He ignores my plea, and gives me another long lick. My body is tingling, and my legs are spread wider than I knew they could go. When Alessandro sinks his teeth softly into my clit, I explode with another loud cry. Visions of white burst behind my eyes, and for a moment, I’m transported to another realm.
I’m still in the throes of the most powerful orgasm when he pulls back just enough to look up at me, his mouth wet with my fluids, a dark, wicked smirk on his face.
"Tell me how good that felt," he commands, his voice low and dripping with arrogance. "Say it. Tell me no one has ever made you scream like that."
"No..." I pant, shaking my head blindly as the aftershocks roll through me.
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my skin. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart. Look at how you're shaking. Look at how much you're leaking for me. Admit it. You've never felt anything like this in your life, have you?"
"No," I finally sob out. “Let me go!”
Alessandro chuckles, a dark, victorious sound that vibrates against my thighs. “I thought so. I wonder what kind of fucking fumblers you’ve been with before me that never gave you a real orgasm.”
Humiliation slams into me so fast I practically launch myself off the bed.
“You jerk! I—” My traitorous legs give out.
Alessandro is there, catching me in his arms again, his cologne detailing my train of thoughts. He’s staring so intensely, I touch my mask to confirm it’s still there.
I have a gazillion questions to ask, but it’s been confirmed that my body cannot properly function around him, so it’s important that I leave immediately!
I clear my throat and force my voice steady. “Let’s return to the party.”
To my surprise, he nods. I follow him to the door, willing myself to stay still as he twists the key into the lock. The moment the door swings open, I don't just run, I pivot on my heel and drive the heel of my shoe straight between his legs, kicking him square in the balls with every ounce of strength I have left.
Alessandro doubles over with a strangled gasp, completely breathless and dropping to his knees. That will buy me the time I need so he doesn't come after me.
Before he can even recover, I bolt.
I slip past him into the hallway and hurry down the corridor without looking back, my pulse hammering wildly.
I need to get out of this mansion.
Now.
CHAPTER TWO
ALESSANDRO
I stare through the tinted windows of the car as the gates to the Caruso mansion slide open slowly. Too slowly for my patience that’s already running thin this morning. I like to think I’m a levelheaded man, but with my cousin Luca, the senior capo of the Gallo organization, hard at my heels, I’m in the mood for blood. But that will have to wait until after my meeting with Massimo.
As we drive down the winding path, Massimo’s home rises against the gray morning sky. Armed guards patrol the perimeter like soldiers protecting a small country instead of one aging mafia boss and his prissy daughters.
One of them, Camilla, is about to be my wife. I can’t say I’m thrilled about getting hitched to a starry-eyed girl with no clue how the real world works, but it’s an important alliance.
The Carusos are a big name here in New York, and I need all the support I can get right now. If that means marrying a prude, I will. As long as Camilla keeps quiet and her nose out of my business, the marriage will work.
Beside me, Valerio chuckles as he parks the car. He’s my underboss, and currently the only person I trust. He’s been with me since I was a nobody in Italy, and chose to return with me to America to claim my position as the Don of the Gallo family.
There’ve been many complaints about me making him an underboss since he’s not Gallo blood, but I have no problem explaining myself to whoever is bold enough to ask to my face.
“You look irritated already,” Valerio says.
“I am. Let’s get this over with.” I push the door open.
“Is this a good idea?” Valerio rushes. “You’re in a bad mood. And you don’t even like Massimo?—”
I cut him off by stepping out of the car and swinging the door shut, my gaze sweeping toward the guard approaching us.
