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I slowly pulled back and slid back into her, as I angled to hit her G-spot. Her inner muscles fluttered and clutched at my cock. It took all my self-control to stop myself from rutting her like a beast. I pulled out and pushed inside her again, her moans encouraging, letting me know pleasure replaced her pain.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so good,” I grunted.
I continued fucking her with long, sure strokes. Her inner muscles clutched at my cock, as she dug her nails into my shoulders, holding on to me. And the whole time, I watched the bliss on her face. Her green eyes watching me. Her parted mouth tempted me.
I thrust hard and fast, her moans turned into screams, and her pussy clamped down on my cock in a stronghold.
“Fuck!” One more thrust and I was lost. I spilled inside the sweetest pussy I had ever owned.
Our eyes locked and her gaze shimmered like stars in the sky.
“That was perfect,” she murmured softly, brushing her lips over mine.
I hadn’t realized until this very moment. I have been starving for her. For this. For us.
Although deep down, I knew it. It was the reason I went to see her grandparents four years ago. To ensure nobody else got to taste her again.
Autumn was the only woman who could break me.
On more than one account.
It took me three minutes for the realization to sink in.
We didn’t use a condom.
Chapter9
Alessio
FOUR YEARS AGO
Idropped a cube of sugar into my expresso, then glanced at my Patek Philippe watch.
Any minute now.
The moment I landed in Philadelphia, I expected my half-brother’s cousin - fucking complicated - to show up. Priest DiLustro ran this city. His older brother, Dante, ran Chicago and then there was the biggest asshole of them all, Basilio DiLustro who ran New York.
All three of them were fucking pricks if you asked me. Of course, they had a much longer life ahead of them than Cassio and my gang. It didn’t help that most of us had asshole fathers so we felt well beyond our age.
But that was neither here nor there.
What mattered the most was that I found my future wife. Autumn Corbin in her plain cotton bra and thong, and her beautiful soft lips berating me and kicking me out of her bedroom, were a dream come true.
I knew Branka made friends with the granddaughter of the man who ran the Corsican mafia. I hadn’t been interested in my sister’s best friend until the moment I laid eyes on her. The moment I had, all bets were off.
She was the one I wanted. So I started plotting. I was aware of the agreement between Autumn’s parents and grandparents. Autumn was to rule the Corsican mafia or marry someone who would do it on her behalf. So after her eighteenth birthday, her grandparents had the right to pull her into the underworld. That birthday happened three days ago.
I set my plan into motion. And the head of Blanchet was more than happy to hear my proposal. It helped that they had violated one Russo agreement in the past. Autumn’s mother was supposed to be my father’s wife. How fucking ironic that I’d be the one to collect that debt now?
Karma was indeed a bitch.
I took a sip of my espresso, the image of Autumn still playing through my mind. Branka mentioned her best friend many times over the course of the last four years. I never paid much attention, although I regretted it now.
Boyfriends. Parties. She was popular. Loved to sing.
I needed more information.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Priest’s voice interrupted my enjoyment of superb coffee. Like I said, a goddamn prick.
