บททั้งหมดของ Surrender To Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

CORINAI don’t think I’ve ever had this much sex in one day. By the time evening comes, I’ve lost count of the number of times we’ve done it. And that’s not counting all the fooling around we did in-between. Speaking of which, I should probably take note so I can accurately deduct my debt. But I doubt I will be able to keep score. Dante is insatiable. And even though I never thought of myself as such, apparently so am I. I can’t seem to get enough of him. From the moment he took me to the shower, till now, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to think or focus on anything except him. Even as he’s gone and left me alone, I’m still thinking of him. My pussy is sore from all the pounding, but it’s still tingling for more.“How’s your cheek?” I hear him say as he wheels in a cart filled with food and a bottle of wine on ice.“I can’t believe you’re asking now after all that sucking I did. But it’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.” Must be all the orgasms.“Your food is ready,” he says, opening a platt

CORINA “Stop doing that.” I turn my gaze away from the scenic view of the Italian fields through the car window to Dante. He’s looking down at my fingers tapping the seat. I clench my hand and place it on my lap. “I’m nervous.” He raises an eyebrow. “Why? You’re not the one who’s getting married.” “Yeah, but I’ve never been to a Mafia wedding.” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, we won’t be bathing the bride in the blood of her enemies as part of the ceremony.” “You know what I mean.” “Are you talking about the twenty-one-gun salute we would do for the bridegroom?” Images of men in tuxedos shooting at the sky filled my mind, followed by Dante with an ostentatious, gold-plated semi-auto in his hand, spraying his own barrage of bullets. “Will you be taking part in it?” He laughs. “No! Mafia weddings, as you like to call them, are just like any other weddings. Boring and full of relatives you’d rather avoid.” “I don’t know if your brother would appreciate calling his weddi

DANTEWhen Vannucci referred to her heritage and she didn’t catch on, I thought the fear of her finding out had passed. I thought it was over until I see her marching over to me, with Nico a few steps behind her. I don’t wait for her to say more. Without thinking, I take her hand and lead her to the villa. The vast dining room we’re in doesn’t feel private, but I make sure it is by closing the doors. When I turn back at her, she has her arms crossed, still angry and confused. She looks like she wants to harm something, probably me. I would want to kill me too if I were her. If only Nico hadn’t run his mouth. If only I didn’t leave her alone with them.“Well?” she says. “Are you going to explain yourself?”Explain. What should I tell her? I could deny it. Tell her Nico is talking out of his ass and knows nothing. I doubt she would fall for it, especially considering my initial reaction to the possibility of her finding out was to make sure we talked about it in private. Nor would she f

DANTEAs soon as she leaves, I immediately want her back. Even when she sees me as a vile human being, more than she did before, I still want her. Not only that, but having her close to me gives me assurance that she’s okay. But what’s done is done. Regardless of how I feel, it’s better this way. I look around the garden for Gio. He’s at the head of the table next to his wife, who’s receiving gifts from the guests. I make a beeline towards the long queue and wait my turn. After a few minutes, Rico joins me. “I can’t find Nico. Have you seen him?”“He’s—”“And your girlfriend?” Rico, wiggling his eyebrows, adds,“Suspicious, don’t you think?”“They’ve gone back home together.”“What? Why?”“I made him go. Nico heard Saccone is about to crash the wedding.”“Oh. Do you think he’s looking for her?”“I don’t know yet. It could be a coincidence, or it could be he knows I have her. Either way, I made sure she was gone,so we don’t have to find out if it’s the latter.”“Good thinking.”The li

CORINA I wake up to the feeling of warm soft pillows contrasted with the dull throbbing pain near my temple. My head feels heavy, but I’m not sure if it is the pain or something else. Was I drugged? I struggle to get up into a sitting position. As my eyes open wider, I realize that I’m not at Dante’s apartment. Or anywhere familiar. I’m in what appears to be a hotel room. A deluxe, to be precise. It’s large enough to be too expensive for someone like me, but too small to be considered a suite. Where am I? A memory flashes in my mind. Rob and Sal arguing. Gunshots. Someone knocking me unconscious and now here. Is Rob okay? But if I am here alone… Panic sets in. I should get out of here. Wherever here is. I rush to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. They offer a view of the city skyline. The flashing neon lights which would bother me any other day bring me comfort. I’m still in the city. I look around to gauge where I am. I spot the Grand Palazzo on the other end of the city. I note