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There is only one thing I want, and he’s standing before me naked and splendid, decorated in tribal ink and lust. My man is a beast and I love the untamed, rough exterior with the heart of an angel inside. I crawl on my knees toward him and love the lust that flares in his eyes as he stands like a conquering hero watching me. I don’t care if I look like a wanton whore. I feel like one inside and as I reach him, I lick his feet, causing him to growl, “Fuck Winter, this is so hot.”
I flip my long, black hair over my shoulder and work my way up his legs, biting, licking and rubbing my tits against them like the sluttiest pole dancer in the world. I reach his cock, already leaking at the tip, and I lick the salty liquid onto my tongue and close my eyes, moaning softly. He fists my hair and tugs down hard, making it hurt like crazy and I love how wild it makes me. As I take him in deep, I adore how smooth his shaft is against my tongue and as it hits the back of my throat, I lock my lips around it and suck like mad.
The tightening of his hold tells me he’s so turned on and as he thrusts inside, it’s almost degrading as he pumps inside me like a cheap whore. However, I want him to use me. I want to give him my everything because he makes me feel so hot and sexy, I would do anything to make him happy.
He roars as he releases a steady stream of hot salty cum down my throat, which I swallow with greed, loving how it marks me inside with his scent. Before I know what’s happening, he reaches down and slings me over his shoulder and slaps my ass so hard I cry out with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
He bites on my neck before throwing me heavily onto the bed and towers over me like a caveman who dragged his mate to his mud hut and when I see the feral gleam in his eyes, I should be afraid as he reaches down and removes his belt from his pants and slaps it against his thigh.
“Fuck me, Alessandro.”
My voice sounds needy and edged in wantonness and he grabs my hands and binds them together above my head, threading the leather through the headboard and tightening it so I can’t move.
My breath comes heavy and fast as the wet gush of heat settles between my thigh and as he drops to deal with that, I cry out as his tongue flits against my clit, and he forces my thighs so wide he sees the whole of me. This time he tortures me with his tongue, the pad of his thumb crushing my clit into submission. I wriggle and moan as he drives my body to extremes and only when I don’t think I can take anymore, does he sheath his cock and slide inside, hard, fast and rough.
He slams into me, causing me to scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He makes no secret of the fact he is marking me as his, and I’m guessing no man would ever measure up to him, anyway. This isn’t gentle love, it’s fucking at its most depraved and I’m loving every minute of it. Over and over again, he slams into my wet heat, and I scream his name so hard I’m certain they hear it back in Sicily.
We explode together and as we ride the most fantastic high, I can recommend the mile high club because this is the most pleasant way to travel, theonlyway to travel and I know in my heart I never want to be anywhere else.
* * *
We don’t stop.The remainder of the flight is spent exploring our respective bodies and making certain not one inch of skin goes unexplored. We talk, we laugh, and we discover shared dreams and by the time the seatbelt sign goes on, I could sleep for days.
I don’t even care as we walk through the cabin, trying to ignore the curious glances of the soldiers who must have endured the flight from hell listening to us and as Alessandro straps me back into my seat, he laughs softly and gently nips on my ear, whispering, “Don’t worry, the bedroom is soundproofed.”
“And you’re just telling me that now.”
I blush because it was obvious how embarrassed I was as we walked through the plane and Alessandro grins. “I didn’t want them to think we were just sleeping back there. I have a reputation to protect.”
“But you said…” I’m confused, and he places his finger on my lips and laughs softly. “That was placed on hold for two years. I’m guessing they were cheering me on because God knows I deserve every amazing minute of being deep inside you.”
My eyes soften when I realize what he sacrificed for me, and I am so happy to return the favor. Knowing that I’ve never been with anyone but him is one memory I welcomed with opened arms. Just thinking of the man who called himself my husband makes me shiver with revulsion. It could have been so different and even though I know in my heart, he subjected me to all kinds of horrors, somehow, I think that would have been the worst he could do, and I am thankful I was spared an intimacy with him that makes my flesh creep.
* * *
Club Mafia isan impressive residence set in the middle of nowhere. As our helicopter circles the mansion, I stare down at a place I couldn’t have imagined if I tried.
“It’s beautiful.”
Alessandro grips my hand and looks so emotional it brings tears to my eyes as he growls, “I have waited a long time to bring you home.”
I have no words and crash my lips against his, just desperate for one more taste because there will never be enough of him to sate the thirst I have. We have so much time to make up and I pray that longing never dies.
The customary black cars are waiting and as we step outside onto the tarmac, I take a deep breath because even though Alessandro’s home in Sicily screamed mafia, this one would eat it for breakfast.
The emotionless soldiers who hide behind black shade, all dressed in black suits with expressions that give nothing away. They are respectful yet emotionless and if I weren’t accompanying an even darker soul, I would be shit scared right now.
Alessandro looks exactly what he is. A mafia heir in waiting. His long wild hair is tamed into his customary ponytail and his eyes are hidden behind the usual sunglasses. He wears black hand-tailored suits, paired with a black silk shirt, unfastened enough to reveal the dark script on his magnificent chest. He is so powerful in every way and just remembering how I crawled on my hands and knees to lick his feet, is turning me on again, making me anxious to deal with the formalities and fast.
Alessandro helps me inside the car and jumps in after me and we make the short journey through the magnificent grounds to the main house that appears to be guarded better than the Whitehouse. I shiver when I see the glint of steel in the distance, knowing there are several armed assassins waiting for somebody to step out of line.
We pull up outside a magnificent entrance and, as the door flies open, I steady my nerves for what happens next. A reunion of sorts. I’m supposed to know these people and I am praying to God and anyone else who will listen that I remember them and what they mean to me because if they are half the man Alessandro is, then it will be a very happy homecoming indeed.
CHAPTER29
ALESSANDRO
It makes me so proud bringing Winter to Club Mafia. Now it’s complete. We are all back together and I can’t wait to discover what that means for her memory.
