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“Fine, but I need to call Timoteo. Do you want to give me your phone?”
He huffed. “I value my life.”
His chest blocked my view.
“Then you might want to step aside. I’m going through the door even if I have to go through you.”
“Fuck. Wait.” He pulled out his phone and made a call. “Mrs. Bruno is here.”
A moment later, the door opened. Orlando blocked my way. “Not today, Allegra. He doesn’t need to deal with any more shit.”
“I need to call Tim. Dee is coming over. I want to know when. I thought they’d be here by now.” I stepped around Orlando and entered the house.
An eerie silence filled the living room. Orlando closed the door behind him. “Wait here. I’ll get him.”
Ignoring Orlando, as soon as he walked out of the room, I went to the kitchen. I didn’t care about their mafia business. I set the croissants on the counter.
Marco came into the kitchen. Shadows darkened his whiskey eyes, and his brow furrowed. A muscle in his jaw ticked. Damn my traitorous heart. Something wasn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” I crossed the kitchen, rested my hands on his chest, and stared into his eyes. “Tell me.”
Marco fisted his hand in my hair, then let the strands slide through his fingers. His lips pulled taut. Fear slipped into my veins, burning through me.
He seemed upset. But I wasn’t sure what I’d done. His eyes searched my face, and he continued to feel my hair. His touch was possessive, seductive, but his hardened gaze condemned me for yet another transgression.
“I told them no interruptions.” He backed me against the counter. “You shouldn’t be here.” He lowered his head and breathed in the scent of my skin. “But you never listen.”
“I always listen, but you’re not always right.”
He crowded his body against mine. “I’m angry, Allegra, and you’d be a respite from the rage inside me.”
As his fingers gripped my hips, he licked the edge of my jaw and ground his rigid cock against my pelvis. I felt his tightly held control slipping.
“I hate what you do to me. I hate that I’m weak around you.” He clawed the front of my dress down, exposing the swell of my breast. My nipples tightened beneath the sheer lace of my bra.
I didn’t care that my heart still hurt, didn’t care that this wasn’t about us. He was drowning. I tilted my face to his, wrapped my hands around his neck, and pulled his mouth to mine.
My mind clouded with the taste of his tongue. Hot, wet suction sealed my mouth to his. He kissed me like he owned me, sucking my lip and stealing my breath. His grip on my head tightened, and he kissed me deeper, an erotic tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth.
Starved for more, I became aggressive, eating his mouth with a frantic wildness. I rolled my hips into his groin, needing the friction of his erection to ease the ache in my core.
A feral, possessive growl ripped from his mouth. He reached under my dress, between my thighs, and found my center wet and needy.
After pushing my panties to the side, he thrust two fingers inside me. I gripped his shoulders, and my head fell back as he rammed deep and hard. A desperate hunger inside me needed to be everything to him. I wanted his rage as much as I ached for his passionate touches. I didn’t know if he’d ever trust me or if he could ever love me.
I didn’t care. This was us. Raw, carnal, and obsessive.
“Marco,” I wailed as I came in a blinding explosion of light and color. My body shuddered, and cream soaked my channel.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“I wasn’t asking for permission.” With a surge of power, Marco spun me around. “I won’t be gentle,” he ground out as he unzipped.
“I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
He roared, spread my legs, and speared hard and deep. “Cazzo!” He slowly pulled out, then plunged deep again. “I don’t want to feel this.”
