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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 65
“Yes, topina. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone,” he says to me, the hand that was on my breast moves to cup my chin and turn me to face the mirror. My eyes are glazed in desire, my mouth slack, and my cheeks red. I look like I’ve been thoroughly ravaged, even though Dante hasn’t been inside of me, yet. My gaze goes to Dante’s and the fire in his deep brown eyes, the need that’s there, makes my knees weak. “I need you, Dante. I need you inside of me.” He surges into motion. One of his hands grabs my right knee, pulling it up so that it’s hooked over his elbow. With his other hand, he pulls my thong to the side. “Stick your ass out for me, topina. Let me inside you.” I do exactly as he side, his cock automatically notching between the lips of my cunt. All he has to do is push. He does it slow, allowing me to feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his cock. “Oh, my god!” I moan.
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 66
In the end, I end up getting three dresses. One of them is the actual one that I’ll wear to the gala. A floor length column dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and adorable off the shoulder bows. It’s sleek, modern, and just sexy enough that it’s still appropriate for me to wear as the event coordinator and host of the event. The other two were insisted on by Dante. He wanted the original red dress that I tried on first. Admittedly, it was gorgeous. But it was way too revealing for this event, with a plunging neckline almost to my navel and a slit so high that a hint of my hip flashes when I move just right. The second was a navy blue dress with a high-necked halter front, but a back so low that it showed the dimples just above my ass. When I asked Dante where he expected me to wear either of these two dresses, he whispered in my ear, “No where that any other man can see you, topina. I just want you to wear then while I bend you over every piece of furnit
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 67
When I wake up, I’m in Emily’s apartment. I’d recognize the yellow walls and bright pink bedding anywhere. It’s like I’m in a package of Bubble Yum gum. The question is, how the hell did I get here? I look down and see that I’m at least out of my workout clothes, dressed in a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt. Though I smell like dried sweat and morning breath, so I obviously didn’t get showered. “Em?” I call out as I sit up in the bed. I hear scrambling down the hall and then Emily’s opening the door. “Q! Holy shit, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you ok?” “I mean, I need a shower, but I’m good. How did I get here?” I ask her. She sits on the edge of the bed next to me and brushes a piece of hair out of my face. “Josiah brought you here. Dante wanted you some place out of the house since someone has been getting in and out with those pictures. Josiah and Pablo are in the living
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 68
I’m some weird combination of fuming and afraid. Anxious and livid. I know mixed feelings can be rough, but feeling these two extremes aren’t easy. I try to tamp it all down and just think about what I have to do in order to get ready for the gala. “Hey Pablo, my appointment at the salon isn’t for another few hours, so we’ve got some time to kill. We could head to get something to eat,” I say, just now realizing that I’m alone with Pablo. Shit. If this is the hormones, I need to get this under control. “Sure, absolutely. I know a great place,” Pablo says, starting the car. There are a few moments of tense silence before I ask, “Where are Josiah and Emilio?” Pablo clears his throat, “Emilio is with Dante. They think that they have a lead on who is doing some of this. And Josiah…well, I though that he was at Emily’s, but I guess not.” That strikes me as weird. They always know where each other is. “Oh…ok,
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 69
I have no idea how long we’re in the car. I can’t see the clock at all and the windows in the back of the car are tinted enough that I don’t have an accurate idea of where the sun is to try and gauge the time. That has to be why no one can see me handcuffed in the car. Why no one seems alarmed as our car passes. Why no one is helping me. My phone continues to ping and I can tell that it’s pissing Pablo off. Well fuck him very much. If that irritates him, I’ll be happy to kick my phone under the seat so he can’t find it. Mother fucker. He pulls into an underground parking lot and turns around to look at me with his gun in his hand. He vaguely points it in my direction, but he doesn’t have to point the gun directly at me to get his point across. “Now I’m going to open the door so that I can get that fucking phone and set you up in a…more comfortable position.” The last part is said with a smarmy smile that makes disgust role up
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 70
Dante’s POV I throw my phone across the room, gripping my hair in agitation. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!” I scream. “We found both of their phones in a parking garage off of Atlantic in the Bronx on their way out of the city. We also found her purse in one of the trashcans here,” Emilio says. “FUCK!’ I scream, “How the hell did this even happen?” “I’m so sorry, Dante!” Emily has been crying ever since she called me freaking out about Pablo taking Quinn. “We had a fight after I told her that she shouldn’t go to the gala. She stormed out and Pablo was standing outside the door.” I fall onto the seat beside her and put an arm around her, rubbing her back. “It’s not your fault, Emily. Pablo was supposed to be someone that we all could trust. When I find that asshole, I’m going to string him up by his toes and carve him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.” Just then, one of the nurses walks into the room. “Mr. Luciano
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Quinn’s POV I wake up in an unfamiliar bed in a room that I’ve never seen before. It’s nearly double the size of my childhood bedroom and half again as large as my bedroom with Dante. “Where the fuck am I?” I move sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed, moving to stand. But the second that I start to get up, I have to sit back down and cradle my head. What the hell did Pablo just give me? Suddenly, my hands fly to my stomach. What about the baby? Please tell me that it’s ok. How would I know? Am I seriously going to tell my kidnapper before I tell my husband that I’m pregnant so that I can check and make sure that my baby is safe? I’m so freaked out that I work myself up to needing to vomit. Luckily, there’s a door wide open that shows the bathroom. I bolt off the bed and into the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet. Once the dry heaves subside, I sit on the floor on my ass. What do I do?
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 72
“W-w-what are you doing here?” I ask, completely stunned. I’ve stopped in the entryway into the dining room, unable to move. I’m not even sure who I’m talking to: my father or Gabriele. What the hell is happening? Did…did Gabriele kidnap me? My father? Why are they together? They’ve hated each other for as long as I can remember. Even when Gabriele and I were together, my father only spoke to him with thinly veiled disgust and Gabriele looked at my father like he was a bug beneath his shoe. The only reason that Gabriele tolerated my father was because of me. The only reason that my father tolerated Gabriele was because Don Reina, Gabriele’s father, could have had him taken out whenever he wanted to. I’ve known Gabriele since I was a child still wearing pigtails and with braces. I’d never been afraid of him. Not until now. Not until I saw that possessive look on his face as his eyes roam my body in the barely there dr
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