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But I have to be careful. Have to play this just right. My girl is strong, fierce, and she’ll run if I push too hard, too fast.

I need to bide my time. Make her burn for me just as badly as I ache for her. And when she’s fucking desperate for my touch… only then will I claim her, so completely that there’ll be no doubt left in her mind about who she fucking belongs to.

Seven

Chapter 7

Maty

The jazz club is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of smoke and expensive liquor. On the small stage in the corner, a singer croons into an old-fashioned microphone, her voice low and husky.

I shift on the plush velvet bench, hyperaware of Alessio’s presence next to me. He’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his thigh pressing against mine, sending sparks across my skin. Tell me again why I thought another “fake date” was a good idea?

“Another drink?” he asks, his warm breath ghosting over the side of my face.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He signals a waiter, and moments later, a fresh glass of fruity cocktail is placed in front of me.

I take a sip, welcoming the sweet taste as it slides down my throat. I need all the liquid courage I can get tonight. Ever since that fucking insane moment in Alessio’s office, the tension between us has ratcheted up to an almost unbearable level.

And then there’s the matter of the cryptic text message I received. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling of unease it brought up.

But I can’t think about that right now. Not when Alessio is looking at me like he wants to fucking lick me up from head to toe.

“Wanna dance?” he rasps suddenly, his large, warm hand closing over mine on the tabletop.

It’s not a request, and we both know it. I let him lead me to the small dance floor, my heart kicking into overdrive as he pulls me into his strong arms.

We sway to the music, our bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against my stomach, and my own body responds with a gush of wetness.

“You’re playing with fire, you know,” Alessio murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “Teasing me like this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I manage, my voice coming out breathy.

He chuckles darkly, his hand splaying across the small of my back, burning through my thin dress. “Don’t lie, sweetheart. You know exactly what you’re doing to me. Looking like a goddamn wet dream, smelling like fucking sin, making me so fucking hard I can barely think straight.”

My breath hitches at his words, my pussy throbbing like there’s no tomorrow. The rough silk of his voice is like a drug, making me weak and mindless with need. Suddenly, all I can think about is to let this brute of a man fill me until there’s no room for anything else.

The song ends, and Alessio leads me off the dance floor, his hand possessively laid on my lower back. We weave our way through the crowd and out into the cool night air.

“Let me drive you home,” he says in a gruff tone.

I nod, letting him guide me to his Bugatti Noire. The leather seats are cold against my burning skin, and I shiver as he slides in beside me.

The drive to my apartment is charged, the air between us heavy. By the time we pull up in front of my building, I’m practically vibrating with need.

Alessio walks me to my door, his hand resting on the curve of my hip. I fumble with my keys, my fingers clumsy and trembling.

He takes them from me, unlocking the door. Then he’s crowding me through the entryway, kicking the door shut behind us.

“Alessio-” I start, but he cuts me off with a hard kiss, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. I welcome his delicious tongue with a sigh of relief. Lick and suck on his full lips, bite him…

I melt into him, my fingers tangling in the thick strands of his hair as he backs me up against the wall. His body is hard against mine, his dick a thick ridge pressed to my stomach.

He kisses me like a man possessed, tongue pushing deep, claiming every part of me. I can feel myself getting wet, shaking, pulsating, my body preparing for his invasion. I’m so fucking ready.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, he tears his mouth away. Leaving us both panting, our chests heaving.

“I want you,” he rasps out, eyes blazing with feral hunger. “I want to strip you bare and lick every inch of your fucking sweet skin. Want to bury myself so deep inside you that you forget your own fucking name.”

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