that forever, he was pretty damn sure her family would be furious.
Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Russo, your daughter didn't come because I was busy making her come… my bad.
That would earn him castration, no doubt.
Pulling back, he pumped his fingers deeper, rubbing hard circles around her clit with his thumb, as he kissed along her thigh. She was getting close. He could tell. He was becoming in tune with her signals. She always tilted her head back, her jaw going slack, her throat flexing as she held in a cry.
It hit her at once, her body jolting, her knees locking to keep her upright as her legs tried to close. She held onto his shoulders, fisting his suit coat as whimpers escaped her throat. The second the pleasure ran through her, Dante sunk his teeth into her upper thigh. She screeched, her body quivering, and Dante smiled to himself, kissing the red mark he'd left on her skin, before his mouth moved back to her pussy. He kissed it, his tongue swiping along it a few times, before he stood up.
No hesitation at all, he pulled her to him, smashing his mouth to hers. He kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip, before whispering, "I could keep going, but we've really gotta leave."
He grabbed Gabriella's hand. She staggered, stammering, tugging her dress down as Dante pulled her to the door.
"Wait, hold on, let me lock up," she growled at him, her face flushed, when he tried to lead her down the stairs. He gave her a few seconds before tugging on her arm, dragging her away.
He glanced at his watch. Noon. "What time does this thing start again?"
"One o'clock," she said.
Shit. "We might make it if we take the Holland Tunnel."
"We better make it," she said. "This whole thing is going to be crazy enough. The last thing we need is to get off on the wrong foot."
He hated to break it to her, but getting off on the right foot was impossible. Because any foot he used to waltz into New Jersey under these circumstances ran the real risk of a gory amputation. Dante should've courted Gabriella, schmoozing with her father the same time he wooed her, but it was too late for that.
No, instead he was crashing a Brazzi wedding, in Brazzi territory, to let them know he was dating one of their Brazzi girls.
Maybe he did have a death wish.
The hour drive to Alpine, New Jersey, was cut down to damn near forty-five minutes, thanks to a heavy foot on the gas pedal and a healthy dose of luck for a change. The massive metal gate blocking off the sprawling estate hung wide open. Men dressed in all black stood guard beside the entrance, looking like the Secret Service, and waved them through, the McLaren sticking out in the sea of black sedans that swarmed the area.
"Last chance to change your mind," Dante warned her, pulling onto the property past the men, following the paved path toward one of the biggest mansions Dante had ever laid eyes on. He'd always heard Victor Brazzi lived in style, but he hadn't expected a fucking stone castle.
"Not changing my mind," she said. "Not a chance."
Brave, brave soul.
Maybe she has a death wish, also.
Dante followed a few other cars, driving right up to the front of the house. The moment he put it in park, both doors swung open. Dante climbed out, coming face-to-face with the Valet, a young guy in a red vest, wearing a bowtie. He couldn't have been more than twenty-one.
"Try not to fuck up the car," Dante told him, taking the yellow numbered ticket and slipping it in his pocket to pick his car up later. "It's still kind of new."
Dante waited for Gabriella to join him. She slid her arm into his, wrapping herself around him as they headed for the door. Staff covered the property, an older bald man with a clipboard standing on the front step, greeting guests, a smile on his face.
Until he caught sight of Dante.
"Name?" he asked as they approached, his eyes narrowed. Uh-oh. There might've been some recognition there, but his suspicion was blatant.
"Russo," Gabriella chimed in. "Gabriella Russo."
The guy's eyes flickered to the clipboard, scanning for her name, before he again looked right at Dante. "And your name?"
"He's my plus one," Gabriella said as an orchestra started playing off in the distance. "So he won't be on the list. But if you'll excuse us, we really need to go