blue button-down that’s swallowing me whole. Dante’s in his snug white T-shirt and has dirt all over his pants, his gun visible in his shoulder holster.

The elevator is packed and slower than usual, or at least it seems that way.

And when we finally walk through the penthouse doors, I wasn’t expecting to be confronted by anyone. Sophie and Cass both stand up from where they were sitting and waiting on the stairs at the entryway.

“What happened?” Sophie demands.

“Is Vanessa okay?” Cass asks.

“I’m fine,” I assure them.

“Vanessa was kidnapped by six Russians before the two guards I had watching her could do anything to stop them.” I can tell by his tone that Dante wants them to remember how horrible I look and how badly it could’ve ended so they don’t try and run away like Madison. “She was lucky. They took her clothes off and were about to…hurt her when we caught up to them. I’ll let you both fill in the blanks about what they would’ve done to her, what they would do to you if they can get their hands on you.”

“Dante,” I whisper because he shouldn’t scare them like that.

“We’re going to wash the blood off of us. You two should go to bed.”

Sophie turns and heads upstairs without another word, but Cassandra says, “I’m glad you’re okay, Vanessa.”

“Thank you, Cass.”

“Do you think Madison…” she trails off and looks to her dad.

“Madison wasn’t kidnapped by anyone. She ran away on her own,” he reminds her. “If my people can’t find her, then I’m certain nobody else knows who she really is either.”

Sophie who was waiting on her father’s response exhales a breath of relief. “I miss her.”

“Me too,” Dante says as he starts down the hallway. “Maybe she’ll call when she’s settled…”

I don’t think he actually believes that, but I bet in a few days or weeks he’ll lie to the girls and tell them she reached out and is fine just so they won’t worry.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, dropping the topic for now.

Taking me into his bathroom, he sets me down on the sink counter to turn on the shower spray.

Dante gets undressed in the closet while the water warms up.

Even though I’ve seen him naked plenty of times, he still takes my breath away when he returns to the bathroom. Stopping in front of me he lifts both of my hands gently and turns my wrists over, frowning down at the sliced duct tape still covering them.

“Quick like a Band-Aid?” he asks.

“Sure.”

I barely wince when he rips the tape from my left hand, then my right, tossing the silver pieces into the trash bin. Lifting my hands, he rubs his thumb over the red skin. “I’m sorry they didn’t die slower for what they did to you, butterfly.”

“I’m just glad they’re dead,” I admit honestly.

Dante then picks me up to carry me into the shower. I think he would’ve kept holding me except he needs both hands to wash, so he sits me down on the shower seat. I don’t complain since my legs still feel weak from the earlier orgasm. I never thought I would be the type of woman to have sex with a man in public, in front of other men, but I don’t regret it.

“Can you hand me the shampoo?” I ask.

Instead of passing the bottle to me, he pulls one of the showerheads free from the mount and brings it over to wet my hair.

I tilt my head back to keep it out of my eyes. And wow, the warm water feels amazing.

When my hair is completely saturated, Dante lets the showerhead hang against the wall to grab a shampoo bottle from the built-in shelf. He squirts some liquid into the palm of his hand, then begins massaging it into my scalp.

“I can’t promise this will be the last time there will be blood in your hair,” he says as he works up a lather. “But I’ll try.”

“I know.” I stand up, clutching his damp biceps and going up on my toes to place a quick kiss on his frown. At the same time Dante’s large hands nearly envelop my entire waist. “I’m willing to take the good with the bad. You’re worth the risks.”

“You didn’t think so a few days ago.”

“I panicked before. The bombing was an excuse to walk away before you broke my heart.”

Guiding me over to one of the still mounted shower heads to rinse the shampoo from my hair, he says, “I promise to never break your heart.”

My lips part, getting ready to tell him not to make promises he can’t keep when Dante’s hand slips between my legs, cupping me possessively, making me forget how to speak for a moment.

“I can’t make the same promise for your pussy,” he says with a hint of a smile that I return.

“So romantic.”

His long middle finger penetrates me, stealing my breath. He pumps the digit in and out, slowly, teasingly. “Now that I know how good you feel, how I fit so perfectly in your body, I want to bury myself inside of you and never leave again.”

“How about we start with you being buried inside of me all night?” I ask, gripping his biceps tighter as his talented fingers move inside of me while his thumb strums my clit.

“That’s not nearly long enough, but I’ll take it.” Dante lowers his mouth to mine, the kiss soft and sweet, the opposite of his fingers moving faster, pressing harder, working me into a frenzy.

My fingernails dig into his hard biceps as our tongues collide. Soon my hips begin to buck, chasing a release. I close my eyes and lean into Dante’s warm body when the waves of pleasure nearly obliterate me.

A moment later, my back is pressed to the cool tile as Dante hoists me up by the backs of my thighs. Spreading them apart, he lines up his cock to my entrance and slides the first few inches inside of me, setting off more fireworks as my body stretches to accommodate his immense size.

“Dante!” I exclaim in praise and gratitude. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I squirm as much as I can with him pinning me to the wall, even clenching the muscles around him. I try to pull him impossibly closer, needing him deeper, greedy for more of him, right now, even if it hurts. I want all of him.

“So impatient,” Dante mutters against my lips as he leisurely fills me. “You’ll get every inch soon enough, butterfly. I think you’ll enjoy keeping my cock warm inside your pussy even more than you liked it in your mouth all night.”

“Yes!” I agree, totally on board with that plan.

As soon as he bottoms out, grinding his pelvis against my clit while he stretches me, I pulse around him with another orgasm.