Rough Redemption Mafia Romance Books 1-4

10. Dante

10

DANTE

Her hair was wilder than she was, made that way by me. Damn if the thought of that didn’t make my d**k thrust its chest out a little.

I did that.

The last three years, I’d politely declined my fair share of women sent my way by caring family members or even winking buddies at the bar.

After losing Lilly, I lost my appetite for all things female. It hurt too much. I compared every girl to her—which wasn’t right.

The best way I found to meet my s****l needs was via hookup apps, where everything was laid out on the table. The exchange was transactional; I used protection, and a second date never happened.

Nice and clean.

It was like drinking a meal replacement to survive instead of sitting down and enjoying the whole feast.

To act like it took the place of the real deal was a lie.

Savanna had fallen asleep in my arms last night, and every time she moved towards her side of the bed, I pulled her back to me.

It was seven in the morning and I didn’t want to wake her, so I crept out from under the sheets and went to the kitchen to start coffee.

Out the window the fog rose off the surface of the water, and as I sipped my coffee, Savanna shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and squinting in a way that made me long to pull her to me and never let her go.

This thing between us, whatever it was, freshly sprouted like one of Zio Lorenzo’s tomato starts. Handle it too roughly and the entire new shoot might snap in two.

There was a long way to go before any degree of certainty between Savanna and I existed.

I gave in and pulled her to me, smelling the warmth on the top of her head where her scent had distilled overnight.

“Did you sleep well, baby?”

“Like a rock.” She smiled, which I took as a good sign. “Any chance I can get a cup of that coffee?” She pursed her lips and c****d an eyebrow at me. “Sir?”

“Somebody woke up sassy,” I said. “Coming right up.” I poured a generous helping of the brown liquid into a tall mug, handed it to her, and lightly cuffed her chin before she took a sip. “Brat.”

She scrunched her nose up and smiled at me so sweetly it made me catch my breath.

Cracking six eggs in the bowl, I whisked in ham and spinach. Savanna needed to eat more. My game plan was to see that happen and enjoy watching her curves fill out.

“What time do you have to be at work today?” I asked her, gently folding the eggs over into the pan so that they didn’t get browned on the bottom.

“I texted my auntie and let her know I’d be in after nine, since I was with you. She’s totally fine with it and had some extra help today anyway.”

That meant I’d be pushing it by trying to get her back in bed, or even up against a wall for another f**k fest before she left.

There was always tonight.

“Did you get enough?” I asked her as she cleared her plate and topped her mug off with coffee.

“Mmm, I’m so full. You take good care of me,” she said.

“That’s the general idea,” I said. “Treat you like a princess, f**k you like an animal.” I gave her a playful wink.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, breaking eye contact.

“I’ve made it clear what I want. You. Here.” I pointed at the floor. “Until the campaign is over. Mine to punish and play with as I wish.” There was a whoosh of blood through my entire body and a concentrated ache at my groin.

“I liked your so-called punishment last night. You can inflict it on me anytime.”

Fuck.

She was going to make me come in my pants.

“Up against that counter, Savanna. And get those f*****g clothes off. Now.” The words rasped out of my throat.

“But work.” She glanced at the clock on the wall.

“f**k work,” I said. “This won’t take long.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she cleared her throat.

“Undress me,” I ordered and helped her when my shirt sleeve got caught on my arm. We were both clumsy and bumbling. Her half-open mouth and trembling fingers were a dead giveaway that I’d turned her on.

“Here, let me help you,” I said.

Finally, she was n***d, her bold n*****s thrusting upward, plump and full.

She hissed through her teeth when I nuzzled her breasts, savagely l*****g and sucking at the tips until I thought she might come from the attention I gave her breasts.

Her hips pumped almost imperceptibly.

“Don’t tell me that little c**t needs attention too. Let me check.”

I slid my hand down to the dessert between her legs and took a deep breath before plunging my hand there. Her cunt was like catnip and I knew that if I had a taste of it, this would all be over soon.

Her heat nearly burnt my hand. “God, you’re hot down here.”

Savanna uttered a tortured groan of frustration. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Does this little p***y need pounding?”

Savanna pulled back, eyes glassed over, slowly dragging her hand over my chest. “Yes, please. I need you. Let’s f**k again.”

Gathering her thick hank of hair in my hand, I spun her around. “Put your hands flat on that counter.” She did as told, presenting her elegant spine and bitable a*s for my viewing pleasure. “That’s it baby, now arch your back for me.”

Following my instructions to a T, she gasped under her breath.

I slid my hand down to her entrance again, rewarded by the slick answer I found there.

I slowly corkscrewed my fingers into her from behind, wanting to memorize every part of her.

She spread her thighs to receive me and I shoved my heavy erection inside. “How’s that?”

She moaned my name and writhed herself around my c**k, squeezing the sensitive head, until I thought I might lose it.

I pulled her hair.

Harder.

And started drilling into her with my d**k, all the way to the hilt, splitting her open and rubbing her fiery little nub with my fingers until she mewled just like a kitten.

She arched her back more pronouncedly, and stood on her tiptoes to meet me, shoving herself down onto my thickness.

I pumped and could feel my balls tightening on fire.

Jesus—so soon.

“Is that how you like it? Your master f*****g you like a dog?”

I chased after it, plunging into her tight, wet heat.

