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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 85
There is a beat of silence as my friends just stare at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. Maybe I have. “What the ACTUAL fuck are you talking about?!” Emily demands. Each one of her words gets louder as she talks, so that at the end I’m having to cover my ears. Grayson is staring at me, his mouth wide open. “W-what – why – how did you manage to get to that conclusion?” He doesn’t get it. Neither of them do. I don’t even know that I understand this desperate, clawing, loneliness in my chest or the voice in my head telling me that he doesn’t really want me. But they are my best friends. If anyone is going to understand, it will be these two. “Once I found out that I was pregnant, I started thinking about my relationship with Dante. He didn’t want this marriage anymore than I did, but he actively fought it. Was out with other women, left me alone, and basically treated me like shit.” Neither of
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 86
I am in the hospital for nearly a week before I’m finally allowed to come home. Dante stays with me every single night. He’s there every day. I’m in a private, deluxe suite in the hospital, so he even had someone drop by the house to bring both of us clothes and toiletries. He never leaves the hospital, leaving only to get food or to take a phone call if needed. He was there the whole time. Whispering how much he loves me. Touching me at every opportunity. Bringing me little snacks or an icepack or taking me for walks.Showing me with every action, every word that I could trust him.That he isn’t like my father or Gabriele or even like my brother Stefan, who had stood by and allowed my father to sell me off.And then at night…Well, the first few nights he just holds me to him, making sure that I feel safe. It took that long for the bleeding to completely stop. I’m fairly sure that I would have been allowed to stay at the hospital were I not married to
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 87
I can’t help but stare at Dante as he wipes my slick from his mouth. He truly is beautiful. I know that’s a weird thing to say about a man, but oh my God is he sexy. He looks like the model that all those Greek statues were based off of. My voice comes out harsh and breathy with my need for him. “Please Dante. Please fuck me.” His fully erect cock bobs as he looks me over. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes look over my body, starting from where his mouth just was, raising to my breasts, and then to my eyes. Almost as an afterthought, he pumps his hand up and down his shaft. His voice comes out gravely, “How are you feeling? I know today is supposed to be the day, but if you don’t feel well, then - “ I immediately cut him off. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to go to the most expensive sex shop there is and find something that is going to fucking satisfy me.” Ok, yeah, I’m fucking bluffing, but I’m
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 88
Dante’s POV I’ve had a spa day arranged for Quinn with my sister, Grayson, Emily, and surprisingly my brother, Rocco. My siblings have been hanging out with Quinn and her crew a lot lately. I wasn’t all that surprised about Bianca. But Rocco? I know that Grayson is gay. The man has hit on numerous of my bodyguards since Quinn has become a part of our family. But the way that my brother looks at him? I don’t judge people’s sexual orientation. Honestly, I don’t care. Actually, my parents don’t care either. My father had asked me when I was 18 and asked again before agreeing to my engagement to Quinn. If I had been gay, he would have still made an advantageous match for me and found an appropriate surrogate, though he wouldn’t have been happy about the whole insemination thing. Probably would have insisted on being in the room from when I splooged in the cup until it was put into the surrogate.Very progressive for a mafia family.Still, I didn’t know i
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 89
Quinn’s POV The weather had turned cold in the past weeks that I’d been on bed rest and reduced activities. Because of that, I chose to wear a long-sleeved dress. It had a fitted bodice with a box-neck and a full skirt that ended just below my knees. A pair of kitten heels and a pearl earring and necklace set completed the outfit. As I finish my hair, Dante comes up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You look beautiful,” he whispers as he bends down to kiss me on my neck. I can’t help but smile at him. “Just because I’m going to the memorial service of an asshole, doesn’t mean that I can’t look good,” I say with a shrug. He gives a chuff of dry laughter and moves back as I go to spray the tight bun that I have my hair in. When I’m finished, I smooth the sides of my hair and stand up. Dante is waiting for me a few feet away and I walk directly into his arms. “This sucks,” I say to him. “We don’t h
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 90
Stefan, Dante, and I are sitting in the waiting room of my father’s lawyers office. Josiah and Emilio are behind our seats and I know that they will flank the doors inside while we take our appointment. Ever since of my kidnapping, I go nowhere without one of these two mean with me. Can’t say I mind.I’ve known Rupert Sterling for most of my life, at least in passing. He has never been what you would call “warm and fuzzy.” The guy is so pale that it’s obvious he never goes out in the sun. You remember that old cartoon of The Legend of Sleepy Hallow? He reminds me of Ichabod Crane.The creepy ass man opens the door to his office and ushers us in. “Mr. Rothschild, Mrs. Luciano, its nice to see you again, though I’m sadden that its under these circumstances. I am truly sorry for your loss.”Out of the corner of my eye, I see Stefan clench his teeth in anger. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since yesterday. I know that he has a lot of conflicting emotions about our
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 91
Dante’s POV The door opens to Mario, my family’s butler. “Signor Luciano! (Mr. Luciano!) We were not expecting you. Please come in. Would you like a late breakfast? I'm sure the cook would be happy to prepare something for you.” “Good morning, Mario,” I say with a warm smile. Quinn has told me how kind the man was to her when I was attempting to distance myself from her. The man has won himself my undying loyalty. “I ate at home, but I thank you. Is the Don in? I stopped by in hopes of speaking with him.” Taking my coat, Mario answers. “He is in, signor. I’m sure that he would be happy to see you. He’s in his office. I’ll bring in coffees straight away.” “Thank you, Mario.” I stare straight ahead, down the hall to where my father is. To where my future could take a rather interesting turn. Mario seems to sense my hesitation. “Is all well, signor?” I sigh. “I think I am about to disappoint the don
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 92
Quinn’s POVEight months later… “Em, you have completely outdone yourself!” I saw as Dante and I walk through the Palm House at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. The Palm House is a huge, glass enclosure, usually a place where weddings are held, but with the guest list that the Lucianos invited to the shower full of politicians, millionaires, and other celebrities, we needed a big place. We have refused to find out the baby’s gender, so neutral colors in various shades of yellow, green, and brown are the color palette. Because of that, we went with a woodland theme: foxes, hedgehogs, birds, butterflies, bears, etc. And little touches are all over the place. The thing that I absolutely didn’t want, though, was wood and trees and that rustic hippy vibe that everyone seems to be all over. Instead, Emily went with bushes, balloon arches, and flowers. There are teddy bears, some as big as I am, scattered around the room, bassinets, swings
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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
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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
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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
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 93
“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
