All Chapters of Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jean “What?” Dante asks in disbelief, looking at me as if I‘d said something out of character. Maybe I did but it’s for the best. This way he knows exactly what I want to do. The need to be active and involved is strong because the minute I stop moving I’ll start to crumble. “How are we proceeding with the plan?” I ask, subtler than the last question. “I need to do something, Dante— no you don’t understand!” I add when he tries to reach for me and cut me off. “I need to do something.” Dante’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion before the realization hits him. Suddenly, he has a hand around my wrist and practically drags me across the kitchen and into the living room. I don’t even get time to admire the penthouse’s interior because Dante all but pushes me down into the plush black couch. I hit the cushions with a soft plop leaving me to crane my neck all the way back to look up at him. “What—” “Sit down,” he says, cutting me off. Though confused and pissed at how he’s manhandling me, I

JeanShocked to hear Dante’s voice, I don’t turn around, instead, I wait for him to come closer. He admits that he has been keeping this room a secret, but I want the explanation to come from him.“What are you doing here, Jean?”“You didn’t tell me about the casino,” I reply instead, curious to know why.I hear some shuffling behind me as Dante moves closer. Dante hums before replying, “I didn’t want it to be the first thing I tell you after waking up.”“Ah,” I reply nodding, having assumed as much. This whole time he was thinking about how I felt and I, on the other hand, didn’t stop to consider his feelings. “I’m sorry about how I acted this morning,” I add ashamed. “It’s… not excusable. I’m sorry for the trouble. I didn’t mean what I said.”I chew the inside of my cheek, waiting for Dante to say something.“I accept your apology,” he replies finally. “And to be honest, you did mean it. You meant what you said, and what I won’t accept is you downplaying your emotions. I appreciate

JeanTo my surprise, Dante bends down to line his face up to my soaked pussy, licking up my juices like he’s a starved man. Too fucked-out to do anything else, I lay there, a moaning mess, accepting everything he’s giving to me.“You taste like heaven. Come here,” he says as he brings his lips to mine. Tasting myself on his lips should feel so wrong, but somehow it makes me hot all over, ready for another round.“W-wait,” I manage to moan against his lips. “W-wanna taste you. Need to suck you off.”Scrambling to get up on my elbows, I allow Dante to undress, his thick cock springing from the confines of his tight underwear. With Dante straddling me, he takes his proud member into his hands slapping my face a few times with it.“You want this?” he teases, and I swear I salivated at the sight of him, waving his cock in front of me like bait. From this angle, laying underneath him, I could see every ripple of Dante’s muscles as he moves from the curve of his cock to his delicious abs and

DanteThis is fine, right? Jean said I could tell her anything, and I want to tell her everything. I know that I should tell her everything, but that doesn’t stop the voice in my head screaming at me to stop. Somehow, it knows that there’s a chance that Jean might turn away from me again after hearing my truth.And that terrifies me. The thought of losing her forever scares me more than anything. “Take your time,” Jean says, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. God, I don’t deserve her. She’s too pure, too perfect for me, yet here I am, a selfish asshole who wants her all to himself.“It’s about time I told you the whole truth about the family.” I manage to say finally. Jean may have been involved with some of our missions and she has immersed herself among the mafia don’s wives, but really she has only managed to scratch the surface of my world.She knows the glitz and glamour, and she knows about the blood and violence, but Jean doesn’t know about what happens in between, and the r

JeanWe’ve talked well into the night that the dim lights of the penthouse are barely enough to illuminate our surroundings. But I welcome the darkness, this is where Dante and I feel most comfortable, as fucked up as we both are.“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his neck, and I feel Dante tighten his arms around me, pulling me even closer to his body. I allow myself to relish in Dante’s warmth for a solid minute before I pull away slowly, knowing that there’s still so much we need to talk about.Talk. That’s right. All this time we have been brushing off each other’s thoughts and feelings when what we should have been doing instead was talking.What was it that people say? Communication is the key to a good and healthy relationship? Wow. Maybe those counseling programs know what they’re talking about after all.I pull away just enough that I can look at Dante’s face if I crane my head enough. Resting my hands on his strong chest, I coax Dante to look at me with a small tap.“You are go