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“Nico—”
“It would be selfish of me to expect you to accept it, so I’m letting you go. I’m going to let you go because I would rather see you safe far away from me, then in constant danger because you’re with me.”
I entwined my fingers through the dark strands of his hair. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot, his skin void of its olive color.
“I’m pretty sure that this is what you would want the most—to be free.”
Was it? Was it really what I wanted the most? Maybe I wouldn’t be in constant danger once I was far away from him, but would I really be free, or would I be shackled with the chains of societal expectations?
“So.” I cleared my throat, deciding to go against his decision. “You’re gonna be okay when I find a boyfriend and later on a husband, and have his kids?”
“Yes,” he gritted out, but it wasn’t compliance that I saw on his face. It was pure, red, hot anger and jealousy.
“Ah, so, when I get out of here, you’re gonna be fine with me finding another guy, maybe Italian, to scratch an itch? It’s just… It’s been a long time, and I’m really feeling needy these days.”
“Alessia,” he growled, warning bells chiming in my head, but I wasn’t listening. I was going to push all his buttons.
“Who knows, maybe I’ll feel generous and suck him off while we’re at it.” His hands tightened on my ass, warning me. “And maybe he’ll lick me, before he fucks the ever-loving shi—”
One second, he was on the floor, and in the next one, I was in the air, being carried toward the bed, giggling like a schoolgirl, because finally, fucking finally, he was coming to his senses.
CHAPTER9
“Do not mentionanother man in my presence, Alessia.”
“I was just—”
His lips pressed against mine, cutting off the words I was about to say, my air supply and the ability to think. His lips were bruising, punishing and possessive, keeping me captive. He kissed me as if he was going to die if he didn’t.
His hands were tangled with my hair, lifting my head higher, trapping me. I knew that there was nowhere else I would rather be right now. My breasts pressing against his abs, my nipples scraping against the fabric of the shirt I wore, drove me insane.
“Nico,” I moaned as one of his hands caressed one nipple, sending rivulets of pleasure straight to my core. He pressed soft kisses next to my mouth, over my cheek, moving down my throat, all the way to my collarbone, moving my shirt to the side.
I pressed my hands against his chest, pulling him closer and pushing him away, delirious, unable to comprehend whether I wanted him closer or further away.
“You don’t kiss like someone who wants to send me away.”
“I changed my mind,” he grumbled, gently pushing me toward the bed until the back of my knees hit the soft mattress and I fell on the plush surface.
I spread my legs as he climbed on top of me, caressing my leg from my ankle to my hip, his jaw clenching and unclenching while his eyes ravaged all over my body.
“You are perfect,” he murmured as he dove, lifting my shirt and licking his way from my navel to my breasts. “Made for me, just me.”
“Oh God,” I gasped as his lips closed around one nipple still covered with my shirt, as his hand descended lower and lower, playing with the edge of my panties. I could feel his teeth scraping over sensitive flesh, and in a blink of an eye, he clutched at the two sides of the shirt and tore it apart, revealing my naked chest to him.
Heat pooled between my legs as he latched onto the other nipple, while fondling the other breast. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his face, earning a satisfied grumble from him. My entire body vibrated from need, from the urgency to have him, take him and keep him forever.
He could try to send me away, but I would always find my way back.
I looked up at him, at his wild eyes and dark hair, and I knew I found my home. Whatever he saw in my eyes made him move himself up and press his lips to mine. My eyes closed. I wrapped my arms around him, my legs slowly lifting and wrapping themselves around his waist, holding him as much of a captive as I was.
But these feelings, these sensations… I wouldn’t mind getting lost in them.
“I’m going to devour you, consume you, make you scream my name.” He started kissing his way down my body, over my chest, my stomach, all the way to my core.
He pressed his lips to my pubic bone, his eyes never leaving mine, and then slowly lifted the fabric with his teeth. His expert fingers grasped the flimsy fabric on my hips and started pulling it down, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
As he stood up, I could see the outline of his dick pressing against his black slacks, begging to be touched to be freed.
