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  “You’re right.”

  The tiny hairs stood on my arms at his honesty.

  “Tonight, a stripper told me I could stick my dick in any hole I wanted because I am the mob boss. She told me she was there to serve me. I told her I was married and only one woman is getting this dick, my wife. And I moved her out of my way. I don’t give a fuck about another bitch.”

  My facial features softened a bit.

  I hated Dillon’s honestly.

  “You, Sierra, are the only woman I want. I am broken without you.” My legs grew weak for the second time today. I fell against his muscular body. I couldn’t break our connection. His lips softly touched mine. Dillon’s tongue slipped past my lips, intertwining our tongues. His right hand slid down my limp arm, slipping around my waist, pulling my hips into him. His cock was hard as steel.

  His lips trailed along my neck, nipping my ear. “Who do you belong to, Sierra?”

  “Shit. Umm, umm.”

  “Are you giving up on us?”

  I didn’t answer. My fingers finally started working again, untying his tie.

  He stepped back. “Do you want the dick?”

  My sex-filled eyes grew. “Yes.”

  “No. You know I’m not going to fuck you if you are leaving.”

  He turned away sitting in the chair by the window. I stalked toward him standing between his widened legs.

  “You weren’t here when I needed you most. That muthafucka forced his fingers in my ass! I was fucked up!”

  “Damn, Sierra! And I wasn’t? I murdered his whole family!” His sad eyes stared deeply into mine. “They had to pay for what he did to you! You think I wasn’t hurting?” He pointed at himself, holding my gaze.

  “What makes you think I didn’t know you needed me? Baby, I knew. But I had to make it right.”

  His head fell against my stomach. “I hate I wasn’t home to protect you against him. I’m fucked up inside! I will never forgive myself for him hurting you. I’m sorry, Sierra.” I wrapped my arms around his head. My lips gently kissed his curly mane. His fingers grazed underneath my blouse along my stomach. Dillon’s tongue dipped into my belly button. My head dropped back as my fingers massaged his scalp.

  “I’ve been craving the taste of your pussy. You want me to eat it, don’t you?” His fingers slipped into the waistband of my long gray maxi skirt, pushing it down my ass, pooling around my feet. Dillon lifted me off my feet, sweeping my skirt aside. His eyes raked over my body and his tongue ran over his sexy lips then his eyes fell on mine. “You look beautiful tonight.”

  I didn’t say a word.

  “You got dolled up for me?” His teeth scathed my mound through my lace panties. “Dillon.”

  “Who were you going to fuck if you went back to Portland?”

  I smiled, holding his gaze. “You.”

  “Oh, you wanted me to fly out to fuck you?”

  “Yes. And visit our child.”

  His smile brightened his entire face. “I told you we were having a baby!” His lips fell against my stomach while his fingers massaged my lower back. “How far along are you?” His eyes remained on mine.

  I swallowed hard.

  “Sierra, I’m waiting.”

  One eye closed as my face wrinkled and teeth clenched. “Two months,” I whispered.

  He laughed, falling back in the chair. “You plotted to have my child.”

  “Dillon, that’s not what happened. You mentioned the notion of us getting pregnant last year when you asked me to move in. I just figured I was moving in anyways, so I stopped taking the pill at the end of March. Then you proposed to me, so I figured what difference did it make.”

  Dillon massaged my ass. “But you asked me last month if I was ready for us to start trying.”

  I smiled. “Ok, ok, I took matters into my own hands.” I placed my hands over my face in an effort to hide my embarrassment.

  I glanced at Dillon. His smile disappeared. “Where the fuck is your engagement ring?”

  My hands dropped at my sides. “I placed it in the nightstand drawer.” He pushed me back a bit, running over to the night stand, retrieving the ring.

  Dillon stalked toward me, grabbing my left hand, sliding the ring back onto my finger. His eyebrows wrinkled. “Don’t ever take the ring off again!”

  “Dillon, you can’t make me marry you.”

  SIERRA

  He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “All right, Sierra, are you leaving or not? You know I don’t do well with games. If you want to play get the dick tonight then leave in the morning, do us both a favor and leave now.”

