Lahat ng Kabanata ng SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

Andrea's POVHe was in the kitchen, his back partially to me, attending to something on the stove. He was wearing dark sweatpants that sat low on his hips and absolutely nothing else. The full landscape of his tattooed back and shoulders was on display, the ink catching the warm kitchen light as he moved—shifting, reaching, the muscles beneath responding with that effortless fluency that his body always had.I stood in the doorway and simply looked at him for a moment. This man who had held me together through the worst weeks of my life. Who had stood in hospital corridors with his jaw clenched and his fists at his sides trying to contain his own grief so there would be room for mine. Who had whispered reassurances in the dark when the panic attacks came and never once made me feel weak for having them.He turned, sensing me there.The smile that crossed his face was immediate and unguarded in a way that I still wasn't fully used to. Dante didn't smile carelessly. When he smiled like

Andrea's POVI kissed along his throat slowly, taking my time, not rushing any of it. His skin was warm. I could feel his pulse beating under my lips and I noticed with quiet satisfaction that it was faster than usual and getting faster as I went.I kissed the place where his neck curved into his shoulder, pressed there for a moment, felt him exhale slowly through his nose.Then I moved lower.I brought my lips to the top of his chest and started following the ink. His tattoos were something I'd spent a lot of time studying, both with my eyes and my hands, but this was different—learning them with my mouth, tracing the lines slowly with my lips and occasionally the flat of my tongue.There was a bird across his collarbone. Dark and large and detailed, wings spread fully open like it had been caught mid-flight and frozen there permanently. I pressed my lips along the line of one wing, then the other, unhurried, deliberate.He made a sound deep in his throat. Not a word. Just a sound th

 Andrea's POVI didn’t pull away. I took him deeper instead, sucking harder, my hand stroking fast and tight at the base while my mouth worked the rest of him. I wanted it. I wanted every drop. I hummed again, louder, and felt his control snap.When he came it was with my name on his lips, low and broken."Andrea— fuck—"His whole body went rigid and then released all at once. His cock swelled on my tongue and the first hot, thick pulse flooded my mouth. I swallowed around him without hesitation, the taste of him salty and intense as more followed — pulse after pulse, hot and heavy, coating my tongue and throat in thick ropes. His hips jerked with every spurt, small, uncontrolled thrusts that pushed him deeper as he came. His hand in my hair tightened almost painfully for a second, holding me there while he emptied himself, then loosened as the last pulses faded. His free hand gripped the counter so hard I heard the wo

Andrea's POVHe worked me through every second of it, his hands completely steady, his body still moving in that slow deliberate rhythm, his dark eyes fixed on my face the entire time like watching me come apart was something he'd never get tired of.When the last wave finally faded I was trembling all over, completely spent, my forehead dropping forward onto his shoulder. My breath was coming in uneven pulls that I couldn't seem to regulate. My hands had loosened from gripping to just resting against his skin, no strength left in them."That's my girl," he murmured into my hair, his hand moving to my lower back and rubbing slow warm circles there, grounding me, easing me down.He was still moving. Carefully, slowly, but his breathing had changed—rough now and deliberate, like keeping the pace gentle was costing him something real. The control was still there but it was fraying visibly, unraveling at the edges.I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked at him properly.His jaw was

Andrea's POVI pulled the t-shirt over my head and it fell to mid-thigh, soft and worn and smelling like him. The boxers I stepped into and had to roll the waistband over twice to keep them in place. I looked ridiculous. I felt completely comfortable.Dante had pulled on sweatpants and nothing else, which I considered entirely unfair given that I was now completely covered and he was still walking around looking like that.He came back from the bedroom with a blanket, dropped it on the couch, and settled himself against the armrest. Then he looked at me and opened his arm in that simple gesture that meant come here.I went without hesitation, fitting myself against his side, my legs across his lap, my head on his chest. His arm came around me. The blanket came over both of us, tucked around my feet with more care than was strictly necessary.He picked up the remote from the side table."What do you want to watch?" he asked."Something that doesn't require thinking," I said honestly."