Dante's perspective:
As soon as my eyes locked on hers even though they were a different color I knew it was her. Emma has to be Rylee. I don't know how but she had to be. When Serge started rubbing her arm I nearly lost it. I'll have to dish it out to him later. I looked over at my sleazy uncle and Anthony who barely noticed what was happening around them. I looked back at Rylees ghost and back at the two assholes sitting down. She was there for them. She came back from the dead seeking revenge. I didn't know her plan but I needed stop her for her own protection.
Either way she was going home with me tonight. I called ahead to give my guys the night off and made my way to the back. I wasn't sure what I was going to do or what I was going to say. None of it mattered when she opened that door. On instinct I grabbed her and pressed my body into here's against the wall. The feel of her skin, the shape of her lips. It was her. To my surprise she didn't even try to fight, instead she wrapped her legs around my lower back. I could feel her wetness through our clothes as my cock rises to meet her pussy.
It wasn't until she removed the contact lens and I saw those familiar beautiful blue eyes staring back at me that I knew with out a doubt.
Dante: Rye!
Ten years. Ten fucking years I've cried over her. I've obsessed over her. I've master bated to a fantasy that she was somehow alive and mine. I've fucked many women trying to get her out of my head and now she was here in the flesh. I had to have her, and I was never going to let her go again.
Rylees perspective:
Dante sets my bag on the large black counter by the double sink and turns slowly removing his suite jacket as he stalks forward. I stumble back into the bedroom as he tosses his jacket to the side. He keeps stalking forward unbuttoning his light grey shirt stained with my tears and make up backing me up against the side of the bed. I suck in a cool sharp breath admiring his chiseled Greek god body as he tosses the shirt and I fall back onto the bed.
He lets out a gruffly grunt as I witness the rise in his pants. He slowly lowers him self carefully removing the gun from my boot and setting it respectfully in the nightstand drawer, before slipping off the boot. He repeats the actions with my knives and other boot and stands to his true height between my legs. His smile is devilish as he drops his pants revealing his full length. I prop my self up on my elbows admiring his beautiful manhood. No one could ever compare to his size and strength.
Dante: You're still wearing too many clothes.
I sit up tall on my knees sliding the suspenders over my shoulders and slowly unzipping the skirt. He grabs his cock in one hand giving it a slow strong stroke spreading the pre cum over his tip. My bra and skirt drops to the floor. He rips the thin black silk thong before grabbing my chin still stroking this dick.
Dante: I've always been safe with others. But I want to feel you Rylee. I want my cock to feel the inside of you and fill you with my seed.
He seals my lips with a kiss, silencing me with his tongue as he lyes me down pushing slowly through my soaked center. Every inch of him runs pleasurably against my insides forcing out a moan of ecstasy.
Dante: God you're so tight baby.
He looks me in the eyes as he pushes the rest of the way in till his pelvic is flush with my clit.
Dante: Are you a?
I shake my head wrapping my legs tightly around his hips and thrust while grabbing the back of his head bringing him down to a kiss. He was huge and I'll admit there was a slight pain at first as if I was a virgin but I quickly molded around his girth and got lost in the earth shattering, body quivering, intense orgasm that left me screaming his name and trembling beneath him. His body went rigid and the heat of his fluid filled my core. He lays partially to my side still semi hard inside me as he props up on one arm and kisses my lips. His other hand gripping my hip holding me in place.
Dante: Did you know we were suppose to get married.
I nodded.
Dante: I wanted to. I wanted to mary you and watch you get fat over and over again with our babies. I still do.
I turn away from him at babies, suppressing the idea.
Rylee: Why so you can thwart my revenge. It won't work.
He brushed my hair away from my face before dragging this fingers down to my chest lightly brushing against my hard dark pink nipple of my left breast. He repeats the same motion over my right nipple and runs down my side before coming to a halt at my scar.
Dante: No. because I love you. I did back then and I do more now than ever.
Rylee: You have no idea how I've longed to hear you say those words, but I might not be able to give you children
Dante: Because of this.
He rubs the scar before wiping away the tear that had escaped me. I nod in reply.
Dante: Who?
Rylee: Anthony!
He let out a sigh resting his forehead on mine.
Dante: Rye, I had no idea what my dad was going to do. You know I would have.....
Rylee: You would have done what ever you could have to stop him and gotten your self killed in the process.
I smile at him placing my hand on his face. He takes my hand and kisses my palm sweetly tickeling my wrist with his days old scruff.
Dante: No one ever told me what happened. I just knew! When I saw my piece of shit uncle with his face bandaged and my dad sitting in the study with drinks and cigars. I tried to kill em Rye. I tried to kill my dad for taking you away from me. I didn't care if I died. I welcomed death if it meant being with you.
Rylee: I'm glad you didn't.
Dante: Yeah... me too. So tell me. How are you alive.
Dante's phone began buzzing on the ground. He regretfully pulls out of me leaving me cold and empty. I take this moment to use the restroom, and throw away the contact lenses. Dante walks in a few second later with a concerned look. He turns on the water for the tub and comes up from behind me. Looking at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder.
