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We fly on a private plane belonging to the Luciano family to Bora Bora. We’re spending our honeymoon at a luxury resort called Bora Bora One. The Luciano family have rented out an entire five suite villa just for the two of us. I had tried to convince the Don that it was too much for just Dante and me and if he was going to rent out so much space, then the whole family should come. At least then, I wouldn’t have to worry about having to deal with Dante all by myself. The Don told me that they rented out the whole villa for safety. Two of the suites would be taken up by our security teams and Dante and I would have the rest of the villa to ourselves. He didn’t want to get between Dante and my “bonding” time, as he called it. As much as the Don has treated this as a business transaction, I think that he and Emilia are secretly hoping that something might happen between Dante and me. How wrong they are. The entire flight to Bora Bora, all 18 and a half hours, are spent in si
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 21
The house is gorgeous. It’s a sprawling one story villa right on the beach. Five suites. A gym. An infinity pool. Even an organic garden for the chef to get food from. The place is insane. Like I’ve said before, my family is well off and I have traveled across the globe many times, staying in villas and five star hotels. But this place just obnoxiously screams “Small Fortune!” I mean, it’s fucking dripping money to the point that I’m afraid to touch anything. “Good Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Luciano.” The concierge, Teva, greets us with a bright smile. “Good Morning, Teva. You can call me Quinn,” I tell him. Dante just grunts at the man. Asshole. “Very good, Mrs. Quinn. Mr. Luciano. Chef is preparing you a meal, which should be ready in the next 20 minutes. Plenty of time for you to refresh yourselves and pick whichever suite that you would prefer. Of course, there is the main honeymoon suite, but some couples prefer one of the other rooms,” Teva states. “You ca
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 22
The next morning, I plan on going on a snorkeling tour of the Coral Gardens with a group. It’s early and I hadn’t planned on inviting Dante with me because of that. He just didn’t strike me as the early morning type. So, I got up around 6, doing yoga on the beach. It’s so calm and peaceful. When I was in college, I spent an entire summer with a friend on the Italian coast. I did yoga every morning on the beach. It was one of my best memories of living there. Just the calm that would come over me during that time. The sound of the waves, the heat of the sun, the call of the gulls, the scent of the sea spray. It grounded me for my whole day. I’m finishing my last sun salutation when Dante jogs towards me from the beach. Huh. Guess I had him pegged wrong if he’s already gotten a run in this morning. “Buongiorno (Good morning), wife,” he says with a smile. I squint at him through the early morning sun rays. “Wife? Really?” “What?” He gives me a panty melting smirk.
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The water is warm and a beautiful opaque azure blue. It’s so quiet and peaceful beneath the water. Josiah, Dante, and our instructor, a young Polynesian man named Kaipo, are in the water with me, but with as quiet as it is, I could be here by myself. Sound comes out more a movement in the water and I can more feel when a fish or one of the men get close to me. Instead of doing pure snorkeling, Kaipo taught us how to use air tanks. It makes it so that we can stay underwater for longer and explore. I took what Dante said to heart about wearing something that he would jerk off to. I didn’t want to wear one of my more skimpy suits, since I needed to be able to move around without flashing everyone in the vicinity. However, all of my suits showed some part of my body that Dante has already stated a desire to get better acquainted with. So, I opt for a high cut, Brazilian bikini bottom with a top that gives good coverage of my cleavage, but has a cut out along the bottom of
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 24
Dante doesn’t stop touching me the entire time back to the house. On the boat, in the car, even as we walk into the house, he either has his arm around my shoulders, a hand on the small of my back, or has me tucked into his side. He also keeps giving me these quick looks out of the corner of his eye. It’s almost like he needs to keep reassuring himself that I’m there and safe. Honestly, I don’t mind it. The chill that crept over me when he said that the oxygen tank had been tampered with still lingers at the base of my spine. It reminds me of him saying that there were threats against me before our wedding. I had completely put that out of my mind, but this brought all of those fears back to the forefront of my mind. Dante’s touch seems to be the only thing that’s keeping me from breaking down. The entire ride back to the house is quiet. Kaipo is still unconscious from Josiah punching him. Josiah is focused on the drive. I’m in shock. And Dante seems to be stewing in w
