One More Dance – Club Curve Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
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“Yes, he is, and you sent him there.” She looks at me like I hung the moon for her. She licks her lips, and I lean up and in, needing to taste her. Her lips are soft and welcoming as she parts them for me. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, gripping my shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her neck after breaking the kiss.

“I tried to find you when social media started. I looked for Lorenzo Diaz everywhere, but they were never you.”

“Sorry about that. My parents were infiltrating a family. I had to lie.”

“You knew what your parents were up to back then?”

“Of course. Secrets get you killed. It’s kind of our family motto. We live and die for this family. Be a part of it with me,” I say, not wanting to waste any more time than what we’ve already lost.

“My boys?”

“They’ll be Vitali’s. I’ll be their daddy. I swear I won’t treat them any differently than any children God blesses us with. I will never hurt you or them. It will take some getting used to that my step daughter will also be my sister-in-law,” I say, chuckling.

“Oh, my God. You’re right. Do you think he’ll ask her to marry him?”

“I’d be shocked if he hasn’t already. Vitali men know when they’ve met their match. I knew when I met you, but I was too damn young to claim you.”

“I should have waited for you to find me.” She presses a kiss to my lips. It’s over too quickly, and I want more from her.

“Then you wouldn’t have the boys or Autumn. Without Autumn, Al would never be complete. Things happen for a reason; I’m just sorry you were hurt in the process, but never again. I will worship the ground you walk on. Everything I have is yours. You’ll never work another job a day in your life if you don’t want to. You’ll be my wife. Revered among the mafia wives. You will own me, body and soul. I have never and will never want another woman. I’ll never stray.”

“You never married?” she asks, and I know I have to tell her.

“I was, but she was the current mayor’s daughter. It was a political thing. I never touched her. I think I may have kissed her on the cheek on our wedding day. She spent our entire marriage fucking the previous mayor. I killed him for unrelated reasons.”

“Oh, so that’s where he is. That special election was something else,” she says, laughing.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, kissing her again.

She pulls me toward her as she lies down on my childhood bed. I lie on top of her as I kiss her. Then I move my lips and tongue down her body until I reach her tits. I pull them out of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra. Her perfect bouncing tits are begging to be kissed, so I do so before sucking on her nipples. She writhes underneath me.

“Lorenzo, please. Don’t tease me. I haven’t been with anyone since I conceived Gio. I’m clean, I swear.”

“Oh fuck, baby. You want me to make love to you now?” Dreams can come true, I guess.

“Yes,” she moans as my hand skims down her rounded belly to the end of her dress. I pull that up and find her not wearing any panties. Fuck… I groan as my fingers skim her pussy. She moans and moves her hips. She’s already wet, but I lean down and taste her by running my tongue up and down her slit. “Inside me, please,” she says, clawing at my hair.

Rising up on the bed, I pull my shirt off and toss it. She sits up and pulls her dress over her head. Her keys ping off my dresser as her dress hit it. I shove my jeans down and kick them off. I stroke my cock while staring down at her cunt. She spreads her legs for me. She uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips, and a string of her desire forms between her spread lips.

“Fuck. I don’t think I can last this first time,” I groan as I move over her and guide myself into her.

“That’s okay,” she moans. “We have the rest of our lives to last. I’m already close; please move,” she demands, her voice hoarse and full of desire. I slide in and out of her, falling more and more for her as I do. Insane, but I’m a Vitali. Fuck a slow burn.

I don’t know how long we stay in my bedroom, but I worship her body in the best ways. From the way everyone stares at us, they know what we were up to, but it doesn’t matter.

Elizabeth Deluca is finally mine. My Berry Betty is mine.



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