Between Loyalty and You

Chapter 15 (Sofia's POV)

I woke to the feel of his mouth.

Not a gentle kiss. Not the slow, careful exploration of the night before. Dante was already between my thighs, bare shoulders spreading me open, tongue dragging a hot, deliberate stripe through my folds like he had been waiting for me to surface from sleep just so he could ruin me with it. My back arched on a soft, broken sound. One of his hands pinned my hip to the mattress; the other held my thigh wide. He didn’t lift his head when he felt me wake. He only groaned against me and sucked my c**t between his lips with filthy, focused intent.

“Dante—”

“Quiet,” he murmured against my p***y, the word vibrating through me. “I want to feel you come on my tongue before the day starts.”

I was already soaked, body still sensitive from the night in his playroom and the deep, thorough f*****g that had followed the bath. He worked me with the same ruthless patience he had shown on the cross—long, slow licks alternating with tight circles over my c**t, two fingers sliding inside to curl against the spot that made my vision blur. My hands fisted in his hair. My hips tried to rock against his mouth. He held me down and ate me like he had all the time in the world.

The orgasm built fast and mean. I felt it coiling low, sharper with every stroke of his tongue. His free hand left my thigh just long enough to shove his sweatpants down, and then he was stroking himself in the same rhythm he used on me—rough, urgent, the wet sound of his fist on his c**k mixing with the wetter sound of his mouth on my p***y.

“f**k—I’m close,” I gasped.

“I know. Give it to me.”

He sealed his lips around my c**t and sucked hard at the same moment his fingers thrust deep and curled. The climax ripped through me so violently I cried out, thighs clamping around his head, pulsing against his tongue in helpless waves. He groaned like the taste of it wrecked him. His hand on his c**k sped up, strokes turning short and desperate—

The phone on the nightstand rang.

The secure line. The one that only a handful of people in the world had access to.

Dante’s entire body went rigid. For one fractured second he kept going—tongue still working me through the aftershocks, fist still moving on his c**k—like he could outrun the sound. Then the second ring cut through the room and reality slammed back in.

He pulled away from me with a raw, frustrated sound and grabbed the phone.

“Moretti.”

I lay there panting, thighs still trembling, the peak of my orgasm still shuddering through me, and watched his face change. Whatever pleasure had been on it drained away, replaced by the cold, focused stillness of the don. He listened. His free hand—the one that had been stroking himself—curled into a tight fist against the sheets. The unfinished tension in his body was visible in every rigid line of his shoulders.

“When?” he asked. A pause. “You’re certain the property is clean?” Another pause, longer. His eyes cut to me, and something almost like grief flickered through them before he locked it down. “Understood. I’ll have her ready.”

He ended the call and set the phone back on the nightstand with deliberate care. For several seconds he didn’t look at me. He simply sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, the hard length of his c**k still flushed and neglected against his stomach.

“Dante?”

“That was your father.” His voice was flat. “The estate is clear. The threat has been contained. Two of the men involved are dead. The third is in the ground somewhere your father won’t discuss. He’s sending a car in two hours. You’re going home.”

The words landed like ice water.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, the sheet falling to my waist. The afterglow of the orgasm still hummed under my skin, but it felt suddenly distant. “Today?”

“Today.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. The same bed that had felt like a private world an hour ago now felt like the last place we would be able to touch each other without calculation. He finally turned to look at me. The hunger was still there, raw and unfinished, but it was already being buried under the weight of what came next.

“This is what we knew was coming,” he said quietly. “You go back to his house. I go back to being the man who sits across from him at dinner and pretends I haven’t had his daughter’s cunt on my tongue five minutes before he called. Whatever we do from here has to be careful. Rare. Almost nothing, if we’re smart.”

I reached for him. He let me. My fingers brushed the still-hard length of him, and his jaw flexed.

“You didn’t finish,” I whispered.

“I don’t care about finishing right now.”

But he didn’t stop me when I shifted closer, when I wrapped my hand around him and stroked the way he had been stroking himself. He watched my face the entire time, eyes dark, as I worked him with slow, firm pulls. The muscle in his thigh jumped. A low sound left his chest when I leaned down and took him into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin from where he had been buried between my legs. I sucked him with the same single-minded focus he had given me, one hand stroking what I couldn’t take, until his fingers tangled in my hair and his hips flexed upward.

He came with a quiet, gritted curse, pulsing hot across my tongue. I swallowed everything he gave me and stayed there until the last tremor left him. Only then did he guide me back up and kiss me—deep, almost desperate, the taste of both of us mixing between our mouths.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.

“Two hours,” he said. “That’s all we have before the car arrives. After that… we figure out how to steal moments without getting us both killed.”

I closed my eyes and breathed him in.

The bubble had burst. The private world of the penthouse, the unlocked door to his playroom, the nights where he could take me apart without looking over his shoulder—those were ending in two hours. What remained would be dangerous, limited, and carved out of the spaces her father couldn’t see.

I kissed him once more, slow and deliberate.

“Then we’d better not waste the time we have left,” I whispered and kissed him deeper again.

His arms tightened around me, and for a little while longer, the rest of the world stayed on the other side of the door.