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Dante took amazing care of me. He washed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp as he did so. He washed my back but told me that I needed to wash the rest of my body. “I’m holding on by a thread, cara mia. I can’t touch you any more than this,” he groans into my ear. I hide my smirk, but move away from him to wash myself. And then he pulls me against him, whispering in my ear, “Rilassati, cara mia. Sono qui per te. (Relax, my dear. I’ve got you.)” I lay back and close my eyes while Dante’s fingers move up and down on my arms. But everything that happened is still bugging me. Quietly, I ask, “Why is this happening? Who is after me and what do they want?” Dante settles his cheek on the top of my head. “I don’t know, cara. It’s all just been verbal threats up until now. I don’t think that they were actually trying to kill you, but they were definitely trying to scare you. I just can’t figure out if this is someone after your family, my father, or me.” I tense
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Our time on Bora Bora for the next several days is mostly spent near the house. Dante was worried about more attempts on my life. Josiah had learned that someone had called the owner of the dive shop that was in charge of our tour. Apparently, they had offered to pay them a shit ton of money so that I was ensured to get the tank that had the least air in it. Now let me be clear, this wasn’t as big of a deal as Dante and Josiah were making it out to be. Yes, I was scared, but it wasn’t like I was really going to run out of air. The tank beeping alerted us, but I had plenty of time to get to the surface. I would have had plenty of time even if Dante and Josiah hadn’t helped me. I think that it’s just the premise. That someone had threatened my life, along with everything else that had been going on. It was scary and Dante didn’t want to take any chances. He’s been…kind. Very different from anything that he’s ever shown me. It’s seductive, and amazing, and really, real
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I hate that our “honeymoon” was marred by the air tank thing, because it was honestly one of the best times of my life. Dante is actually decent company. He’s funny, attentive, and a good conversationalist. Surprisingly well read and traveled. Even though the air tank thing was scary, Dante quickly took my mind off of it without making me feel like he was pandering to me or that he was hiding things. Today is our last day in Bora Bora. Our plane leaves tonight. The house staff are packing our bags And Dante and I are taking a final glass-bottom boat tour of the islands. Unsurprisingly, Josiah is driving the boat. He’s been leading many of our excursions, typically with another guard. Today, that second guard is one of the younger ones, Michael. This is his first trip with the Luciano family, which means that he’s got to be pretty good at what he does. I’ve been trying to get to know all the guards a little, since we spend a lot of time together. But Michael is rather
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Yours On The Dotted Line Author's Note
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Yours On the Dotted Line. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone.I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal
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“DANTE!” I literally scream as my fingers curl into his hair, holding his mouth against me as I ride his face. His mouth has latched onto my clit, sucking and tugging at it, while his hand turns upward, his fingers making a ‘come hither’ gesture. I have never squirted with any other man and I’ve only done it a few times when my need for Dante is almost all consuming. It feels very different from a regular orgasm, the pressure building up almost as if you have to pee. But the release is so fucking good. It leaves me limp, like a rag doll. And it soaks everything. Especially if it is the first orgasm. From the way that Dante’s fingers are pressing at and rubbing on my g-spot, he wants me limp and happy when he enters me. There is something to be said for allowing a man to have his way with you. However he wants you. He moans into me, the vibrations causing me to clench around his fingers and I know that I am close. Can feel the wave starting to
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 5
Dante chases me into the ocean, not that I can actually go very far. Or want to. He’s quickly gotten all of his clothes off and has thrown them onto the sand. The last thing that I see flying off is his Versace watch, thrown somewhere in the direction of his pants. Then he’s running into the water after me. I make it until I’m about hip deep in the water before Dante catches me. “Fuck, cara mia. You’re so sexy,” he says as his hands move all over my body, starting with my stomach, move down to my ass to pull me close to him, and up to my tits. “I need you.” “You have me, baby. What are you gonna do with me now that you have me?” I ask him. He chuckles darkly. “Anything I want.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back just hard enough that my head is tipped up toward him. Dante takes my lips with his, completely dominating my mouth. I love this. I love when he takes complete and utter contr
