My thoughts ran wild. The man settled on top of my body, and I froze, fearing what would come next. Taking a shuddering breath, I willed myself to relax and think. My mind refused to cooperate. All I could think about was Alberto’s sinister laughs.
A second passed and then another. He didn’t move, and neither did I. As the seconds ticked, the fear that was suffocating me slowly started to slither its way out. Even through my messed-up thoughts and alarm, it felt like I knew the person.
The way his body pressed into mine, every inch of it, I knew it. I had spent nights exploring it, feeling it. His scent wrapped around me, and I felt my muscles start to loosen.
My body knew him, and it reacted accordingly.
I knew him. And he wasn’t the devil.
My hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and I held on almost desperately. My eyes snapped open to meet bluish-steel colored ones. I stared into his molten eyes. They were hard but filled with so much desire and lust.
Another second ticked, and my body melted under his, the fear evaporating, my muscles unlocking as I gave him control.
And then he smirked, looking so sinfully handsome and devilishly sexy.
“Alessio,” I snapped, my fingers digging into his shoulders in warning. “You scared me!”
He hummed, his eyes growing more heated if possible. Alessio leaned down until his face was in my neck, his body pressing mine into the bed. He ran his nose along the length of my neck, placing small kisses as he went.
“You’ve been a very bad kitten,” he muttered, his voice husky and deeper. Oh God. “Flirting with my men.”
Oh, that! I squeezed my eyes shut in realization. I was in deep trouble. In my attempt to tease Alessio, I played a minx. Maddie was right. I had been playing with fire.
Alessio placed another kiss, and then he gently bit down in warning. “Trying to get me jealous. Such a bad kitten.”
He kissed along my collarbone and then up again, leaving wet trails from his kisses, licking, sucking, and nibbling on the skin until I was putty in his arms. “Oh,” I moaned unashamedly.
His teeth grazed on the sensitive skin just above my collarbone, and my back arched off the bed as I pressed against him. I felt his hard length between my legs, and he groaned.
“Alessio,” I breathed. The fear was now replaced by desire and anticipation. No longer was I scared. All I needed was him.
He pulled back slightly to look down at me. “I’m hanging on a thin thread right now, Ayla. I won’t be gentle.”
Alessio leaned down again until his lips were next to my ear, his next words causing me to tremble in excitement. “I’m going to fuck you. This is going to be hard and fast.”
I tried to squeeze my legs together when I felt a tingle between them from his words, mixed with the roughness in his voice. But Alessio’s hips settled in between them, stopping my movement.
Through hazy and lustful eyes, Alessio stared at me. “Tell me if it gets too much, because I am about to push your limits.” His voice held a warning, but also desperation, almost as if he couldn’t hold himself in check any longer.
I could only nod, my body hyper-aware of his every movement. As soon as he saw my nod, I didn’t have a chance to blink or think before he pulled away abruptly. Then I heard a rip sound, echoing loud in the silent room.
My eyes widened, and I looked down at myself to see the top of my dress ripped. And then Alessio was on me again, not giving me a chance to react. His lips slammed into mine, kissing me possessively. My mind and body spun out of control from his bruising kiss.
It was clear his control had snapped.
Instead of being scared, all I felt was pleasure. I surrendered myself to him, trusting him to give me the pleasure I needed—we both needed.
His lips never left mine, even as he shifted slightly to pull my dress down. I struggled to help him, both of us refusing to break the kiss. When my dress was finally down to my waist, his hands came back up, and he pulled my bra cups down.
I moaned into his lips when his fingers found my nipples. They strained into perfect buds toward him, begging for his touch and attention. His tongue slid into my mouth, and the kiss deepened, his mouth devouring mine, tasting and nipping at my lips.
His fingers stroked over my nipples, and I trembled in his embrace, pushing into his touch, wanting more. And he gave me more.
His lips left mine, but they didn’t leave my skin. Alessio trailed kisses down my neck until he reached my nipples. I was already wet and dripping between my legs. I ached, wanting to be filled. Alessio swirled his tongue over the tip, my back arching for more. “Uhh…”
“You like that?” he teased.