  My smile dropped. I stepped around, Dillon strolling into the walk-in closet.

  His voice trailed in my ear as he followed me into the closet. “Your problem is, you only understand the power of my dick and tongue. I’ll fuck you into submission.”

  I smiled and turned, throwing my arms around his neck. He snatched my pale pink blouse over my head. His lips attached to mine. Dillon’s fingers rubbed my pussy through my black lace panties.

  “I ain’t ever letting you go, Sierra,” he whispered, running his fingers through my long black hair.

  “But you knew that didn’t you?”

  My eyes fell to the floor. He raised my chin, and our eyes met. “Right?”

  A single tear slid down my cheek. “Yes.” My lips trembled.

  “I know I’m asking a lot, Mia Bella.”

  My hands fell upon his chest. “Don’t lure me with beautiful Italian words.”

  “Sposami.”

  “Dillon, English!”

  “Marry me.”

  “No.”

  Dillon dropped to his knees in the middle of the walk-in closet. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, yanking them to the floor. No warning, his tongue licked my clit. “Fuck, Dillon!” I cried.

  Gently, he pulled my legs apart, giving him ample room to lick all of my pussy.

  “Dillon, shit,” I moaned. My fingers flew over my perfectly arched eyebrow. I missed the full tickle of his beard, but I was still satisfied with the light bristle of his low cut beard. Dillon cupped my ass in his large hands while he sucked my clit until I was cumming hard, my body vibrating like a flashing yellow traffic light.

  “Oh my God, Dillon…shit...I…missed you.” My lips formed an O, and my eyes clamped shut while my fingers dug into his muscular shoulders. The tears began flowing again as my second orgasm was sending chills through my body from head to toe. I couldn’t stop the tears. I stood before a fully dressed Dillon. I was only wearing a black lace bra.

  Dillon stood quick, swooping me up into his arms, walking out of the closet, whisking me over to the bed. He laid me at the edge of the bed, standing briefly removing his jacket.

  “No, don’t take off the suit.”

  His lips and beard glistened in the dimly lit room. “Baby, seriously?”

  I nodded. He dropped back on his knees. His tongue ran over his lips slowly.

  “Dillon, you don’t play fair.”

  His gray eyes brightened. “Nor do you. Now, legs up and over.”

  I smiled, hooking my legs over his shoulders. This is the only man who knows how to please all of me. How could I ever be without him again? Two weeks was a long time to be apart. His large hands gripped my thighs as his tongue indulged in my wet center.

  “You had no intention of leaving me, huh?” he asked between licks.

  I didn’t answer.

  “Tu mi ami?”

  “Dillon, stop.”

  “Fuck no. Answer the question. “Tu mi ami?”

  His tongue flattened, running up and down my clit. “Sierra, answer me.”

  “Yes, I love you. Dillon, I need to feel you inside me.”

  He stood to his feet, never breaking eye contact. Dillon unzipped his pants, unleashing the python. Sitting straight up, my hands wrapped around his thick shaft. My tongue licked the head before
taking his cock into my mouth.

  He hissed as he fucked my mouth. “Fuck, I missed you sucking my dick.” He stared into my eyes as I sucked faster while holding his hips.

  Dillon pushed me back onto the bed, widening my legs. He stroked his long, thick cock. “Who does it belong to?”

  “Your dick belongs to me.”

  His fingers slid up and down my wet pussy.

  Dillon grabbed my legs, holding them tight as he pushed inside me.

  “Ah!” I screamed as his big, fat dick pushed deep inside me.

  “Yeah, look how that tight pussy sucks up this big dick.”

  I watched as he pushed deeper inside me. My fingers wrapped around his wrists.

  “Sposami, Sierra.” Each thrust was pushing my orgasm to the surface.

  “Yes!” I cried out.

  “I will marry you.”

  Dillon stroked faster. “Yeah, give me that juicy pussy, Sierra.”

  Dillon halted his strokes, peeling off his suit.

  “Dillon don’t.”