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“Mama! I want to go play in the pool! Let me go!” Freddie is squirming everywhere in my arms, trying to get down and run out of the kitchen door into the backyard of the Luciano estate. Ok, I can’t say that I blame him. I’ve been holding him for about five minutes, not quite ready to let him go. “Topina, you have to let him go. We’re going to miss our flight,” Dante whispers along my shoulder, the vibration causing shivers to go down my spine. “You on the plane,” I say with a pout. “What’s the point of owning the plane if you can’t leave when you want to?” But I understand what he’s saying. I need to let Freddie go. It’s just that this is the first time that I will have spent more than a weekend away from my boy and he was always just down the road with Grayson and Rocco or Emily and Josiah or at Dante’s parents’ house. This will be the first time that I can’t just hop in the car and get to him if he needs me. I watch as Freddi
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 3
After my spa day with Bianca, I went to Freddie’s pre-school to pick him up at the end of the day. He runs out and directly into my arms. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m so excited!” he cries as I pick him up and squeeze him tight. I’m not going to be able to pick him up much longer. At four months pregnant, my OBGYN would probably be apoplectic over the fact that I’m carrying him right now. But it’s something that I know I’m going to miss and have decided that I’m going to carry him until my anniversary in a week, when I’ll have hit the five-month mark. Yes, it’s an arbitrary time, but I it’s the decision I made and I’m going to stick with it. “Hello, amore. How was your day at school? What has you so excited?” I ask him, turning and carrying him to the car. Josiah clucks his tongue as he sees me carrying Freddie in my arms, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows from experience with his own wife having been pregnant that you don’t fight with a mother-t
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 2
When I first met Bianca, I thought that she was stuck up, petty, and materialistic. I would have thought that she would want a black-tie affair without children in the most expensive and exclusive place in New York. Now that I really know my sister-in-law, nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, the girl loves to shop and she was never seen anywhere without her red bottomed shoes and Kate Spade bag. But when it came to what is important to her, family was the name of the game. “Honesty, Quinn, I would love to just go down to City Hall with the family and then go out to dinner. But you know Papà won’t allow that,” she groans. It’s been a month since my brother had proposed and, even though Emilia has tried to get Bianca to start planning the wedding, Bianca has steadfastly put her mother off. Today, Bianca and I are having a spa day. We’ve already had facials and massages and are in the process of pedicures before we get mani
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Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy, Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano, is turning three years old today. Here we are, surrounded by family and friends and sugar high toddlers, in a place that I never thought that we would make. Of course, the second the we finish singing and Freddie blew out his candles, he immediately shoved his hand into the cake, screaming, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!” “Oh, Freddie! That was for everyone. You can’t put your hands in it,” I scold him. “You say that like you don’t have two other cakes in the kitchen, cara mia. Let the boy enjoy his cake,” Dante tells me as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my head. “Then you can be the one to put him to bed tonight,” I tell Dante to loud laughs from Emily who is holding her and Josiah’s two-year-old
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Rocco looks at me, completely gobsmacked. “W-w-what do you mean?” I roll my eyes. “Do you really think Grayson wouldn’t tell me everything? Especially after I caught the two of you fucking the bathroom! Why are you keeping my best friend a secret?” “I’m not!” Rocco cries, though it is very obvious that neither of us believe him. I don’t even dignify that with a response. I just fold my arms over my very full breasts and stomach and glare at the man. “I’m not ashamed of being with Grayson!” he insists, eyes wide. “I just…” Rocco’s words peter out like he isn’t sure how to explain. I look around the room that we’re in and realize that it’s an office. Good. I can’t stand for long with the baby being this big and sitting on my hips. Makes my legs numb. Grabbing a seat, I watch my brother-in-law begin to pace as he tells me what’s going on. “My family knows that I’m gay. I came out to Bianca and Dante when
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“It started right after Dante found you and we all were basically meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me. We’re sitting in the front of Dante and my car. Grayson hasn’t looked at me since we sat down. I can tell that he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story. That in and of itself makes me sad. That he thinks that I wouldn’t be there for him. That I wouldn’t be happy for him. “At first, we just happened to be at the hospital at the same time. I noticed that Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up coffee for the both of us. And then he started grabbing pastries for us. Somehow one thing led to another and we ended up in a heavy make out session, dry humping against the alley wall of a café.” “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think that we would be happy for you?” “It’s not that...” he sighs. “At first, we kept quiet because of everything that was going on with your ki
