Page 14 of Alessio DeLuca

I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Alessio, please…”

He closes his eyes briefly, jaw clenching, as if he’s fighting for control. When he opens them again, they’re filled with a steely resolve.

“Not yet,” he says, voice rough. “When I take you, it’s not gonna be some quick fuck against a wall. I’m gonna take my sweet fucking time with you, Maty. Make you fucking beg for my cock.”

With that, he steps back, leaving me aching. He reaches and tucks a curl behind my ear, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Sweet dreams, little one,” he murmurs, his lips quirking into a dark smile.

Then he’s gone, the door closing shut behind him with a soft click.

I slump against the wall, my legs feeling completely boneless. My skin too tight, my body buzzing with unsatisfied need. Goddamn you, Alessio DeLuca!

I’m just about to push off the wall and head to my bedroom, fully intending to take care of my dripping pussy, when my phone buzzes in my purse.

I pull it out, my heart sinking when I see yet another text from the unknown number.

UNKNOWN: Tick tock, little Maty. Can’t keep hiding forever…

A chill runs down my spine, fear knotting in my gut. Who the hell is this, and what the fuck do they want from me?

* * *

Alessio

Fuck. The way Maty looked tonight, with her painted-on dress and her smoky eyes, her hair a wild tumble of curls…

I wanted to drag her into the nearest dark corner and fuck her until she screamed. Fucking pump her full of my jizz, make her walk funny, with my cum dripping between her legs. Wanted to bend her over the hood of my car and take her right there in the street, not giving a single fuck about who might see us. Spread her thick thighs, the hem of her dress bunched at her waist, her full round ass exposed to the cold night air and my big hands, grip her hips, and fucking slide home. Watch myself glide through her folds, get coated in her sweet juices… My olive skin pushing into her dark brown.

She’s under my skin, fucking burrowing herself deeper with every passing day. And the harder I try to resist, the more I crave her. I fought this shit for five fucking long years. But I’m fucking done.

I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white, fighting the urge to turn the car around and go back to her apartment. To finish what we started, and finally claim what’s fucking mine.

But I can’t. Not yet. I meant what I said - when I take Maty, it’s not gonna be some rushed fuck. I intend to take my time, learn every fucking curve and hollow of her body until I know it better than my own.

My cock throbs at the thought, straining against the fabric of my slacks. I adjust myself with a muttered curse, trying to push away images of Maty spread naked for me, her beautiful eyes glazed with pleasure, pouty lips kiss-swollen.

It’s a losing battle. She’s all I can think about, all I can fucking see. And I know I won’t be at peace until I have her. Until she’s mine in every fucking way.

Eight

Chapter 8

Maty

I’m just settling in for another lonely night when a knock at my door startles me. Frowning, I glance at the clock. Nearly 8 PM. Who could be dropping by unannounced at this time?

I peer through the peephole, only to find Alessio standing on my doorstep, looking way too handsome for my peace of mind. He’s dressed casually in a black henley and dark jeans that got nothing on his Armani office wear. Fuck, he looks good. Swallowing hard, I open the door.

“Hey, boss. What are you doing here?” I’m proud of how steady my voice comes out, even as my heart races.

He holds up a bag of takeout, the smell of garlic and herbs coming from it making my mouth water. “Figured you may not have had dinner yet. Thought I’d save you from another night of microwave meals.” His lips quirk in a half-smirk and he fucking winks… My poor heart!

I frown at the implication that I can’t take care of myself, but the rumble of my stomach betrays me. Huffing out a laugh, I step back to let him in.

“Fine, you got me. But I’ll have you know my frozen pizza game is top-notch.”

“Sure it is.” His eyes glint with amusement as he brushes past me, his arm grazing mine and sending a shiver down my spine. Damn him.

---