  The back of his hand wiped his brow. “Baby, I’m sweating.”

  “Come here, Dillon.” He leaned over me. I untied the beautiful tie designed with clusters of pink and blue diamonds.

  My fingers quickly unbuttoned his pink dress shirt, pushing it open, revealing his sexy chest. I jumped off his dick in shock.

  I pointed to his chest. Eyes wide. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I love you.” He placed my hand over his heart.

  “I told you, ain’t no other woman for me, Sierra.” I traced my fingers along the black cursive letters covering his heart, spelling out my name, Sierra.

  “See, you weren’t going anywhere.” He winked. Dillon sat on the bed, removing his shoes and socks.

  I climbed into his lap, unbuckling his pants, pushing him back against the bed. His delectable cologne flew up my nose, giving me nostalgia from our first interaction. I slipped his pants and boxers under his muscular ass down his solid thighs and legs. He flung his pants and boxers aside.

  “To the middle of the bed, Dillon.”

  I pinned his hands above his head as I eased down his cock. Dillon unhooked my bra, tossing it aside.

  His lips brushed mine. “You are fucking the Don of the Mafioso, baby.”

  My worried eyes combed his face. If I wasn’t already nervous about marrying the boss of the mafia, I damn sure was now. It’s no telling how many men my fiancé actually killed over the course of two weeks. Not sure when I would think about our dilemma of all the dead bodies piling up in his path. But the dick was feeling so good, the time wasn’t now. My pussy bounced up and down his dick. “Shit, Sierra!” he shouted through clenched teeth.

  Dillon’s head raised off the bed. Opening his mouth, he tried to capture my bouncing right breast. My fingers trailed along his arms, landing on his solid chest. He grabbed my breasts. His mouth covered my brown areola. Dillon’s tongue circled my nipple. He pulled my nipple toward him, lowering my body closer to him. My silky black hair fell around his head, placing us in our own little dark bubble. Dillon’s other hand gripped my ass cheek, stilling my movements, as his dick slammed into me repeatedly.

  “Dillon, I’m cumming!” I yelled.

  His index finger swirled in my cum, trailing my wetness into my asshole. Slowly, his finger pushed gently inside me, intensifying my orgasm. My wide sad eyes stared into his gray ones.

  His lips covered mine. Releasing my lips, his tongue grazed my lips. “Nobody can take away from us what we have.” His hand cupped my face as his serious eyes focused on me. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Dillon.” My entire body violently trembled from the exhilarating orgasm that rocked me to my core.

  “Kiss me,” he bit out as he slammed into me faster and harder.

  The bed shook hard, each time he slammed into me. “Fuck, this pussy has made me lose my fucking mind,” he groaned through gritted teeth. His mouth dropped open as his eyebrows and eyes relaxed. I watched my fiancé’s stellar orgasm paralyze his body. What a fucking sight. Knowing I have this kind of effect on my man brought a hearty, satisfying smile to my face.

  His hands stroked over his sweaty face, brushing through his amber hair. “Your pussy shouldn’t be allowed outside my presence.”

  I smiled, kissing his lips.

  Dillon smacked my ass. “Come on, let’s take a shower. You gave me a workout tonight.”

  He threw me over his shoulder like I was his cave girl. My hair dangled swaying back and forth as his feet strolled across the two-toned gray floor.

  After he adjusted the water, he placed me on my feet. I glanced in the mirror at our sweaty bodies and my wild hair. Dillon retrieved my black scrunchy off the counter. My adoring eyes admired his warm, strong facial features as he swept my hair up into one hand, twisting the scrunchy around my hair, forming a messy bun. My hands fell upon his chest, and my lips took his. Dillon intertwined our fingers pulling me behind him into the massive shower.

  “Dillon.”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Do you know I love our time in the shower especially the sex?”

  His cheeks lifted as he laughed. My nose nuzzled into his bearded cheek, inhaling the intoxicating scent of my pussy.

