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Take what you want from me.
Everything, I want to fucking scream. I want everything. I wantedeverything.
Hand at my shirt, she pulls me toward her, and I go without resistance. Our lips touching, she smiles. “Kiss me.”
My mouth crashes against hers without delay. This kiss is not unlike the one we shared outside this very house. The panicked need for gratification pushes us together in a flurry of lust and the sheer relief of finally being able to taste something we’ve been craving for months. And maybe a little dose of betrayal because under the layer of carnal need lies something darker. This woman deceived the most formidable of men to force my hand, and as much as I want her, I can’t help but hate her a little bit, too.
She tastes like everything I wanted her to. The forbidden bite of passion I didn’t believe existed. An obsession so fucking deep, I doubt I’ll ever truly rid myself of its affliction. Because now that I’ve had a taste, it’s morphed into something dangerous. I’m dangerous. I’m fucking possessed. Possessed by Alessia Bianchi.Alessia Greco.Forever mine, she’s about to learn how fucking dangerous that title can be.
Biting her bottom lip, I pull hard enough to taste blood, and she cries out.
“Still willing to let me take everything I want?”
“Yes,” she answers without a beat of hesitation.
Kneeling high above her, blood smeared over her bottom lip, I keep her stare, but my fingers move to the tie of her robe, undoing it slowly. Her breathing stops, and mine comes on harder. Pushing the thick material out of the way, I reveal her naked body and pause before letting myself look. Because I’m afraid of where my infatuation will lead when I give in to temptation. Not if butwhen. Fully clothed, Alessia Bianchi was an enigma, a fantasy forever out of reach. But bared and open for me and only me, my imagination and reality will collide in an explosion so potent I might believe we are a possibility.
I close my eyes when they touch her skin, letting them roll back in my head with a rough groan that scratches my throat. “Sia.”
I blink my eyes open and stare at her face. Lost in the uncertainty flushing through her as her teeth gnaw at her bottom lip. She’s worried.
“I want to be enough for you.”
I can’t speak. My throat has closed over. In shock, in disbelief. How can someone as perfect as the woman laid out before me doubt herself?
A flush of color rises on her neck, and I refrain from reaching out to touch it. To press against the rose shadow and watch it blanch.
Her tits are heavy, and her nipples wide and round and pink and fuckinghard.
I crack my neck one way and then the other.
She’s plush. I can’t see her ribs, and nice, thick creases sit where her upper thighs meet her apex. I want to squeeze her and bruise her and taste her.
“You’re like a fucking dream, Sia. I fantasized about this moment more times than I want to fucking admit. I imagined how thick you were and how good your curves would look with my fingertips pushed into them.”
“Diego,” she whispers.
“Did you know? Did you know I watched you on my phone running through that maze and knew all this would be here, waiting for me if I ever got the chance to strip you naked? Did you know how hard you made my dick? Can you see it?” I grab my cock through my jeans, framing it in my hand so she can see what she does to me.
I can’t see her pussy the way I crave to, so I grab her right knee and push it upward, then I do the same to the left knee, exposing her.
I’m fucking crestfallen that I won’t feel the inside of her pussy tonight, but tonight is about claiming her, nothing more, nothing less.
“I don’t know whether to use my fingers to make her weep or my tongue. If I use my fingers, I can see your body and face and drink in your pleasure. But if I use my tongue, I can fucking taste it. Tell me what to do.”
“Fingers,” she says. “I want to look at you,all of you, while you touch me. Will you take your clothes off?”
Hand at the back of my shirt, I rip it over my head. She sucks in a sharp breath, her hand moving up and fingers trailing over the colorful ink stained across my abdomen.
Licking the pad of my thumb, I glide it over one lip of her pussy and then the other, avoiding where she wants me most.
“Please.”
I continue my teasing, my free hand working my belt and unbuttoning my pants. I don’t stop enough to remove my pants completely. I yank at my jeans and boxers just enough to free my cock. It’s what she wanted.
I want to look at all of you.
Sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of me hard and straining in front of her, she drags her tongue slowly between her lips. “Pretty,” she whimpers.
