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Shaking my head, I say, “We don’t know each other, Alessandro. This is madness.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.”
I try to shake my head again only for him to grab my hair, fisting it. He pulls enough that I feel the sting. And, damn it, I like it.
“Don’t say that I don’t want you,Dolcezza.” He presses his erection into me, making us both groan. “The proof is right here.”
Tilting my head, I meet his gaze, noticing for the first time that his brown eyes have flecks of gold in them.
“Just because we’re attracted to each other doesn’t make this right. I was engaged to someone else hours ago. Heck, I was getting married, and you interrupted the wedding and?—”
A dark look crosses his face that has me clamping my mouth shut mid-sentence.
“Let’s make a deal,Dolcezza.”
“What kind of deal?”
“I’m going to reach between your legs. If you’re not wet, then I will end this madness, as you call it, and let you be. We can get to know each other the old-fashioned way, taking our time.” He gives me a wicked smile. “But when I find what I think I’ll find, we’re going to forget all this nonsense of not knowing each other. Deal?”
It sounds too easy—too good to be true—but I give him a small nod.
“Spread your legs,Dolcezza.”
I widen my stance a fraction, and he smiles. Never breaking eye contact, he runs his hand past my ruined dress, up my thigh. His fingers are calloused, like he uses his hands. Nothing like Giosuè. All thoughts of my former fiancé go away when Alessandro reaches my panties. Because the dress that Gia picked out was so tight, I had to forgo the cotton panties that I would usually wear. Instead, I was forced to wear a thong. And since it was my wedding, and I was trying to make the most out of my situation, I splurged and bought a lacy thong. The same thong that Alessandro is now rubbing his big fingers over, causing the most delicious friction.
“Well, this is a surprise,” he murmurs. I gasp when he pushes the material against my core. “And this is not.”
He’s referring to the fact that I’m wet. Hell, drenched is more like it, just like he said I’d be.
I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “So I guess that means we know each other.”
“That it does.”
I bite my lip as he continues to rub me through the lace. Pleasure and heat build, and I know I’m going to hell because I want him to send me over the edge.
“Please,” I whimper, rocking against his hand.
“Such a greedy girl,” he says, his eyes dancing. “I haven’t even touched your pussy and yet you beg.”
My cheeks heat. He’s right. God, I’m so pathetic.
I gasp as he lifts me with the hand between my legs, carrying me to the bed. Right before he drops me onto the mattress, he rips off my thong. Holy crap. That may be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me!
He stands, looking me over. There’s a moment where I’m afraid he’s going to leave, but then he reaches to his pants, unbuckling his belt. My breaths come out in puffs of anticipation as he frees his cock. Oh my good god. And what a cock it is, too! My mouth waters as he fists himself, pumping his thick shaft before prowling toward me. The bed dips as he moves over me.
Suddenly, this is too much, too soon.
I shake my head. “We can’t.”
“Because we don’t know each other?” He asks as he holds himself over me with one arm.
“Yes.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,Dolcezza. I know everything about you.”
He lowers his head, brushing his lips against mine. The sweet kiss has me relaxing, falling prey to his trap. By the time I realize what’s about to happen, it’s too late. He enters me in a single thrust that has me crying out. I grip onto his shoulders as my body becomes accustomed to his size, not caring that my nails are digging into his skin through his shirt.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Your sweet pussy is so tight,Dolcezza. It’s gripping me like a fist.”
