Page 8 of Alessio

Ruin them?

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but she brings out the same thing in him as you,” Chris said, turning to step off the stool at the same time. “And … because no one else will tell you … you should be aware. He’s a happier version of him when he’s with her, even if he doesn’t see. It’s the same thing I see when he’s with you.”

Alessio’s jaw clicked from how hard he clenched. “Except that’s not how it is for us. That’s not how we work. It’s us, not us and someone else. Not me and him, and him and someone else. This isn’t how it goes.”

“Les—”

“Just fuck off, Chris.”

Leave me alone.

He’d rather be back with his pain or numbness instead of this.

It was easier.

“You will never understand why if you don’t let him explain. And yeah, it’s fucked up … yeah, it hurts, I bet,” Chris added quieter, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t find something right somewhere in the mess. You can’t do that here, though, not alone. Let him explain, or—”

“What is there to explain?”

It was clear to him.

“Why her?” he asked around the rim of his glass.

Chris chuckled. “You could always try to find out.”

Right.

Not a bad idea.

He didn’t think Chris meant so in the same way Alessio took it.

Yeah, he would find out.

All of it.

Whether or not Corrado liked it.

You’re a Calabrese woman—act like you know what that means and keep your eyes on the only man who’ll ever be able to touch you.

Those words, said to her by her oldest brother when she first met the man she would be forced to marry, drifted through Ginevra’s mind as she was reminded yet again why morning sex with Corrado was the best kind of sex. He had that energy—echoing around his being when he first cracked his eyes open. Like he needed to touch, and she was the closest thing he could find in his bed to do it.

She doubted her brother would approve of this.

Of this man, the way he was touching her, never mind the way she watched him as he did it all like there was nothing else he would rather be doing.

The sharp bite from Corrado found the junction of Ginevra’s shoulder as she leaned down over his body, her hand pressing against his chest to keep her steady as she rode her way closer to heaven.

And what a beautiful heaven it would be.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” she heard him say in a moan, his fingers at her waist tightening to almost a painful point. “Love it when you ride me, Ginny.”

“I’m gonna—” Ginevra stiffened on top of Corrado, the wild rhythm of her hips moving against his stilling even as his continued driving into her. His fingers at her throat tightened, and she caught sight of his oh, so pleased sneer curving his lips as he watched her come on top of him. “Corrado.”

“Fuck, yeah, give me a taste of that, Ginny.”

He only let her stay on his cock long enough to let her get the orgasm rushing through her bloodstream before his hand let her throat go. His fingers dug into her hips, and with a firm pull, he had yanked her up his body until her thighs were sitting on either side of his face. She didn’t have time to appreciate the loss of his length stretching her out before his lips enclosed her clit, and he was sucking hard. She finished the orgasm off shaking while sitting on his face.

Crying loud.