I didn’t answer. But he gave me what I wanted. He licked, sucked, and played with my nipples, leaving me both hot and cold at the same time. My skin tingled, yet I felt strangely empty.
My fingers wrapped into his hair, pushing him into me, begging him for more without words. His lips left my skin, and I moaned in regret. “No.”
Alessio pulled back and gave me a heated look. “Are you begging, kitten?”
I glared up at him, and he chuckled. “No? Okay, don’t worry. You’ll be begging soon.”
His body left mine. Alessio quickly removed his clothes in haste. He tugged at his tie almost angrily and then threw it on the floor with his suit jacket and discarded shirt.
“Are you taking the birth-control pills Maddie gave you?” he asked. I could only nod, giving him the answer he wanted. His pants and boxers were next.
And then he was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His hardness bumped upward toward his stomach, and I moaned at the sight.
Another chuckle came from him, and he wrapped his fingers along his hard length. “Remove your dress,” he ordered gruffly as he rubbed himself.
I stared at his hand, biting on my lips in anticipation. “Ayla,” he growled. I sat up at his tone and quickly removed my shredded dress and threw it on the floor, next to Alessio’s discarded clothes.
My body tightened as the cold air kissed my bare skin. I removed my bra, my eyes still on Alessio’s thick, hard, and long inches.
“Remove everything. I want you naked to my eyes,” he demanded. Swallowing hard and suddenly nervous, I slowly pulled my lacy panties down my legs and threw them on the floor.
I knelt, staring at Alessio, waiting for his next command. His eyes flared, and he bit his lips, giving me another sexy smirk.
“Your body is made to be worshiped.”
I wanted to be worshiped by him. The look in his eyes, I wanted it only for myself. And in return, I wanted to give him everything he needed or wanted. I wanted to be his, wholeheartedly.
“Spread your legs,” Alessio said.
I did, almost instantly. His eyes stayed glued between my legs, and he let out a string of curses. Before I could blink, he was on me again. Alessio flipped me over until I was on my knees and hands, my back to him.
I gasped in surprise but didn’t complain. His body molded over mine, and with his knees, he spread my thighs wider to accommodate him.
I couldn’t see him this way. I was forced to focus on my hearing and his every touch. With my cheek pressed against the pillow, I waited with anticipation. I thought he would take me quickly, but instead, his cock laid between my legs, not pushing forward.
Instead he rubbed against me, coating his tip with my wetness, and I moaned at the sensation. I moved my hips with him, wanting more friction, but his fingers tightened around my waist, keeping me still.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice deep and warm against my neck.
“Yes,” I moaned as I felt the head of his hard length at my entrance.
“Then show me.”
I licked my lips nervously, not knowing what to do.
“I—” I started but Alessio cut me off.
“Place your hand between your legs, play with yourself,” he ordered.
I reached between my legs with tentative fingers, and as soon as I touched my wetness, I froze. “Show me, Ayla.”
Pulling my hand away, I showed him, my cheeks heating as he grabbed my fingers and brought it to his lips, tasting me, licking my wetness from my fingers. He hummed in appreciation at my taste, his hips rocking against mine.
“Alessio…” I moaned again.
“What do you want, kitten?”
“You.”
He chuckled low, his chest vibrating behind my back.
“You need to be more specific.”
Ah! Why was he doing this?
“Please,” I begged.
His lips were next to my ear, his breath tickling the skin there. “Do you want my fingers? My lips?” he paused for a second as my hips pushed back, begging him wordlessly. “Hmm…or do you want my cock? Fucking you deep and hard until you are breathless and begging for more?”
“Yes. Alessio, please!”
“Yes to what? My fingers? My mouth?”
“No!” I cried out.
“What?” he taunted shamelessly. “Say it. I’m waiting.”
“I want—” I gasped and broke off when he pushed just an inch inside of me. But then he pulled out again, leaving me empty again. “I’m waiting, kitten.”
He reached forward and teased my nipples with his fingers.
“Damn it! I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I said, his touch and my desire for him driving me crazy.
That was enough for him. As soon as the words were past my lips, Alessio slammed inside of me in one unforgiving stroke. The air left my lungs in a harsh cry, and I bucked underneath him.
