A Wifey for the Bad Boy(125)

“Dante… I’m scared,” she whispered when he positioned his cock at her opening. “I have never…” she started before he raised an eyebrow over the other in surprise.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin?” he asked in a whisper and she shook her head reluctantly.

“I’m not a virgin but I might as well be… I mean, it’s been six years since… the last time,” she finally said. He gently touched the side of her face and smiled.

“I would never hurt you. Not in my wildest dreams,” he said as he began moving the bulbous head of his cock over her now dripping pussy. She gasped when he began pushing himself into her, stretching her out as he went on pushing in. She buried her head in his shoulder and dug her fingers into his shoulder. She moaned when he pulled out and gasped loudly when he pushed back in. “You okay?” he whispered in her ear and she nodded.

“Yeah,” she said before he began to slowly move himself in and out of her. With every stroke, he was stretching her out to her limits and she was surprising herself that she was able to accommodate his entire length. In no time, he had buried his entire length to the hilt and she had a leg around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper. She could feel the tension inside her building up and she knew that she was about to climax: again. She began nibbling his earlobe hoping that giving herself something to do would fool her body into not giving into her desires. But she was wrong. She was suddenly exploding once more and he was keeping steady as her orgasm made her vaginal walls spasm. By the time her orgasm died down, he was ready to explode and he had held back as long as he possibly could. He suddenly began moving himself in and out of her faster and deeper than ever, as he exploded inside her. He buried himself inside her one last time and let out a loud groan as he sent his seed deep inside her, not caring that he had not even used a condom.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he whispered as he held her close. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He moaned softly as his cock slipped out of her pussy.

They were still panting as he gently laid himself next to her and cradled her.

“What does this mean?” she asked as she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. “Because I don’t want to be just another trophy on your scoreboard, Dante.”

He rested on his elbow and looked at her.

“Look at me.” It was more of an order than a request. “Look at me, Corrine,” he said again when she hesitated.

“You are the ultimate trophy. The one that can never be showcased on some scoreboard.” He gently stroked her hair. “I want you in my life. Forever.”

“Are you sure?” she asked and he smiled.

“Well, I’m here. Aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yes, but what next?”

“I will have to figure that out when I get back,” he said, still caressing her cheek.

“You’re leaving?” she asked and he nodded.

“Just for a couple of weeks. I need to oversee the new hotel launch in Virginia.”

“Oh,” Corrine said, in a sad voice.

“Your company is still taking care of that. How about you come with me?” he asked and she shook her head.

“My business partner takes care of that side of business. And I can’t leave yet… with Simon and Mona…” she started before he brought himself down and kissed her softly.

“I have a vested interest in making sure we work out. And you by now you should know that I don’t give up easily,” he said in a whisper and she nodded.

“Okay,” she said, forcing a smile.





Chapter 2

What was supposed to be a two week trip to Virginia for Dante turned out to be a longer trip after an explosion went off in Richmond, a few blocks from where Dante was setting up his restaurant. At first, Corrine had been scared out of her mind trying to get in touch with Dante after news of the explosion broke. All she wanted to know was if he was all right and when he was coming home. But he never called. Or texted. Or emailed. It was like he had gone cold turkey on her and she was increasingly getting nervous. No one knew where he was. Not even his second in command. She had actually taken it upon herself to call every restaurant he owned on the country just to find out if anyone knew where he was. When it hit three weeks and she had not heard from him, she was convinced that she was living her biggest fear. Her worst nightmare. Actually, two of her worst nightmares. That something had happened to him and that she had been a booty call.

He had come to her when he wanted a curvy woman and said all the right things and she had bought it all. Every single last word. As far as she was concerned, his disappearing act was a little too convenient. She could not help but feel like Dante had used her. And fine, maybe in the present state, she did sound like a silly deranged selfish bitch considering the country was in a state of emergency. But at the back of her mind she was still feeling like she had been lied to. Like there were too many layers to Dante she still had to uncover. She didn’t know what to do. And everything had just become worse when she realized that she was late and she was never late. Her period was always on time. It was like clockwork. Every 22nd day of the month. She was not sure what she was more scared of. Dante’s safety. Her own piece of mind or that her one momentary lapse of judgment might have meant that she and Dante Giovanni were bound for life.