Page 22 of Between Us

Alessandra pulled back after a few seconds, giving him a shy smile. “Sorry, I didn't mean to pounce on you like that.”

“I don't mind,” he assured her, his skin already missing the contact. Arranged marriage or not, his wife had the kind of body that could drive a man crazy. He had taken her every night in the days following their wedding, and he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the perks of married life.

Raising his hand, Roman traced her bottom lip again as the swell of his cock and the need to fuck hijacked his thoughts.

To his surprise, Alessandra seemed to know exactly what he wanted. For the first time since they had met, she initiated physical contact as she closed the distance between them and pressed her mouth to his softly. It was all the incentive he needed. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. She sighed into his mouth, her slender frame melting into him.

Roman couldn't believe how responsive she was to him—had been from the day he took her virginity. He had expected more of a hassle from being married to someone so young and inexperienced. What he hadn'texpected was for her to be so pliable and willing to please. So eager to learn. He liked that a little too much.

Pushing her laptop to the side with one hand, he lowered her back to the bed and pressed his half-naked body to hers. Her breasts, soft and perky, rubbed against his bare chest as her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer.Too perfect.

They made out for a little while, until Roman became impatient with his need for her. Running his hands along her sides, he pulled her yoga pants down her legs and was pleasantly surprised to find nothing else underneath. Pushing two fingers between her folds, he was met with the result of their kissing. Alessandra was already wet and ready for him when he curled his fingers to hit that spot she liked. With a flutter of her long lashes, she sighed, surrendering to his touch and letting him take the lead in however way he pleased.So soft. So yielding. Better than he could have imagined.

When Roman removed his fingers and finally replaced them with his aching cock, Alessandra took him with a small moan of pleasure, arms wrapping around his neck like a lifeline.

“You like this,” he said on a ragged breath, pushing in and out of her at a steady pace. “You like it when I fuck you.”

She hummed in affirmation, her eyes closed and her body relaxed beneath his stronger one.

But it wasn't enough for Roman. Grabbing her jaw, he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I like it,” she whispered, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his balls already tightening withthe need to come. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex without a condom before Alessandra came crashing into his life. He had forgotten how good it felt to fuck someone raw, and it didn't help that his inexperienced wife was so tight her pussy felt like a vise around his length. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed gentle circles around it, eager to make her come on his cock.

Before long, Alessandra was panting, her climax so close he could almost taste it. He licked her neck, her lips, his mouth stopping at her ear as he tugged on the earlobe with his teeth. He slammed harder into her, and she let out a cry, her walls squeezing around him mercilessly.

Unable to hold off his orgasm any longer, Roman let go, coming deep inside of her with a low hiss that made him sound like an animal.

Afterward, they lay in bed side by side, enjoying the post-coital bliss.

“Will you tell my Papà?”

Roman opened his eyes to glance at Alessandra. He was sated and ready to go to sleep after a long day, but his young wife was nowhere close to that point. She sat up, freeing her long hair from the bun it had been confined to, and cast him an apprehensive look.

“Tell him what?” he asked lazily.

“That you'll let me go to college.”

He felt his brows dip with a frown as irritation flared to life in his chest. “I don't owe your father an explanation. You aremywife and you will do whatever the fuck pleasesme.”

“I—” She stopped, seeming to search for the right words. “I didn't mean to upset you.”

“Then stop worrying about what your father will think. I couldn't care less. You are a Leskov now. He doesn't have a say in your life anymore.”

He expected her to be upset by his harsh tone. He hadn’t intended to snap at her, but the mere mention of Nero Rossetti was enough to put him in a less then pleasant disposition.

Alessandra simply nodded her head, her expression not revealing as much as he would have liked on what was actually going on inside her head. “Okay.”

Roman stared at her, trying to gauge her mood. He knew she wasn't as docile as she seemed in that moment. There was a fire in her that lay just beneath that sweet façade. He'd seen it on occasion, so he knew it was there, lying dormant. He briefly wondered what it would take to bring it out.

Without another word, Alessandra got up and headed into the adjoining bathroom. Roman watched her naked silhouette as she disappeared behind the door, closing it with a soft click. Her clothes were still on the floor where he’d thrown them before they started fucking, and she hadn’t bothered to pick them up. Such a stark contrast to their first night together when she’d tried to hide her body from him in whatever capacity she could. Back then, he hadn’t even removed her nightgown, knowing it would serve to make her somewhat more comfortable as he took what was rightfully his. And now, only days later, she was so at ease in his presence that she hadn’t thought to cover up before leaving the bed.

She was dangerous, he thought as the powerful pull of sleep caressed the inside of his eyelids, luring him under. Maybe more dangerous than he could havepredicted. Before meeting her, he had expected a brat. A spoiled princess he would enjoy fucking and not much more.

But the longer he spent in her presence, the more Roman was starting to realize that his initial estimations may have been wrong. She was not only so beautiful a weaker man could lose his head over her, but he sensed that she had a personality to match that alluring exterior. She was a pretty little doll inside and out, and that came with its own array of problems.

Roman couldn’t afford to be distracted by a nice-looking package. Not even one as tempting as his bewitching wife.

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