Page 50 of The Mafia's Bride
The bedroom door opens, a spare light from the hallway backlighting his form. It’s unfair how gorgeous he is. His hair is disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it, the suit jacket held in a tight fist. The buttons around his neck are undone, showing a peak of ink at the base
His mark. The De Luca family always marks their people. Whether you’re born into this family, married into it, or pledge your life, you’re marked. You can never escape.
I’m sensing a common theme.
His eyes slowly rake over me and my skin ignites, burning as if he’s shoved me face first into a fire. The door snaps shut, and we’re enclosed in the black shadows of night.
“Did you shower, Sloane?” His voice is barely a rumble. My pulse spikes and my core turns molten lava with need.
“No.” I open my legs wider, begging for his attention.
I want his attention, his passion. It’s something I’ve been missing from my life, searching for it with booze and drugs, in random parties. It just took a dangerous man to give it to me.
Doesn’t mean I won’t go without a fight. Alessio wants my fight, my defiance, so I plan on giving it to him tenfold.
My fingers ghost over my pussy, one finger swirling into the wetness pooling there. I know I’ve made a mark, body primed from his assault.
Hungry eyes watch me, as I tease my clit, body arching, seeking more.
Before, this wouldn’t have worked to get me off. But with Lex watching me, his labored breathing the only noise beside my ministrations, my body tightens. An orgasm builds at my spine and my pussy clenches.
I’m so damn close already that unimaginable relief builds in my chest.Finally.I’m so close?—
Rough hands grab my fingers, pulling them away with a harsh tug.
I shriek, my body locking up into confusion and pain.
“Alessio!” I shout, trying to wrestle my hands away, him sitting beside me. He’s solid, not relenting.
Tears prick my eyes, a denied orgasm almost bringing me to sob.
“No, little menace, you don’t get to come until I tell you to.” He slams my wrist onto the bed, leaning over me. He inhales, his face between my breasts.
A tongue darts across one nipple, my body reacting like I’ve been slapped. Everything goes tight, white hot as my back arches. My fingers claw into the sheets under me, to keep from pulling him closer. His mouth moves to the other side, damp breath blowing hot air, pebbling my nipples.
He doesn’t touch me further.
“Do you know there’s no greater smell than my cum mixed with your perfume?” I can hear the smile in his words, face shadowed. “I completely own you, Sloane. The idea you’ve been in my cum all day, that I’ve marked you and you listened?Mio Dio.I can’t wait to reward you for following my orders.”
My body shakes, vibrating with need, the praise in his voice undoing a new level inside my mind.
I need him, I need him as surely as I need air. The anticipation, the rush as his nearness, it’s deeper than simple lust. There’s chemistry and intimacy, but this ismore.
He lowers himself, lips trailing over my flesh. Wet kisses follow across my belly. His teeth nip and bite across my hip, tongue lapping the divots there. Every kiss, lick of a tongue follows a path to where I need him most.
He releases my wrists, pinning my legs down so I’m completely open to him.
I can’t think past seeing him between my legs. Not at how this shouldn’t be happening, how I should be looking for a way to end this marriage. How I should be reaching for a cord to end his life. No, the only thing I can think about is how good he looks there. How right he fits.
He swallows, the muscle in his jaw bouncing. The reverence in his gaze sends a rush of hot arousal through me.
“I’m going to devour you, little menace, until you’re a weeping mess. Until all you know, all you can feel is me.” He leans forward, inhaling at the juncture between my legs like he’s scenting me. “God damn, Sloane. Fucking hell.”
His tongue darts out and it’s nowhere near tentative or shy but demanding. Like Lex, he knows what he wants and will get it. It swipes across my seam, taking as much of my taste as he can get in one, long lick, so much so that if he stops, he’ll miss something. Those gloves hands dig into my hips, holding me down, afraid I might flee.
He groans. “Fuck. You taste so fucking good. So much better than from my finger.” His words cause a jolt of pleasure and relief to run through my body. “I’m going to have you screaming my name until you can’t remember your own. You’re mine, Sloane. I’ll brand it on to your fucking soul if I have to make you understand.”
Lifting on to my elbows, I glare halfheartedly at him even though I really want to wrap my legs around his head and pull him back toward my center.