Dante: Are you ok.
Rylee: Yeah why?
Dante: I made you bleed.
Rylee: Oh god I didn't ruin your comforter did I.
He chuckles kissing my neck.
Dante: No baby, but are you sure you're not a virgin.
Rylee: I'm not a virgin, but I have only been with one other person. He just wasn't nearly as big.
I felt his grin widen against the flesh beneath my ear. He quickly lifts me up and over the tub sliding in behind me as he shuts off the water. While tenderly whiping my body with a cloth becoming familiar with every freckle and muscle. When he reaches the scar on my back he pauses.
Dante: The coward shot you in the back.
I lean back against him while he crosses his arms around my chest and I wrap my fingers around his sun kissed muscles.
Rylee: I over heard them talking about the arranged marriage. I didn't hate the idea but it made me feel like a pawn in the 1600's. My mom caught me and had me join her and my brother in the entertainment room to play the piano. You know Gram, he never took a day off especially if a Santino was around.
I took a deep breath and continued.
Michael shot my mom first. Then my little brother. Anthony got me the once before Gram could get to me. He took two hits as he shielded my body before we wound up under the piano as they both emptied their guns. Leo brought my dad in. I heard them say he killed Benny. My dad wasn't done yet. I watched as he took out Leo's eye and reached for his gun before he took a bullet to the head.
Dante's body tenses with every word.
Dante: My father?
Rylee: Yes. Then he ordered Carl, and Gino to burn down the house. Luckily for us Anthony is a bad shot and tweedle dee and tweedle dumb didn't wait around to make sure we were dead.
Doc fixed me up the best he could. Even he knew what the damage meant for my future.
We took new identities and moved to Canada where we portrayed a normal life while monitoring everyone that was involved. Tonight doesn't change anything. I will not rest until the final four are in the ground.
He stands abruptly toweling himself off before pulling the drain and wrapping me in a towel caring me back to the bedroom. He was angry. But just like when we were kids, it wasn't anger towards me it was towards anyone who ever messed with me like Richie. He was always very protective of me and I think it was killing him a little that he wasn't able to protect me that night. He set me down and dried me off before pulling down the covers and laying me back down curling his body around mine like a cocoon.
Dante: How long have you been back?
Rylee: Three months.
Dante: How did you do it?
Rylee: Do What?
Dante: Carl, Gino, Michael. All perfect accidents with in the last three months. The only person to raise any suspicion is Leo, but that's because he's a paranoid psycho path already. Carl easy. Gino questionable yet predictable. But Michael?
Rylee: I've had to do things I'm not proud of, things better left untold.
Dante: I know what kind of person Michael was. How he was found. A woman would have had to spend a lot of time and do a lot of things to get that close. You said you've been with one other person.
I whipped around looking Dante in the eyes.
Rylee: I never had sex with Michael. God Dante. There's other things then sex that one can be a shamed of. He's dead what else matters. You want to know what kind of person I've become. What I've had to do, What I'm willing to do, how far I'm willing to go. I've only ever dreamed about being with you. But, we were never able to find your location, to know how you were, what you were doing, who you were doing. even if I had, I didn't know how you would feel about me after all these years, or what you would think of me knowing I can't have kids.
Dante: I've never loved anyone else and if you can't have kids it doesn't matter. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. What about you. Did you love the guy you gave your virginity to?
Rylee: No. my heart has always belonged to you. His name was Cole, he was a bouncer at a club I worked in Canada.
Dante: Was he good to you?
Rylee: Yes he was.
Dante: He must have had a small dick.
I started giggling.
Rylee: Compared to you? Microscopic.
Dante: Had I known I might have been a little more gentle.
Rylee: Who says I'd want you to be.
I raise a brow in challenge and he accepts eagerly, flipping me on my back. He was hard again and I was wet and ready for more. All the rules went out the window when it came to Dante. My heart never stopped beating for him. My body never stopped desiring him. I loved him then and I love him still. Though my body wanted him to take me as he did only an hour ago with all his raw lust, he was taking his time. Slow and gentle. We made love as if it was our first time.
Every pulse of his cock vibrated against my inner walls sparking little electric shock waves that shot through me, creating tiny little goose bumps of pure pleasure. He cradles my shoulders with one arm and my face with the other hand while his lips capture mine. His eyes hold mine captive as my finger nails sink into his muscular shoulder blades, and my legs hug his hips brining him closer. His golden eyes darken as his body trembles with need of release. I adjust my hips tightening my self around him.
Dante: Fuck Rye.
He quickens his pace causing the friction to build and all at once we both come undone. He rests his forehead on mine with jaded breath. Eyes still locked on mine. His cock still swollen and twitching with the last bit of his cum.
Dante: The dr said might not. Does that mean there is a chance.
Rylee: She said what little eggs I do produce are too weak, as well as my cervix walls. Besides I only just stopped taking the pill a couple of weeks ago. So even though you're clearly a Greek god, there's no chance you just knocked me up if that's what your trying to do.
His cocky smile widens flashing his dimples as he thrusts is hips into me a final time before laying to my side and pulling me into his chest.