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“I’d like to be alone with my wife now.” Innuendo laced Drake’s tone.
“If you need anything, Alessandra, don’t hesitate to call Dick or me.”
“Thanks, Bitsy. And don’t worry, I promise not to say anything to Beth or Dustin.”
Mrs. Walker gave Alessandra a big squeeze and Drake a peck on the cheek before heading out of the room.
Noah crushed Alessandra against his chest and kissed her forehead. “I feel like I’ve known you forever. You know Drake doesn’t deserve you, but I couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for him.”
“Oh, I know.” She laughed. “Maybe one day, he’ll earn it.”
Noah clapped Drake on the shoulder on his way out.
Once alone, the tension in the room rose to a point that made Alessandra feel itchy. Drake—Drago—whoever the hell he really was, sat down next to her and leaned close. Heat burned Alessandra through hiss hooded gaze.
“Alessandra—”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you look at me and say my name like that.” She crossed her arms, but that didn’t stop her core from flooding.
“Bella.” Drake stroked her cheek. “You know the real me. That’s why I work so hard at my job and why I’m passionate about certain projects. My family and friends adore you. Why should my biological parents change anything?”
“It’s more than that. Glossing over it doesn’t change that fact.”
“You know I love you.”
“If you loved me, you should’ve told me the truth from the beginning.” Alessandra threw her hands up in exasperation. “I can’t keep having this conversation. We keep spinning our wheels and get nowhere.”
“I wanted you like fucking crazy from the moment I laid eyes on you the first time in that courtroom. Why can’t you believe me when I say I was doing this to protect you?”
“I read your files, Drake. They said I was desperate for love and easy to manipulate. How do I know you didn’t use that information against me?”
Drake pulled her hand and placed it over his heart. “Damn it, woman! Feel this? It beats for you. Only you! My only regret is that I didn’t save you from that hell the moment you turned eighteen.”
“Shut up!”
She slapped him across the face and struggled against him. Drake only tightened his grip.
“Carlo Turelli is dead. You’ll have one fewer monster haunting your dreams.”
Alessandra’s eyes widened, and her jaw fell. It had come from so far out of left field, she failed to comprehend what Drake was saying.
“You?”
“I did it for you, Alessandra. I once promised you that I would make everyone who ever hurt you pay.”
Alessandra looked up into her husband’s chocolate-colored eyes. He wasn’t crazed or feverish. Instead, she saw the depth of his devotion. No one had killed for her before.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Alessandra shoved Drake and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. He captured her mouth and began pouring every ounce of truth into it. Where he approached with desperation for her understanding, Alessandra fought with equal fervor conveying her anger. He groaned with longing, and she moaned in a passionate response.
They tore at each other’s clothes, desperate to allow their bodies to work out their feelings. Drake pulled off Alessandra’s robe, leaving her in her bra and panties. His thumbs rubbed her nipples through the lace and pinched them once they stiffened, sending a pleasurable pain through her.
Alessandra shuddered beneath his touch. They broke the kiss to take in some much-needed oxygen, and Drake yanked his shirt over his head. They clashed again. She raked her nails down his chest, leaving red marks behind, stopping just before breaking skin. He growled as she bit and tugged at his lower lip.
Drake lifted Alessandra into his lap and palmed her ass roughly before spanking her hard enough to make her jump. Their bodies moved to an invisible beat. They pulled apart and stared into each other’s eyes, panting and challenging. Alessandra’s hands lowered to Drake’s waistband, and she paused out of habit.
