“Are you alright? What’s happened? Where is everyone?” My rapid-fire questions are enough to calm me down enough to realize she isn’t in any danger. I move my hand away from my gun; I don’t want to scare her.
“Out for the day. Mom is in the city with Brynn, and Dad had a big meeting out in Jersey. H,e brought the guys in case something went down.
“And you are the one who texted me?”
“ I did.”
“You are the one who texted: come quick, need you. Emergency?” I ask, pulling my phone from my pocket and reading the text that came from this week’s burner phone.
“Yes.”
“What’s the disaster?” I ask, trying to look anywhere but at her perky tits and failing miserably. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. How could I not be with the way she’s tempting me? Her curvy body was made for sin.
“I’ve lost something.”
“What did you lose?” At this point, I am surprised that I haven’t started drooling.
“My mind,” she says, giving me a shy little smile and a sexy shrug of her shoulders.
“Yeah? How so?”
“I thought standing naked in front of you would finally get you to notice me but I see now that it was all in vain. You don’t want me. You’ve barely looked at me since you walked in here with that climbable body,” she says. The sadness in her voice makes even a ruthless man like me want to fall to my knees in front of her and worship her until she is deliriously happy. Fuck it. Fuck the consequences. There is only so much a man can take before nothing else matters. When the one thing you want more than your next breath has literally laid herself for you, you take what she offers. You give her everything in return. Since the beginning of time, men have fought wars over their women. I’d burn the world down around us for the chance to be the one to make her come, to make her happy, to breed her. The world would burn, and we’d burn too.
“Cazzo.” Swearing in exasperation, I want to shake her. How could she not know? I was sure everyone could tell. My eyes never leave her. She walks into a room, and I forget to breathe. I kept my distance because she was so young, so untouchable, but now I’m claiming my reward for my patience, for my faithfulness. For honoring my vow to God that the only woman I’d bed would be my wife.
“You think I don’t want you, mia bella,” I ask, stalking toward her like she is my prey. Fanculo a tutto, fuck it all. She’s been my prey since the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew it then, though I wouldn’t have dared touch her; she wasn’t ready for me then. Though the flush of her skin and the way her breathing has picked up from shallow and slow to rough and ragged tells me, she is now. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t take a step backward, as most people do if and when I approach them. She stands, her tiny hands clutched into fists at her sides.
“You wanted me?” she whispers.
“More than anything, mia bella. More than anything.”
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and draw her closer to me. Kissing her, I take the time to savor her, to taste her sweet mouth.
“Alonzo,” she murmurs when I let her up for air.
“Sei tutta la mia vita, Bella” I rasp into her ear. She gasps. She’ll never again doubt that she is my heart and soul.
“Oh Dio, provo la stessa cosa,” she whispers, letting me know that she feels the same way.
Claiming her will be nothing short of an honor, and when I do, we’ll be together forever.
CHAPTER 2
BELLA VITALI
Growing up, my family lived by the motto that secrets get you killed. I did too. I knew my family had a large and successful criminal empire. A criminal empire with morals, but criminal nonetheless. Naivety is a surefire way to get killed, and my father and uncle prevented that by being honest with us. The secret I’ve harbored for two years was killing me. Loving Alonzo was easy. I can see through his dark, brooding moods. I know that he is a good man who does terrible things out of loyalty.
Is this really, finally happening? I almost can't tell if I'm dreaming or not. Except his hard cock is digging into my belly. His hard, huge cock. Unclenching my fists, I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips meet again. Instead of the chaste and perfect first kiss we just shared, this one is different. Harder, passionate, more feral. More everything, really. He growls, and the sound vibrates through me. Suddenly, I am in the air on the kitchen counter. I can't bring myself to care that this counter also doubles the breakfast table for my family. Shivering, he kisses down my neck to my chest. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I see stars. The pull in my belly is instantaneous. He moves to the other nipple and gives this one a little, teasing bite. Slowly, he alternately kisses, licks, sucks, and bites down my torso. Kneeling, he parts my thighs and stares at my pussy.