I’d met my match. She was filthy, uninhibited, and mine.

“God baby, your p***y is so good. I’m not going to last.”

She moaned, “Come inside me. Pound me harder!”

So, that was exactly what I did.

I lifted her up and onto my rigid c**k and f****d furiously into her until our bodies both shuddered, blasted by bombs of pleasure.

She turned on shaky legs, and put her arms around me, and I slid my hand to the slick heat between her thighs. “I own you now. This p***y is the property of Dante Drago. Trespassing is punishable by death.”

Someone called me a “soft dom” once.

Whatever.

I wasn’t big on labels, but right now, after having s*x, I wanted nothing more than to pull a pair of clean panties on over her sweet heat and tuck my come inside, all up in her and against her.

I’d be hard all day long at the thought of me dripping out of her and onto the cotton crotch, reminding her I was there.

If being a soft dom meant that I liked to punish my woman when she was bad and reward her when she was good, then yes, the shoe fit.

Right now, all s*x smitten and glowing, Savanna deserved diamonds from the deepest caverns, I’d fight saber-tooth tigers and hordes of Huns to bring the jewels back to her and lay them at her feet.

I’d never admit it to Carlos, or any of the other dudes in my family, but I swung that way.

Punisher and pamperer.

Whichwas why I needed to show Savanna the other thing that I wanted her to think about all day.

My meeting room.

“Why do you call it a meeting room?” she asked in the library, making a slow circle on the carpet, to take in the collection of books that lined the wooden shelves on three sides of the vast room.

“Why is it called that? Because it’s where my hand, whip, or paddle meets your a*s,” I said.

“In the library?” She tilted her head and c****d an eyebrow at me. “Huh.”

“Not exactly.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the only wall of the room not covered in books, “Come here. Pick up that vase.” I pointed to the porcelain ginger jar on its small shelf.

She complied, and the secret door swung open. On the other side, I pushed a button to close it behind us.

Inside the secret space, my implements hung neatly on the walls, mimicking the neatly stacked books in the adjacent library.

The maple shelving and molding were products of my labor.

Lilly died without ever experiencing my rules or limits, but I’d built this room hoping that she would come to accept this part of me.

Savanna’s face went white as she took in the s******g bench, her eyes darting around the room and landing briefly on the floggers, b*****e bed, Saint Andrew’s cross and she spun at me, her breath bursting in and out.

“Hey, we take this as slow as you need to.” I brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her nose. “From the way you let me s***k you last night, I think you’ll enjoy me punishing you with every instrument that you see in here. You’re just not used to being a sub.”

“A sub. Like submissive?”

I nod.

“Is that what you want? A little s*x slave?” she asked.

“If it’s you? Abso-f*****g-lutely. Tell you what, we can start your training today. Look at all the toys hanging on the wall over there? Anything catch your eye?”

She perused the wall as if she were in a library, checking titles on the shelf, walking haltingly in front of them, stopping now and again to peer closer and touch one with her fingers.

“What are these?” Picking up a single, bright blue n****e sucker.

“That’s perfect. When you come home tonight, I’ll show you how to use this on your little tit, and you’ll touch yourself for me.” I cupped her head and kissed her tenderly.

“Now let’s go before you’re late for work.”

We pulled up to Piece of Cake, and it shouldn’t have surprised me that Lorenzo and three of his buddies were having coffee and cupcakes at a table on the sidewalk.

Grabbing Savanna’s hand, I told her, “I don’t want you walking in there alone, I’ll go with you. Sit tight and let me open your door for God’s sake.”

Their patronage was much appreciated, but I needed to show these p***y chasing goons Savanna was with me.

“Savanna! So good to see you. Jessica wanted me to give you this.” Zio handed her a piece of paper, and I noticed a handwritten phone number decorated with Hello Kitty! Stickers.

Savanna beamed and said, “How nice. She wants me to call her to get together.”

“She enjoyed meeting you yesterday, and I’m enjoying these cupcakes. Che meraviglia!” Lorenzo chef-kissed his fingers.

Tony, Carlo, and Enzo sat with my Uncle. Enzo was a Capo like my uncle. “Hey, Dante, I heard you were running for Union President. Congrats.”

“Dante, I need to get inside,” Savanna said, real shy now that we were in front of people.

No, f**k that.

I pulled her to me and brushed my lips to hers, grabbed her hand and lead her inside, “Good morning, Teresa. I brought a sweet ingredient for your baked goods. Nice and fresh.”

“Now Dante…” Teresa waved a hand at me in pretend protest.

“Tell you what, lemme get a slice of that delicious carrot cake and a cup of coffee to go.”

Teresa went to the back and hollered at me, “No falling on the floor this time, Dante! Thanks to your men who installed the no-slip mats yesterday.”

Smiling up at me, Savanna’s mouth was the most mouthwatering dessert in the shop, and I had to bend for another sip at those lips.

Then I whispered to her so only she could hear, wanting to tease her the way she did me, “Don’t forget those n****e suckers I’m putting on you later, baby. You get drenched at the drop of a hat. I can’t wait to taste your p***y after I really give you something to drip about.”

She gasped and hid her face.

The only problem with my evil plan was that it backfired.

I meant to torment her, but just the thought of torturing those puffy little n*****s of hers made me so hard when I left the bakery I could barely walk straight.