His hard thickness filled me almost painfully. Without the condom, I felt every inch of him, pulsing inside of my wet heat. Pressing my face into the pillow, I moaned loudly.
Alessio pulled back almost all the way, only to drive back into me with such force that I struggled to breathe. He fucked me relentlessly, and I met each thrust with raw need.
“Shit,” he swore into my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”
I clenched around him every time he slammed back into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His controlled strokes losing their control.
“You’re mine!” he growled into my ear, his breathing harsh.
“Yes!” I was achingly aware of his need because I felt the same way.
The sensation was too much. My body was tingling and out of control. Only Alessio could rid me of that feeling, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted.
Desire pooled in my stomach, and I clenched, the need to come filling my body, driving me over the edge.
Alessio pulled out of me, leaving me empty and hanging. “Alessio,” I protested.
“No, you cannot come. I’m nowhere near done with you yet, kitten,” he growled before pushing inside me again. “Tomorrow, when you are sore, throbbing, and aching, you’ll remember that I made you feel this way. You’ll remember that I was the one fucking you.”
He filled me to the brim with his hard cock. “I’m going to ruin you for every other man.”
Alessio slammed into me repeatedly in furious strokes, showing me that he meant every word he said. His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew they would leave bruises tomorrow.
My fingers tightened around the pillow as I held my moans and screams in. He was driving me crazy, but I couldn’t do anything except surrender to his deep thrusts and submit beneath his hard body.
My hips bucked against him, wanting more, demanding more, but he held back. He held my pleasure and drove me over the edge every time before pulling away, leaving me empty over and over again.
My wetness pooled between my thighs, and I bit on my lips to keep from screaming in frustration. My muscles were coiled tight with the need to come. I heard his groans each time he thrust into me, and I heard my desperate moans every time he pulled out.
So close. So close. I could feel myself climbing over the edge, almost falling. “Alessio…” I screamed into the pillow when he pulled out again.
Alessio’s fingers wrapped around my hair and pulled my head back almost harshly. “Scream my name. I want to hear your screams. I want everyone to know that I’m fucking you, that my cock is deep inside you right now.”
The possessive growl and when he shoved fully into me, buried to the root, sent me over the edge. The air left my lungs at the brutal impact as he hit home, deep inside of me. My screams filled the room, his name echoing around the wall.
“Alessio!”
I lost it. I sobbed, begged, and pleaded for more. I needed him with such fervor, and only he could give it to me. Finally, he did. Alessio rammed back into me, pulling at my hair, forcing me to meet each of his hard thrusts.
And just like he said, I didn’t stop begging. He took me like an animal starving for his mate. He fucked me brutally. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
I begged, his name always on my lips, until finally I burst. My orgasm assaulted me with such ferocity that my knees gave out, but Alessio’s hands supported me, continuing to lift me to meet his thrusts. I broke into a million pieces, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
As I floated, I felt Alessio pump into me two more times before planting himself deep. He came with a roar, my name on his lips.
I felt him…inside of me. Everywhere. In my mind and in my heart. He felt so right. Inside of me, on top of me, his body molded over mine. I was his, and he was mine.
Our harsh breathing filled the room, and I could feel his pounding heart at my back. Alessio let go of my hips, and I fell on the bed with him collapsing over me, his body covering mine like a warm blanket.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes and felt Alessio rolling off me. I moaned in protest and heard his deep chuckle.
I felt a smack on my ass, and my eyes snapped open. Turning my head to face him, I stared into this beautiful, rugged face.
“Woah,” I whispered. He smiled, showing me his dimples, and my heart squeezed.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly serious.
I shook my head. I was definitely sore and aching everywhere, but he didn’t hurt me. Instead, he gave me pleasure that I had never experienced before.
“Good, because I’m not done with you.”
My eyes widened. Alessio rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread legs. “That little stunt you pulled…trying to make me jealous. Let me tell you, I’m very pissed. I’m going to be taking you all night…to teach you a lesson.”
I moaned at his promise.
And he did keep his promise. He took me again and again. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He fucked me until I was completely worn out and sore.
I lost count how many times we came, but by the time he collapsed on top of me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, caressing his neck. “I think I’ve learned my lesson,” I breathed through my panting.