All Chapters of The Wife He Never Married: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DANTEI was in trouble and it became painfully obvious the second June stepped out of her house and into the evening light like she had been crafted specifically to ruin men for sport.The dress clung to her in ways that should’ve been illegal. Soft, elegant fabric skimmed over every curve and ended just high enough to make a man start imagining things he had no business imagining while standing in front of her father’s house with flowers in one hand and whatever remained of his self-control in the other.I had seen beautiful women before, plenty of them but none of them had ever made my body lock up the way June did, none of them had ever made my chest feel tight and my blood turn hot at the same time, none of them had ever made me want to drag them into my arms and put a ring on their finger in the same breath and that was the problem.I wasn’t used to wanting things halfway, when I wanted something, I took it, protected it and kept it. June was becoming dangerously close to all th

DANTEJune smiled, slow and wicked. “Then maybe I need a better one.”I kissed her before she could finish whatever dangerous thought she was about to say, this kiss was slower, deeper, less frantic and somehow more intimate.I held her face in both hands while she melted against me, and when she sighed into my mouth, the sound went straight through my chest.I slowly adjusted the angle of the seat then unbuckled my pants and pulled out my hard-on. June picked her lips as she lifted herself up, raised her gown, pulled her panties to the side and slowly lowered herself onto me. “Fuck,” I let out, my voice barely audible as the wetness and warmness of her pussy wrapped around me. This girl will surely be the death of me. She trembled against me, her breath uneven and heavy as her fingers curled around my arms. She whimpered as she slid further down and I was still trying to get a hold of myself when she started moving slowly then picked up the pace, getting a groan out of me. I didn’

JUNE He led me onto the yacht with a hand at the small of my back, steady and warm. The inside was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Soft lighting. Polished wood. Cream furniture that looked too expensive to touch. A dining table set near wide glass windows overlooking the water, candles already lit and flickering against the dark.It was elegant without trying too hard. Romantic without being tacky.Very Dante, apparently.I turned slowly, taking it all in. “This is insane.”He moved behind me, close enough that I could feel his heat against my back. “Do you like it?”I looked over my shoulder at him. “You brought me on a yacht after I practically attacked you in your car.”“You say that like it’s a complaint.”I laughed, and the sound bounced lightly around the room, loosening the last bit of tension still knotted in me.Dinner was already waiting. Steak, roasted vegetables, buttery potatoes, and enough seafood to feed a small village. I had barely sat down before Dante was

DANTETonight we were sober and drunk at the same time, no alcohol, no haze and no excuse, just her.Just June in my arms, breathless and trembling after what I had just done to her against the dining table, and me feeling more gone than any bottle had ever managed to make me. Lust had a way of clouding the edges of everything, but this… this wasn’t just lust, it was sharper than that, it was dangerous, it made me reckless and possessive and absurdly gentle all at once.I carried her through the yacht like I had all the time in the world.June’s arms were looped around my neck, her cheek warm against my shoulder, her breathing still unsteady where it touched the side of my throat. The hem of her dress brushed against my wrist with every step, and every time I looked down at her, I had to fight the urge to turn around and take her right back to that damn table. She’ll remember everything I do to her tonight. The captain was somewhere on the lower deck and a sane man would have cared,

DANTENobody else on the planet would call me at this hour unless someone was dead, dying, or stupid enough to deserve it.I carefully shifted out from under June, making sure not to wake her, and grabbed the phone before it rang again. She made a soft sound in her sleep and turned into the pillow, still dead to the world. Lucky her.I stepped out of the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind me before answering.“This had better be worth it.” I gritted, keeping my voice as low as I possibly could in order not to wake June, or worse have her hear what we were talking about.Enzo didn’t waste time. “Sorry boss. I have bad news.”The irritation in me sharpened instantly making my heart skip a beat. “Go on.”I heard him heave a breath before dropping the bomb. “The police were talking.”I leaned against the wall outside the suite, gaze sliding toward the black water beyond the windows. “And?”“And there’s no evidence of the warehouse at all.”My jaw tightened. As well as my fingers aro