A business arrangement forced us together.
His power keeps us tangled.
And every time I try to pull away... I want him even more.
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AMIRA
We're in the elevator, it takes me back to where this all started. We're on opposite sides of the elevator avoiding eye contact like it's the plague but that won't be for long.
I can feel it.
I'm hyper aware of everything. My breathing, this small ass metal box that seems to grow smaller and smaller by the second, him, his damn breathing.
We don't even make it inside the villa. By the time we exit the elevator and walk down the narrow hallway Alessandro grabs onto me by my jaw shoving me into the wall as he claims my lips once again.
His mouth crashes onto mine, desperate, furious, like he's been holding himself back all damn night and finally snapped.
He bites my bottom lip and I gasp into the kiss, my hands flying to his chest, whether to push him away or pull him closer, I don't even know anymore. His grip tightens on my jaw, tilting my head the way he wants it, giving him better access to devour me deeper.
The back of my head hits the wall with a muted thud, but I don't care. I'm already melting into him, my body arching toward his like I belong there.
"You're dangerous," I whisper against his mouth, breathless.
He drags his lips along my jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. "No," he rasps, his voice rough with hunger. "You're dangerous."
One of his hands skims down my side, slipping under the fabric of my dress. His fingers splay wide on my bare thigh, possessive, claiming every inch they touch.
"Tell me to stop," he murmurs into my skin, but the way his mouth keeps moving, the way his hands roam higher, says he hopes I won't.
I don't. I can't.
Instead, I fist his shirt in my hands and pull him back to me, kissing him like I've lost all sense of reason.
We do that until we make it to our room, shoving the key in front of the sensor like it's burdening/ harassing us.
It isn't working and we both sort of groan in fustration and hormones and pause for a second. I look at him because I'd let him take me in the hallway if it came to it.
He grabs me by my waist and lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso as he pushes the keycard to the door and as it lets us in I roll my hips into his lower stomach.
"My greedy girl ," he mutters, voice thick with amusement and something darker. "Don't worry. I'll give you what you want."
He unbuckles his belt, sliding me lower down his body, my soaked core dragging against the thick hardness beneath his pants.
I continue feeling him harden under me and reveling in the feeling of it. I throw my head back not carrying about Alessandro in the moment as he seems to not be doing much of anything and I chase my own release. He walks us to the bed and places me onto it removing his shirt keeping us in the same position, now grinding into me as his pants fall down.
