Page 11 of Alessio DeLuca

Because that’s what this is. What Alessio DeLuca is. Complete and utter madness. He’s the book boyfriend of my wildest fantasies come to life. But the problem with book boyfriends is… No matter how hard you wish, no matter how badly you burn… In the end, they’re just fiction. Another fairy tale that vanishes in the harsh light of day. And I can’t afford to forget that. Can’t afford to believe in happily-ever-after. No matter how much I want to.

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Alessio

Maty looked like a fucking dream. A fantasy made flesh with her gorgeous curves all wrapped like a fucking Christmas gift.

And I wanted nothing more than to shove that scrap of a dress over her hips, bury my face between those fucking thick thighs…

But I didn’t. The whole car ride, the whole goddamn long meal… I kept my hands to myself like a fucking saint. Let the tension hike up between us.

I played my role. The perfect fucking gentleman. Charming and attentive. I don’t let her see the caveman clawing at my insides, howling to claim, take and possess his mate.

I don’t let her see how her husky laugh and sharp mind make me want to spread her across that white linen tablecloth, and feast on her till she’s a sobbing, shaking mess in my arms.

And when I drop her at her door, when I brush my lips across her knuckles in a fucking poor excuse of a kiss goodnight… I don’t let her see how the taste of her skin almost brings me to my fucking knees.

I wait till I’m standing under the spray of my shower, one hand braced against gleaming black tile and the other fisted around my long, thick, hard cock. Hand slippery with soap, blood pulsing through the thick veins, pumping up and down, fast, hard, squeezing myself with my eyes shut tight, images of her flashing through my mind’s eye. I grind out her name through gritted teeth, filthy curses tumbling from my lips as I paint the wall with thick spurts of cum…

I wait until I’m away from her to let the beast out.

Six

Chapter 6

Maty

I stare blankly at my computer screen, the lines of code blurring before my eyes. I’ve been trying to focus on the new security protocols for the dating agency’s client database all morning, but my mind keeps drifting back to that night with Alessio.

The heat of his gaze on my skin, the brush of his fingers against the small of my back as he guided me through the restaurant. The way his lips felt against my knuckles, soft and searing all at once.

I clench my thighs beneath my desk, trying to ignore the persistent throb between my legs. This is ridiculous. It was one fake date, a test run for the sake of my business. It didn’t mean anything.

But try telling that to my treacherous body, who completely missed the fucking memo. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in that car with him, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. I can almost feel the warmth of his strong body next to me, smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and skin…

“Maty.”

I jump at the sound of my name, my heart slamming against my ribs. Alessio is standing in the doorway of my office, his big frame filling the space. He’s wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, the crisp white shirt open at the throat, revealing his tattoos. I allow my gaze to linger on that sliver of inked olive skin for a moment too long before dragging my eyes back to his face.

“What’s up?” I ask, wincing inwardly at the breathless quality of my voice.

“My office. Now.” His tone brooks no argument.

I nod, licking my suddenly dry lips as I rise from my chair. My legs feel unsteady beneath me as I follow him down the hall, my heels sinking into the plush carpet.

He holds the door for me, and I brush past him, inhaling a lungful of his scent. Damn him. Why does he have to always smell so fucking good?

“Close the door,” he orders in a low, gravelly rumble that hits me straight to my clit.

I comply, my pulse quickening at the soft click. When I turn to face him, Alessio is watching me with an inscrutable expression.

“What did you want to talk about?” My voice comes out as a whisper.

He doesn’t answer right away. His gaze slowly drags over my body, starting at my feet and traveling up until it settles on my mouth. I feel that look like a physical caress, burning me even through the layers of my clothes.

Without answering, he pushes off the desk and stalks to me, his steps muffled by the plush carpet. I back up instinctively until I hit the wall behind me, my breath catching in my throat as he closes the distance between us.

“Alessio, what are you -”

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