  We took our time washing each other’s bodies. Once our bodies were clean, Dillon swooped me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. Slowly, he slid his cock into my sore pussy. My fingers clutched his shoulders for dear life while he held me in his big, strong arms like I was a small paperweight. I never wanted to let him go. Tonight, I realized I couldn’t ever leave Dillon. Despite the lies he told, my leaving this man isn’t an option. He loves me with all of his heart, and I love him with my entire soul.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  TONY

  FLASHBACK

  The hotel lobby was filled with distinguished doctors. Doctors were huddled in corners throughout the large lobby, accompanied by reporters jamming mini recorders in their faces holding interviews. Sitting in the mustard colored tall back chair, I glanced down at my black Oxfords resting on the royal blue and mustard swirled carpet.

  I never get nervous, but this time I was nervous. I kept the one picture of Nadine in my wallet, and every chance I get, I steal a glimpse of her on social media. Why am I holding a torch for the one woman I can’t be with? I’m dead. We could never be seen together in public, or I would risk all the hard work Francine, Dillon, and I worked for. So why the fuck am I here? It’s nothing like seeing her face in person. All I need is one glimpse of her strutting across the lobby, then I will leave. Give it up, Tone. Shut this fourteen-year fantasy down.

  I emerged from the chair. I’m out of here. This wasn’t a good idea. Sweat dripped from my brow as I strolled across the airconditioned lobby toward the door. My thick fingers smoothed my slender brown brows as my eyes closed briefly. My body collided with a smaller soft frame. My eyes popped open.

  “Excuse you…” Her angry eyes turned sad in less than a second.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I bent down, retrieving her cell phone off the floor, placing it in her hand.

  A smile curled my lips. “It’s good to see you, Nadine.”

  She folded her arms, still shooting daggers in my direction. We didn’t move. I stood there, letting her angry eyes rake over me. The hotel guests bustled around us.

  “You look amazing in person!” My eyebrows rose. “I didn’t mean to say that.” I ran my hand along the back of my neck. What the fuck is wrong with me today?

  A tiny smile formed across her lips. “You’ve been stalking me on social media?” Her hand fell against her hip. “What’s your username?”

  “I ain’t telling.”

  Laughter erupted from her petite frame. “So not only did you pay for my tuition while I was in college, you stalked me online.”

  “Hey, I enjoy seeing you do well in your life, Dr. Barlow
.” I grinned.

  Her jet black hair swayed against her shoulders when she laughed.

  She was still as beautiful as the day I met her. Thirty-four looked damn good on her. She looked about twenty-five.

  “Thank you, Anthony. I mean it. Thank you for everything. I hated not being able to see you again. I should have known you would move to California. You always talked about it. Wait, you do live here, right?” Her eyes widened.

  “Yes.”

  “I doubt you intended to bump into me. Did you plan to talk to me?”

  I ran my hand over my full brown beard. “No.” Our sad eyes met.

  Her eyebrows rustled together. She smoothed her free hand over her short green skirt.

  “It was good seeing you, Tony.” Nadine began walking past me. I grabbed her arm, gaining her attention.

  “Why aren’t you married with a family?”

  She shrugged her arm out of my grasp. Her eyes closed momentarily. Those dark oval eyes glazed back into my blue eyes. “I couldn’t move on.” She pointed her finger at her chest. “The love of my life died. I was a little too fucked up. I buried my sappy thoughts into my medical books.”

  “Hey, come here.” I pulled her into my arms.

  Nadine’s petite body shivered against my hard frame. “That postcard sent me over the edge, Tony.”

  My big arms shielded her from the wavering eyes around us. It was like we blinked and were in love again.

  She pulled her wet face from my blue dress shirt, staring up at me. My thick padded thumbs stroked the wet tears from her beautiful chocolate face. “You waited until you left to tell me you loved me.” Her fingers dug into my abs.

  “I have to go. I need to clean myself up before my speech on premature births.”

  Nadine walked away, disappearing into a sea of doctors headed toward the conference rooms.

  The corner of my mouth turned up a bit. She’s been in love with me all these years.

  ∞

  I sat outside the conference room, scrolling through potential vintage cars I might buy and restore. I couldn’t leave. I needed to be in her presence.