AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What is it that you want, Mila?”
“You. Deep inside of me, making me scream your name.”
Alessandro clamps his mouth down over mine, his kiss hungry, demanding, and possessive as he backs me back into my apartment.
Kicking the door closed behind him, he wastes no time grabbing the hem of my dress.
I grab his hand. “Lights off, please.”
His eyebrows dip down as he scowls at me.
“No. I want to see what I’m getting,” he replies, licking his lips.
“Lights off!” I order.
Nostrils flared, teeth bared, he says in a low, warning tone, “I call the shots. Not you.”
I’m hesitant about taking this further. I know the secrets I hold, and while some may never be revealed, others are too easy to detect.
Slowly, I undress for him, my pulse picking up as nerves bundle in my belly. I hesitate for a moment before I finally undress.
A smile of pleasure spreads across his face when I’m standing before him in nothing but a pair of high heels.
“I’m not a patient man, Mila. But for you, I tried to be. If you’re tempting me like this, you’re gonna bring out the savage in me,” he says, pulling me close to him.
“I’m ready for the war,” I murmur breathlessly against his lips.
This is just a mission that I have to see through. I try to convince myself I’m not turned on by his touch, kiss, or words.
How the hell will I be able to uphold this façade when he’s making me feel all the things I’m feeling right now?
My breath hitches in my throat when his fingers graze my slickness while his tongue thrusts deeply into my mouth. It’s communicating things that I think he’d prefer to convey with his dick.
I suck his tongue, parting my legs to give him unfettered access to my throbbing river. I feel the slickness flowing from within me onto his fingers as he plunges them deeper. Juices flow down my thighs, creating a sticky mess.
My hips jerk in an unchoreographed, rhythmless dance as I try to hold on to my senses.
But I’ve come too damn far to fail. I can’t lose sight of the mission to learn all I can from Alessandro DeLuca about the men who killed my family. I will find them and make them pay for what they’ve done to me.
Alessandro’s hand goes to my throat, gripping it tightly. I’m struggling to catch my breath, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s about to kill me. As panic sets in, he eases the pressure just enough to murmur against my lips, “I want you so damned bad, right now.”
We break off the kiss, but he doesn’t remove his fingers from inside of me. I hold on tightly to his shoulder, trying to maintain my balance as I work at unfastening his pants.
In my struggle to get them undone, Alessandro becomes impatient, removing his fingers from inside me. I rip his shirt loose just before he sheds his pants.
My eyes drop to his cock. Damn, he’s not been wearing any underwear all day?
It’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I lick my lips at the dusty rose, bulbous mushroom head with the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. A thatch of dark hair covers the beginning of a long, thick veinous shaft that bobs slightly up and down as he removes his tank top.
“What’s this?” I ask, touching the tattoo on his left shoulder and arm. What appears to start as a shield and then swirls into a dragon’s tail, body, and head just above his wrist creates an entire sleeve.
“My family crest. Come here,” he growls, pulling me to him in another kiss.
A part of me wonders if I’m going too far with this need for vengeance, but I promised myself that there would be no second-guessing or recriminations when I decided to do this.
I feel the sting of betrayal towards my late husband right now with every action. I’m torn between my physical and emotional needs, but the physical wins out in the end.
This time he takes his time exploring my mouth. His tongue brushes across mine before sweeping all around and then sensually making love to my tongue.
