Page 47 of Deadly Wrath

Alessio’s gaze drags slowly over my body, tracing every inch where my robe barely covers me and where it’s slipping open. He watches the rise of my chest, my breasts threatening to spill free, and his stare feels so hot it scorches me.

Shit.The panties have no center, just me and my bare puss pressing against his abdomen.

I swallow hard, heat crawling up my neck. Every inch of me feels exposed to him, like he can see everything.

“I’m heavy,” I mutter, trying to break the crushing tension between us. “You can put me down now.”

His head snaps up, and his expression turns sharp as if I insulted him. “The fuck you are.” His voice is rough, like I just said the dumbest thing imaginable. His eyes hold mine, dark and intense, his lips curling into something dangerous. “And not a fucking chance,” he growls.

My stomach flips, and my kitty purrs like the needy bitch she is. Before I can respond, his mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath. His lips are hot and demanding, pulling me further into his inferno. The kiss is rough and consuming, like he’s claimingme, branding me from the inside out. I melt into him. My fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips drag down my jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin.

Somewhere in the haze, I barely register his words. Something like, “You’re fucking perfect.” Maybe I’m imagining it.

His grip on my ass tightens, pulling me impossibly closer. My mind blurs, heat rising, twisting, drowning out everything else. My body arches into him without permission, craving more. This kiss and his touch set me on fire, and the more I burn, the less I want him to stop.

His lips brush lower, finding that sensitive spot at the base of my throat. I gasp, a tremor ripping through me when he bites down hard enough to sting and sharpenough to ruin me. His smirk presses into my skin, and I swear I can feel his satisfaction.

“You don’t play fair,” I whisper. But the words come out shaky, breathless, and anything but steady. I’m trying to hold onto control but failing.

His chuckle rumbles against my neck. “Never claimed I did,Sirena.”

He says it teasingly but dripping with promise. My body says yes, my brain says panic, and my mouth says nothing because he kisses me before I can decide which to listen to. It’s not soft. It’s teeth and tongue, and I match his intensity, meeting his hunger with my own, twisting my fingers in his hair.

Alessio turns and pins me against the wall, his body crushing against mine, one hand gripping my thigh while the other slides up, pulling at the knot in my robe. The silk slips away, falling off my shoulders and leaving me bare. Well, except for the poor excuse of panties that are doing absolutely nothing to protect my kitty or my dignity when I feel the wetness between my legs pressed against him.

Without breaking the kiss, he carries me to the bed, pushing everything on my bed to the floor without a care. Alessio’s lips never leave mine, and I barely register the mess. His body hovers over mine, a wall of pure heat and muscle pressing me into the mattress. I break the kiss,gasping for air, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His mouth moves to my neck, biting in between kisses.

“Alessio,” I gasp, my voice coming out like a breathless moan.

He leans back on his heels between my legs, his eyes dropping right to where I’m completely exposed. It’s hot, shameless, and not subtle. His smirk is pure sin, lazily dragging his finger over his Adonis belt, right over the wet spot I made.

“You’re dripping all over me,Dolcezza,” he says way too smugly.

I open my mouth, ready to fire off a witty remark, but a moan slips out instead. Alessio pinches my nipple, rough but in the best way. His lips crash into mine, swallowing my gasp, and I cling to him as he devours me.

Then, his hand moves lower. His fingers play with the fabric of my panties, teasing, until the sound of tearing hits my ears. At the same time, a sharp sting snaps against my skin. He rips them clean off me. I start to protest, but that plan dies fast when he pushes one thick finger inside me. My body arches into him. He’s edged me on for days, leaving me aching, and now my body is desperately begging for release.

A second finger joins, stretching, filling, and tearing a moan from my throat.

His lips brush mine. “Still blushing,Sirena?” he teases.

I try to laugh, but I’m cut off when his fingers thrust deeper and harder. A sharp gasp tears from me. “Shut up,” I pant, but it’s nothing more than a helpless, breathless need.

He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself, his thumb brushing over my most sensitive spot, sending me spiraling over the edge.

His mouth finds my ear. “I think you like this more than you’re letting on,” he taunts, his warm breath making me shiver.

I bite my lip, fighting for control, but it’s already gone. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I whisper, but the roll of my hips says otherwise.

“Oh,Dolcezza,” he purrs, dripping with that smug charm, “I don’t need to flatter myself when I can feel how much you want me.”

22

Alessio

After Liv left my fun-room, I had to change because the wild fuckingSirena’spussy soaked my pants. Not that I’m complaining.

When I get downstairs, the entrance is a damn mess with deliveries everywhere. I told Alonzo to haul her shit up to her room as it came in, so seeing it pile up like this pisses me off.

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