Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) (3 page)

The entire family was shocked, but I could barely contain myself.  I watched her dance almost like I was in another world.  Dimly I realized that she had incredible talent, not that I was surprised.  Rina's movements had indicated to me a long time ago that she had natural rhythm.  When her number ended, she looked beautiful and full of life, and my heart ached for her.  I couldn't fucking believe it when her partner kissed her, really kissed her, full on the lips in front of everyone.  She didn't push him away, and that infuriated me.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! Was he going to fuck her right on the floor right in front of us?"

The rage I felt was mixed with terror. Now I knew for sure that I was going to lose her.  And worse, I knew that she'd lied to me.  She was attracted to him.  She had to be, or she would have smacked him when he kissed her.  I wasn't sure who I was more pissed off at; the dick bag little fucker that she was dancing with who'd all but pawed her in front of everyone, or myself for being so fucked up that I couldn't touch her myself. 

The two of them walked past me on their way to the waiting area, and I felt like grabbing the asshole that had a death grip on her hand so that I could kick the shit out of him.  I knew that when Sabrina looked at me that she could see that I was upset, because her eyes widened in shock.   

An hour passed while I waited to see her again.  I knew I looked like a total nut to our families, but I was too keyed up to pretend that everything was fine.  It
really
fucking wasn't.

When I finally did see her, I behaved like a total dick.  Sabrina didn't put up with my bullshit, and she called me on it.  Watching her stomp away from me was scary as hell.  We'd never fought about anything real before, and knowing that she was angry at me was a terrible feeling.

Fortunately she had accepted my apology and had gone out to dinner with me and the family that night. 

Later t
hat night everything about our relationship changed, permanently.  We'd wound up at my house alone, no other family around.  She'd looked so damn beautiful in her short little dress, those sexy as hell legs making me crazy.

The line between right and wrong crumbled when I scented her arousal.  I needed Sabrina like I'd never needed anyone
or anything else before.  If I didn't take her, I knew that I'd go insane.  I couldn't pretend anymore that it was going to go away.  She was exquisite, pure liquid perfection under my tongue and hands.  When I slid into her tight heat for the first time, I lost a piece of my soul to her. 

There was no distance between us, not even the separation that would have come with a condom.  Instead, for the first time in my life, I was insid
e someone completely bare.  My heart, my soul, everything I had was exposed to her, and she took it for her own, whether she realized it then or not.

The first time we had sex that night
, everything in my life shifted.  I knew I wasn't going to be the same, but I didn’t really realize how different I'd really be.  As much as that first time changed things, it was the second time we came together that I acknowledged what I'd been too terrified to even consider before that. 

I was crazy fucking in love with her.

We had our ups and downs as we navigated our way into a real relationship, but it wasn't long before I acknowledged the truth.  Sabrina was the love of my life, and I wanted her to be my wife.  After a lifetime of running away and hiding, I was in it for the long haul.  I couldn’t wait to make her my wife, to start the next generation of the Hart family with her.

I tried
to silence my conscience, but I couldn't marry her without telling her the truth.  She'd chosen me, but would she still if she knew what I'd done?

I laid it all out for her, told her the entire story
about my father.  No one else knew, not even Damien and Spencer.  I'd shouldered that burden myself. 

Sabrina was horrified by what our father had done, but she had no problem with my actions.  I could hardly believe it. 

"Dante, if someone ever violated Brooke, or violated my child, there isn't anything I wouldn't do to protect them either. You didn't murder him.  He killed himself because he thought he'd been caught.  The fact that you put your entire future on the line to protect those girls only makes me love you more."

I'd been honest, and she understood. 
That didn’t make what I did any less repugnant, but the fact that I'd been able to be one hundred percent honest with her only made me love her more.

We had been up in the air, on our way to a two week honeymoon in Hawaii when I'd gotten a call from Aunt Sandra telling me that Delilah had fallen and was in the hospital.  Sandra assured me that Delilah had regained consciousness and would be fine, but I was in a free-falling panic not being able to see her.  I wanted to turn around and go home, but I couldn't let Sabrina down like that.  When she told me that she herself had made arrangements while I was on the phone for us to return home as soon as we landed, I felt all over again why I loved her so damn much.

"I just adore you
baby.  It's only day one and you're already the best wife in the entire world. I love you more than I can ever hope to say Mrs. Hart."

She beamed at me, absolutely glowing as she took a seat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me.  "Of course we're going home
baby.  Our family will
always
come first. I love you just as much Mr. Hart."

The trip home seemed to take forever.  The only thing that made any of it bearable was my beautiful wife. 
My wife
.  I couldn't stop calling her that, nor could I stop thinking of her that way. 

When we finally arrived back in LA, my first stop was the hospital.  I needed to see my little girl, needed to know that she was truly okay.  I'd not called to alert anyone to the fact that we were back already, instead choosing to go right to the hospital.  You could have knocked me over with a feather when I walked into my sister
's room to hear my Aunt Sandra saying that Delilah was carrying her grandbaby. 

As pissed as I was that I'd not been told immediately,
once I knew that my little girl was okay, my underlying feeling was one of joy.  I knew my Delilah was going to be a wonderful mother, and I was secretly thrilled that even though he'd said he didn't want to have children, Spencer was going to be a father.  I'd been really unhappy when he'd admitted to me the morning of my wedding that he didn't want kids.  This family was my life, and I wanted everyone to be happy. I needed Spencer to be as content as the rest of us, and to me that meant having children with the woman he worshipped.  Spencer and Delilah were one of the reasons I'd ultimately decided to go all in with Sabrina. Seeing their connection evolve over the years, I'd known that true love wasn't just a theory. It was a reality, and now, it was my reality.

