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“I am sure you will try,” I smiled with no emotion. “Twenty-four hours, Giovanni. Don't test me again.”
I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket. Fabi tilted his head at me, clearly impressed, but I felt nothing but empty. I pushed the guilt that was forcing its way to the surface when I thought of what I had just been forced to do. But this was business. I had to separate my emotions and work. In this line of work, the two could never go hand in hand.
“You are a great actor, Boss,” Fabi smirked and I stormed back towards the bedroom door.
“Alessio.” I turned at his change in tone and locked eyes with my closest and only family member I liked. “I hope you know what you are doing.”
“Did it not seem like I knew what I was doing?” I snapped.
“I mean with the Buccini girl. Just… be careful.” He walked away, skipping down the stairs and I closed and locked the door once again.
After taking a picture of her sleeping soundly and sending it to Giovanni, I hid the key and crawled back into bed. I faced the ceiling, alone with my turmoil. Did I know what I was doing when it came to Elle? No. I have never known what the fuck I was doing when it came to this woman. I was going on instincts alone. Suddenly, she tossed and turned on my left. Her arm flung over the pillow wall, her hand landing directly on my pec.
I froze at the contact. She was so warm. Her palm was so soft. I glanced down to see her black painted nails and smirked. I bet they could do some damage. An image of them digging into my skin painfully as I fucked her came to mind and my dick instantly hardened against my joggers.
When her hand lazily glided down a little to my abs and she let out a soft moan, my head snapped around to look at her. She was still asleep, but it was quite clear she was dreaming. My nostrils flared and I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting against my need to touch her. When her hand caressed my skin once more, I closed my eyes. Count to 10, Alessio, and remove her hand.
1… 2… 3…
“Oh, Panther,” she gasped, her nails digging into my flesh suddenly. I opened my eyes and stared at her. She was fucking dreaming of me. A naughty fucking dream by the sounds of it. I inhaled a deep breath and returned to the counting.
4… 5… Fuck this.
I turned onto my side, demolishing the ridiculous pillow wall and throwing them to the floor. She stirred a little, her hand falling to the mattress between us as I reached up and traced her lips with my thumb. My eyes cast over her body in my shirt that had ridden up to her stomach and my boxers with the band rolled over her shapely hips. Fuck, what was this woman doing to me? I couldn’t hold back anymore. I have been a fucking good boy and I needed a taste. Knowing this would go one of two ways, I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against hers, swiping my tongue along her bottom lip. She would either try and kill me or…
She moaned into the kiss as I started to thread my hand through her hair. I deepened the kiss by brushing my tongue against hers—slowly rousing her from her sleep—but she was clearly still dreaming. Her hands wrapped around my neck as I rolled on top of her, my weight crushing her down to the mattress. She gasped into my kiss, her eyes flicking open in alarm.
I paused, breaking our kiss to look down into her eyes. I could feel the heat and softness of her body under mine and I knew I would break if she stopped me. If she told me to get off of her. If she couldn’t do this. I would die inside. I needed at least some part of her. Right now.
“I was dreaming,” she whispered, her brown eyes darting between mine as I brushed my nose against hers and settled my hips between her parted legs.
“I know… want me to make that dream a reality?” I husked against her lips, running my tongue across them again. She swallowed, her breathing becoming laboured with excitement and arousal just as mine was. I held her gaze, silently begging… pleading. She nodded slowly and I smiled. “Tell me what I was doing to you, Princess.”
Her nostrils flared and I knew she would be blushing if there was enough light in the room for me to witness it. “You were… pleasuring me… with your tongue.”
Oh, thank fuck. Just what I was fucking craving. I dived at her lips again, kissing her roughly as my willpower snapped like an elastic band. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pushed my erection against her warm pussy and she moaned. Another time. Tonight was all about her. I broke the kiss, eager to taste her as I pulled up the top over her head. My lips, teeth and tongue explored every inch of her skin. Her throat. Her chest. Her nipples. Her stomach. I left a trail of ravenous bites and sucks in my wake, claiming every inch of her as mine. Her back arched off the bed when my hands reached the band of the boxers. I lifted my head to check she was still okay with this as I shimmied the boxers down her thighs. She pulled her legs up to help ease them off and held my gaze through the darkness.
“Relax, Princess,” I husked as I laid on my stomach between her legs, kissing down her thighs, my hands on either side of them. She sucked in a desperate breath as she braced herself for my tongue, but instead I stared at the most delicious pussy I had ever seen.
“Fuck, Elle. I might not ever be able to stop once I get a taste,” I breathed, purposefully causing my breath to tickle her slick core. She was drenched, glistening in the moonlight. She tried to squeeze her thighs together in embarrassment, but I held them in place.
I bent down and took one long lick up her slit to her clit, before I wrapped my mouth around her and groaned. Fuck me, she tasted divine. Wet and sweet, just for me.
She gasped loudly and her hands clawed at the bed sheets when I started slowly giving every bit of her pussy my full attention. She groaned, wiggled and squirmed while my dick jolted, pulsing with pre-cum. My frantic tongue lapped at her, applying pressure only to tease her with quick flicks on her clit before pulling away again. Her hands found their way to my hair, demanding more and I was right there with her. I had to have more. Needing every bit of her pleasure on the tip of my tongue. Her moans were like ecstasy and I couldn’t get enough. Her legs started to shake around my head as I sucked at her clit and flicked it rapidly. She screamed out, her nails digging into my skull. I relished in the pain and pleasure. I didn’t stop until her body collapsed back, twitching in the aftermath of that orgasm. I lifted my head slightly to look down at my masterpiece. Pink, wet and swollen. Perfect.
I ran my thumb over her clit and she flinched at the sensitivity, her eyes closed and panting heavily in exhaustion, but I was not done with her yet. I needed more. To hear that again. I eased my fingers down her folds, soaking them in her wetness before I slowly worked two fingers into her tight pussy. She gasped, lifting her head to look at me and I smirked, “One more, Princess.”
For a split second, she looked as though she was about to protest. But when I started moving my fingers expertly inside her—hooking at the right angle to apply pressure—she caved and fell back on the bed. The moans started again. Her walls tightened and squeezed against my fingers and I groaned.
“Fuck, this pussy was made for me, Princess. I am going to worship, devour and fucking ruin it again and again. And I can’t fucking wait,” I growled which only caused her to moan louder. I bit at my bottom lip when I realised she loved dirty talk, just like me. I couldn’t wait to find out what else she loved. Did she have a dark side too? Would she let hers come out and play with mine?
As I increased my speed and felt her growing closer, I couldn’t help but have another taste. With my fingers in her pussy and my mouth latched onto her clit, she fell apart in record time. Screaming my name in abandonment had my dick ready to explode. When she eventually came down from her high, I eased my fingers out of her and kissed her pussy before climbing up the bed and rolling behind her. She sighed blissfully, already half asleep again. I chuckled as I draped my arm over her side and pulled her back against my chest. She must have felt my erection against her ass because she attempted to reach around for it. I stopped her.
“Not tonight, Princess. Go back to sleep. Sweet dreams,” I whispered into her ear and she relaxed, already there.
I closed my eyes as the warmth and softness of her body moulded into mine. Finally, I fell asleep with a huge fucking smile on my face.
I Can’t Escape You
