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Alessio smiles, slow and satisfied. “And we’re just getting started, sweetheart,” he promises, the words dark with intent. “I’m gonna take you every way I’ve ever dreamed of. In every room of this house, on every available surface. Until you can’t sit or stand without feeling me, without remembering who you belong to.”

I shudder at the dark promise in his words, heat already beginning to pool low in my belly despite my spent state. He’s gonna be the fucking death of me.

And as he shifts us onto our sides and claims my mouth in a passionate kiss, I think to myself that there are much worse fates than being claimed by Alessio fucking DeLuca.

Ten

Chapter 10

Maty

I wake up slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. For a moment, I’m disoriented, confused by the unfamiliar, insanely comfortable mattress and the strong arm covered in tattoos banded around my waist. But then memories of the night come rushing back and I can’t help the slow smile that spreads across my face.

Alessio. The gala, the dance, the way he claimed me in front of everyone. And after… the way he worshipped me with his hand, mouth and cock, branding me as his in the most intimate way possible.

I roll over to face him, my breath catching in my throat. He’s still asleep, his dark-blond hair tousled and his chiseled features relaxed. He looks younger like this, almost boyish, and my heart clenches with a tenderness I’ve never felt before.

Carefully, I trace my fingertips over the lines of his face, memorizing every plane and angle. His skin is warm, his stubble slightly scratchy against my palm. I feel like I could spend hours like this, just drinking him in.

But even as I revel in this quiet moment of peace, I can’t escape the sense of unease in my gut. The bullet casing, the threatening texts, the mystery stalker who seems hell-bent on tormenting me… it feels like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment and shatter my fragile bubble of happiness.

As if sensing my dark thoughts, Alessio stirs, his strong arm tightening around me as his eyes flutter open. When he sees me, a slow, drowsy smile curves his full lips, making my heart skip a beat.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmurs, in a voice that’s still husky with sleep. He presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a beat. “How you feeling?”

“Perfect,” I whisper back, and in this moment, it’s true. Here, in his arms, I feel safer and more cherished than I ever have in my life.

His smile widens, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You are perfect,” he says softly, brushing a curl off my cheek. “Still can’t believe this is happening.”

I swallow hard against the sudden lump in my throat. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. And I mean it with every fiber of my being.

I want this, want him, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. And if that means fighting tooth and nail against the demons of my past, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

We stay like that for a while longer, exchanging gentle caresses and soft kisses, basking in our afterglow. But eventually, reality intrudes when Alessio’s phone vibrates insistently on the nightstand.

He groans, pressing his face into my hair for a long moment before pulling back with a sigh. “Gotta take this,” he says apologetically. “But shouldn’t be too long.”

I nod, trying to push down my irrational flare of disappointment. I knew who he was, what his life entailed, long before I fell into his bed. I can’t expect him to just drop everything because we had one incredible night together.

“Go,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’ll be fine. I should probably head home anyway, get changed before work.”

He frowns, looking like he wants to argue, but another glance at his still-buzzing phone has him exhaling with resign. “All right. But I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. No lip.”

My smile turns real at his commanding tone, warmth blooming in my chest. “Yes, sir,” I reply teasingly.

He groans again, but this time it’s playful. “Careful, little one,” he warns, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. “You keep being a good girl like that and I won’t let you leave this bed for a week.”

Of course, my pussy starts clenching at his words and tone, my clit throbbing like a goddamn Christmas light.

Then I yelp out a laugh when Alessio nips playfully at my shoulder before rolling out of bed, his gloriously naked body on full display. Muscles and tattoos everywhere the eye can see. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to jump out of bed, climb him like a tree, and beg him to forget his responsibilities for the day.

But I restrain myself, holding tightly to the shreds of my dignity as I watch him stride into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on is almost enough to shatter my resolve. Fuck, image water dripping down his body, making him slick and warm… ugh! But I grit my teeth and slip out of bed, gathering my clothes strewn across the floor.

By the time Alessio emerges, dressed in an impeccable suit with his hair damp and combed back, I’m somewhat presentable. He pulls me in for one last scorching kiss before we part ways, leaving me dazed and aching.

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The ride back to my apartment in Lessio’s town car is a blur, my mind still fogged with hot memories and the ghost of him all over me, inside me… I absently thank the driver and hop off. I’m so distracted that at first I don’t notice anything when I unlock my front door and step inside.

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