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“Did you see Elenora tonight?” I asked in panic.
“No- I thought she was with you?” she replied, rubbing her eyes.
“She didn’t have dinner?”
“No. I haven’t seen her. What’s going on?” she asked as I stepped away from her door, running my hand over my hair. My body was starting to tremble with blind panic. I raced out the front and asked my men the same question. They looked at me with unease, shaking their heads.
“Well, fucking find her!” I roared as they dived into action to patrol the grounds. Barefoot and only wearing my suit trousers, I sprinted round to the back of the estate, looking over the vineyard for any sign of her. The incandescent full moon was high in the sky, the only source of guiding light, tormenting me with its precious knowledge. She said she wouldn’t run. But then, today, in my father’s office, she said she would succeed eventually. I thought she had been bluffing. Saying what she thought Diego expected her to say. But after our argument… what if she had fucking meant it?
“Elenora!” I shouted across the eerie silence of the vineyard, consumed with rage at myself, worried for her safety and crippled by the intense pain in my chest that she was gone.
I turned around and glanced up at the mansion, a small flickering light came from one of the bedrooms on the first floor at the side of the house. The painting room. Without a second thought, I sped through the house like a fucking whirlwind until I reached the end bedroom and flung open the door. I was panting heavily, my hand gripping the door handle as I stared at her kneeling on the floor in front of a huge canvas, paints all around her and a brush in her hand. Her dilated eyes glanced up at my intrusion and she frowned when she saw the state of me. I just kept staring, not quite believing she was really there.
Her hair was scrunched up in a messy bun on top of her head and she was only wearing her black, lacy underwear. Smudges and strokes of paint carelessly decorated her skin. She looked sexy as hell.
I stepped inside and slammed the door shut, taking out my frustration and relief all in one.
“Alessio… What happened?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion and concern as I turned my back to her and rested my hand against the wall, lowering my head to my chest to try and calm myself the fuck down. She was here. She was safe. She hadn’t run.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and rang one of my men. “I’ve found her.”
I hung up.
I heard her carefully place the brushes down and stand up. Her soft footsteps padded against the plastic cover on the carpet as she made her way towards me and I closed my eyes. My heart wasn’t slowing down. My mind was still in panic mode thinking she had gone. It was only when I felt her warm hand on my shirtless back that I dared to breathe again.
“Alessio, you’re freaking me—”
I reached out for her arm and pulled her in front of me swiftly, wrapping my hand around her throat and pushing her against the wall. Her lips parted and her chocolate eyes widened as they searched mine. My grip was firm but not painful, needing to keep her where I could see her.
“I thought you were gone,” I husked, pushing my forehead against hers. “I thought you fucking ran from me, Elle.”
She stared into my eyes, her tits straining against her bra as her breathing became as erratic as mine. She could feel my anxiety. She could feel it all.
“I didn’t run. I’m right here,” she breathed. I closed my eyes, brushing my nose against hers and tightened my fingers on her neck.
“What are you doing to me, Princess?” I groaned against her lips and pressed my body into hers pinning her to the wall. Our skin-to-skin contact sent vibrations to my bones. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Do what?” she whispered as I started to kiss along her jaw until I reached her lips, devouring them with desire and uncontrollable need.
“I need to have you,” I growled between our kisses. Her hands reached up to my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as I sucked, bit and devoured the skin on her neck. My relentless trail glided across her chest—unhooking her bra and flinging it off so I could tease those hard, pink nipples—and down her stomach, leaving a wake of savage marks before sinking to my knees in front of her.
“Alessio…” she gasped as I grabbed the crotch of her panties, tugging and ripping until the material tore in half and I lifted one of her thighs over my shoulder. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“No. We shouldn’t,” I murmured, looking up at her as her hands gripped into my hair and I flicked my tongue out, tasting her delicious pussy with controlled restraint. Her eyes rolled and she dropped her head back against the wall as my hand reached up to squeeze her breast before I tugged at her nipple. She panted heavily, her perky, full tits pressing into my hand with every rise of her chest as my tongue lapped at her tirelessly, claiming every whimper and moan from her mouth. I ate at her like I was starved and the world would end if I didn’t make her come as soon as possible.
She started to shake and jerk against me, her cries and moans growing louder and longer and I knew she was close. Sliding two fingers inside her, I felt her walls clench around them as she tumbled over the edge of her pleasure. I refused to give her a moment to come down as I climbed back up her body, pressing her against the wall with my strength as my hands caressed and then roughly groped at every inch of her. I kissed my way up her skin until I reached her mouth. She strangled her legs around my waist, her tongue licking every bit of her sweetness from mine as I turned quickly and lowered us to the floor.
“We should stop,” she panted between our kisses as she reached for my trousers and tugged them open. I smirked against her neck at the game she was playing and bit at her earlobe, pushing my trousers and boxers down and discarding them behind us.
“We should definitely stop,” I groaned as I pressed my hard as fuck erection against her clit, rubbing my length up and down as she moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my hand gripped her thigh, dragging it up to my side.
“This is so wrong,” she gasped as I pistoned my hips and groaned at the raw friction between her pussy and my dick. I pulled my head out of her neck and stared down into her eyes, pausing and letting my heavy, throbbing cock drop between her legs. I could feel the slick warmth of her entrance against my tip and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had never wanted anyone in my life as much as I wanted her.
I reached for her hand, pulling it from my neck and forced it in a heap of blue paint next to us before placing her hand on my chest. Directly over my heart.
“Then why does it feel right?” My heart was pounding against her palm, the paint leaving her handprint on my skin. “It’s yours. It’s only ever been yours.”
Her eyes fluttered down to her hand against my heart and back up to meet my gaze. She lifted her hand, grabbing the back of my head and claimed my lips as I closed my eyes. I was so lost in her, I no longer knew when logic left me and my obsession with her began. Probably the day I met her. And now, I was in too deep to care. With an involuntary jerk of my hips, my dick pushed against her entrance and I froze. I broke our kiss as we stared into each other’s eyes.
