Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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Alessio lips moved against mine in sync, with so much urgency and need. Eventually his hand moved to the back of my neck, tilting my face up more. The kiss only deepened. Alessio was stealing every last breath in me and I was willingly giving it to him. My chest brushed against his, heaving against each other the more he only pulled me closer to him.
My hands roamed up his body over his neck and tugged at his hair when he licked my bottom lip. Asking for permission and I let him in without hesitation. Opening my mouth and inviting him to slide his tongue against mine. The kiss wasn't sloppy, it was controlled and filled with need and desire. After months of trying to stay away. All the pent up energy was being let go.
My hands were soft and steady against his body, whereas his hands were rough but they were controlled and he ran one of them through my hair. Pulling at it hard enough to make me whimper into his mouth and my panties soak with wetness.
There was a warm buzzing feeling that erupted all throughout my body. Even more so as the kiss turned more aggressive, both of us fighting for dominance as we devoured each other. I just knew my lips were going to feel sore after this. Maybe even bruised.
But why the fuck did I care? I didn't. If anything I needed him to kiss me harder.
Just needed more and more. Until I got sick of it. But I had a strong feeling I was never going to be sick of Alessio Bertelli.
His hands fell out of my hair and I felt when he ran them up the backs of my thighs, his touch burning through the dress before he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist and the thick fabric slid over my hips as he backed me into the wall.
His hands ran up my bare thighs, over the hem of my lacy underwear until he pulled my dress up even further. My heat was right up against his abs and the closeness only made the ache worse. The throbbing of my clit started to bother me and I only grew wetter with every second that passed by and all he did was feel up my body, up my thighs. Over my hips and my waist. And kissed me senseless.
One arm kept my body weight up while the other explored me. His fingers trailing a light line under my bra. He bit down on my bottom lip and a moan almost was ready to slip from me before I kept it hidden. He finally pulled away from my mouth and left them to tingle without him.
Alessio tilted my head back further and my lips parted when his mouth came into contact with the center of my throat. My pulse fluttered against his hand when he moved it from my body to my neck and he squeezed my pressure point, making my eyelids flutter. It only made me tighten my legs around him.
I could already feel his length through his sweats and I just knew he was big. The thought of that made me wetter.
"Fuck."
I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep in any noise that threatened to fall from me. Alessio's heavy breathing and mine mixed together aroused me further, making me shaky with the ache and feel of him pressed against me.
