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“Elenora…” I husked; my arms heavy at my sides with achingly painful restraint.
“What?! You’ve never seen a naked woman before? You own sex clubs, Alessio! Don’t insult me by pretending this is any different! I will fight you with everything I have, Alessio Barbieri. This is me. And I am not hiding anymore. You think you can control me like my brother does, like my papi did or my uncle? You think I will bend over to please you? Think again stronzo!” She grabbed a vase from the windowsill and smashed it on the floor, but I barely noticed. I was so enraptured by her.
“Are you done?” I replied as calmly as I could, though my voice gave away how fucking turned on I was. She swallowed before visibly relaxing into her skin. All the anger seemed to disperse from her body as she nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around her chest in a delayed attempt to cover herself. I stormed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel before strolling back to her. She blinked up at me with confusion—all pure innocence as I held it out to her. She slowly reached for it, wrapping it around her chest and tucking it in. I didn’t step back. I waited for her to look up at me again, my eyes burning into hers with so much need, that it nearly killed me. Perhaps she would kill me. This woman. She had the power to end me and she didn’t even know it.
“Is that why you went to the club?” I husked.
She looked away from me quickly, the first sign she was about to lie. “You know why I went to the club. Giovanni—”
“Don’t lie to me, Elle.” For the first time, I used her name informally and it seemed to have an effect. Her gaze snapped up to mine and she stared straight into my dark soul and warmed something inside me. That’s when I saw it. All of it. It was real. Everything that had happened between us was real for us both.
“Don’t do this, Alessio,” she whispered, almost pleading as she tried to step around me. I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back, so she couldn’t run from it. I would never let her run from me again.
“Stop. You said you weren’t going to hide anymore. Just say it. Say that it was real,” I husked, stepping in closer as one of my hands found her hip and the other reached up into her hair, my fist tightening around her sodden locks.
“Why? What’s the point? Why would it even matter? You want the truth? You want to know it all?” She snapped with that rage back in her eyes. This time it was mixed with a sadness that would have broken me if I was a weaker man. “Fine. Yes. It was real. I went to the club for a night of freedom from the insufferable cage I was living in. It was foolish, stupid and reckless. I had no idea Leone owned it. That you owned it. I didn’t know you would be there! And then you were! But I didn’t know it was you. Everything between us was real, Alessio. I couldn’t have faked it if I tried. But then I found out who you were and I freaked the fuck out. This is impossible. Whatever this is, could never work. My brother would kill you before he let you near me. Our families are at war! We are enemies!”
Something inside me snapped. I pushed her back against the wall and my hands weaved into her matted hair further, as I forced her face up to look at me. My body engulfed hers, forcing her tits to press against my chest and my hips to slam into hers. Her lips parted on a gasp when she felt how hard I was for her and I held her gaze, slowly dying if I didn’t claim those lips soon.
“You think your brother can stop me? Where is he now, Princess? He didn’t stop me eleven years ago and he sure as hell can’t stop me now. No one can,” I whispered in a low caress against her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and she released small whimpers as our lips brushed, sending a zing of pleasure through every nerve in my body.
With no fight left in me, I pressed my lips against hers in a slow, sensual kiss, waiting for her to accept me like she had all those years ago. When I felt her body melt and her hands wrap around my neck, I moved my lips against hers seeking access to her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as my tongue slid against hers and I moved my hands through her hair, deepening our embrace. Sparks shot all over my body at the nostalgic taste of her. Sunshine and palma violets. All these years I had craved to taste her again and the reality was so much fucking better than any of my fantasies. I pressed my hips into her and she gasped in pleasure as my rock-hard dick rubbed against her. Her hands started to explore my body with need, down my neck, shoulders and back as she pulled at my shirt.
I was so lost in her, completely at her mercy that I didn’t even see it coming….
This wasn’t supposed to happen, yet I felt powerless to stop it. His kiss was everything I had ever wanted a kiss to be and it was making me senseless with need. I wanted him. I needed him. I couldn’t get enough. The ferocity. The gentleness. The confidence. It was overwhelming and all I could do was hang on for dear life. His powerful hands were in my hair, tightening and threading, pulling me in and claiming me as his. I moaned loudly against his open mouth as his tongue slid across mine at the same moment the pressure of his cock against my pubic bone sent sparks through me, which turned to wildfire. My body was out of control; goosebumps flushed across my skin, my heart was racing, my legs were weak and my vagina was throbbing.
Kissing him was an indescribable sensation. Like getting lost in my favourite memory colliding with my most forbidden fantasy and I never wanted to come back to reality. As my hands traced down the back of his thick neck, over his broad shoulders and down his back, the ripples of his muscles under my fingertips were too delicious to bear. I moaned again, completely obsessed with the strength of him and needing to feel more. Pulling his shirt up his back as he groaned into our kiss, my hands connected with his warm skin and I glided them down his spine. He broke our kiss when we both ran out of oxygen and he husked against my lips, “You are mine, Elenora Buccini.”
My eyes fluttered shut as he dived for my neck, sucking at my skin and across my jaw, marking me with his power. His kisses were strong, seductive and unapologetic, but also laced with a hint of affection that made my heart ache. It was too much. It was all too much. No. No, I wasn’t his. I could never be his. This would never be right. And that’s when I felt the cold steel against my hand at the bottom of his back. His gun. Before I could think any more about it, I took my chance. I weaved one hand up his chest and quickly shoved him back while pulling out the gun from his waistband.
It took a moment for him to figure out what was happening. The look of confusion took over his devilishly handsome features before he clocked the gun in my hand, pointing straight at him. He stepped back again, smirking. He was fucking smirking at me. I narrowed my gaze on him and aimed the gun at his chest with a shaky hand.
“What are you doing, Princess?” he asked, his crystal eyes dancing with laughter. He wasn’t scared in the slightest. Well, he should be. I was a woman who had lost her freaking mind, holding a loaded gun!
He attempted to take a step towards me and I aimed the gun at his head. He halted and raised his hands in the air.
“Don’t come near me, Alessio. I mean it.”
“What’s the plan here, Elle? You’re going to shoot me?” he taunted, causing anger in me to spike. He didn’t believe I was capable of it.
“Yes. Give me your phone,” I ordered, holding my steady gaze as he refused to back down.
He shook his head with a cheeky grin, “No.”
“I will shoot! Give me your phone!”
“Have you ever fired a gun before, Princess?” He teased. “Do you know which one is the trigger?”
“Yes,” I hissed, “I also know that this has a silencer on it. I could shoot you in the head right now and no one would know. I could easily escape,” I snapped, my hands starting to shake from the adrenaline rush and heaviness of the weapon.
His smile faded and he dropped his hands to his sides, the playfulness melting away.
“Fine. Shoot me.”
“What?” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“You want my phone? You want to run from me? You’ll have to shoot me. Because I am not letting you go.”