By the time we'd all settled into Spencer's house that night, I felt like I'd been in a whirlwind for the
preceding twenty-four hours.  I'd gotten married, my brother had gotten engaged, my sister had been injured and now we all knew that Spencer and Delilah were engaged
and
having a baby.  I'd thought things would probably start settling down after that, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

After dinner
while we were all gathered on Spencer's deck, the other shoe dropped. 

Spencer's crazy as fuck parents were trying to blackmail us
with some shocking revelations.  My father and Spencer's mother had two children, Dillon and Leah, who had been adopted out.  Dominique and Delilah weren't my father's biological children.  They had a brother, a ridiculously famous one at that, and they also had a father who was alive. To say that it was a lot to take in is an understatement. Now all we could do was wait to obtain more information so that we could meet the members of our family that we'd never known about.  I was all over the place about it, but Sabrina anchored me. 

"Together we can face anything baby, and I know
just
what to do to take your mind off of this for awhile…"

I knew exactly what she meant, and I was weak with anticipation. 
At her command I'd taken a shower before I sprawled across the bed in Spencer's guest room waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom.  Nine times out of ten, we showered together, but she'd told me that she wanted to surprise me with her honeymoon night lingerie.  I couldn't goddamn wait to see that.  My wife could wear rags and I'd still see her as the most beautiful woman in the world, but when she went out of her way to showcase her body, it brought out the animal in me.  The two of us were wild for each other, completely insatiable.  We had an insane amount of sex, but somehow it was never enough.  I couldn't get close enough to her, and she felt the same way.  Heaven on earth for me was being connected, body and soul, to my beautiful wife. 

When I heard the bathroom door open and I saw her in the doorway, time stood still.  She was stunning, absolute per
fection, and she was mine.  She was wearing the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life, bar none.  She was clad in a white corset, a white thong, a white garter and a pair of sky high white stilettos.  Just looking at her made me so hard I could have split firewood.

The smile she gave me lit up her entire face.  I sat up, moving to the edge of the bed as I stared at her.  Opening my arms, I gestured for her to come to me.  She was across the room to me in a second, climbing onto my lap so that she could straddle me.  Cupping her beautiful ass in my hands, I ground up into her.  I felt her clench above me,
and I growled.  Cupping my face in her hands, she started planting kisses on my eyes, my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, my chin and my lips.  Sabrina gave something to me that I’d never had before; absolute and unconditional love. Every day, I blossomed more under her hands.  She had opened me up, rearranged everything that I had been into everything that I had always wanted to be.

Pulling back, she stared into my eyes.  "I love being your wife
, love that you're my husband."

My heart melted in my chest.  I'd never know what I'd done to deserve someone so lovely, but I'd die to make her life as happy as humanly possible.  Everything she did made me happy, almost like she understood what I needed before I did.  Running my hands up her back, I cupped her head in my hands as I stared back at her.

"I'm so fucking happy with you Sabrina.  As long as I live, I will never forget watching you come down that aisle toward me. I love having you as my wife, love being your husband.  What you did on that plane while I was on the phone with Aunt Sandra and you arranged for us to come home meant so much to me."

She kissed me then,
ever so gently.  "Our vows said in good times and in bad baby, and I meant every word.  Part of the reason I love you so much is because you're such a family man.  The life we have is the life I prayed for."

Just when I thought I couldn't be happier with her, suddenly I was.  Our wedding vows and our family meant everything to me, and I loved that both meant as much to her.
I smiled at her like the love-struck man that I was.  I was so in love with her that it was overwhelming.

Tilting her head back, I covered her mouth with
my own.  I loved kissing Sabrina, loved the way she tasted. We kissed and kissed, loving each other with our mouths.  When I tilted right, she tilted left and when she tilted right, I went left.  Every kiss we'd ever shared told a story, as if it had a life of its own.  I could spend hours kissing her, and I knew she felt the same.  My favorite thing was being inside of her as we kissed, connected at every level.  I'd never been with her where it was just sex.  What she did to me was out of this world, and I'd swear that she had been created specifically for me. 

I groaned into her mouth as she started rocking back and forth against me.  Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back so that I could gently bite her neck.  She convulsed on top of me with pleasure, and I did it again.  My wife's neck was a very sensitive area for her, and every little
nip and suck got her hotter.  I could smell how turned on she was, and it made me desperate for her.  "I can feel how fucking wet you are baby.  I fucking love that."

Catching me off guard, she pushed me back onto the bed.
"I'm always so wet for you Dante.  Always.  You're amazing."

  I felt my heart lodge in my throat as she ru
bbed herself against me and tugged the corset down so that her breasts were exposed.  I loved her body, loved her lush and beautiful breasts.  Sliding my hands up her corset covered torso, I cupped each of her breasts in my palms.  She was more than a handful, and I loved the weight of them in my hands.  I started tweaking her nipples with my thumbs, smiling at her as she shivered on top of me.  "Fuck Rina, I love these beautiful tits. 
Mine
."

When she maneuvered herself up and away from me, I made a noise of annoyance.  I wasn't annoyed for long
though.  Instead, I was enchanted by the look on her face as she removed my briefs.  I sprang forth hot and hard, and I felt the tip of my cock weep pre-cum when I felt her breath against me.

Smiling at me, she licked my shaft as she massaged my balls.
With a throaty laugh she gripped my cock in her hand and squeezed. "Since we're being territorial, it seems only fair to remind you that this is
mine
."