The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

I tried to squeeze my legs together when I felt a tingle between them from his words, mixed with the roughness in his voice. But Alessio’s hips settled in between them, stopping my movement.

Through hazy and lustful eyes, Alessio stared at me. “Tell me if it gets too much, because I am about to push your limits.” His voice held a warning, but also desperation, almost as if he couldn’t hold himself in check any longer.

I could only nod, my body hyper-aware of his every movement. As soon as he saw my nod, I didn’t have a chance to blink or think before he pulled away abruptly. Then I heard a rip sound, echoing loud in the silent room.

My eyes widened, and I looked down at myself to see the top of my dress ripped. And then Alessio was on me again, not giving me a chance to react. His lips slammed into mine, kissing me possessively. My mind and body spun out of control from his bruising kiss.

It was clear his control had snapped.

Instead of being scared, all I felt was pleasure. I surrendered myself to him, trusting him to give me the pleasure I needed—we both needed.

His lips never left mine, even as he shifted slightly to pull my dress down. I struggled to help him, both of us refusing to break the kiss. When my dress was finally down to my waist, his hands came back up, and he pulled my bra cups down.

I moaned into his lips when his fingers found my nipples. They strained into perfect buds toward him, begging for his touch and attention. His tongue slid into my mouth, and the kiss deepened, his mouth devouring mine, tasting and nipping at my lips.

His fingers stroked over my nipples, and I trembled in his embrace, pushing into his touch, wanting more. And he gave me more.

His lips left mine, but they didn’t leave my skin. Alessio trailed kisses down my neck until he reached my nipples. I was already wet and dripping between my legs. I ached, wanting to be filled. Alessio swirled his tongue over the tip, my back arching for more. “Uhh…”

“You like that?” he teased.

I didn’t answer. But he gave me what I wanted. He licked, sucked, and played with my nipples, leaving me both hot and cold at the same time. My skin tingled, yet I felt strangely empty.

My fingers wrapped into his hair, pushing him into me, begging him for more without words. His lips left my skin, and I moaned in regret. “No.”

Alessio pulled back and gave me a heated look. “Are you begging, kitten?”

I glared up at him, and he chuckled. “No? Okay, don’t worry. You’ll be begging soon.”

His body left mine. Alessio quickly removed his clothes in haste. He tugged at his tie almost angrily and then threw it on the floor with his suit jacket and discarded shirt.

“Are you taking the birth-control pills Maddie gave you?” he asked. I could only nod, giving him the answer he wanted. His pants and boxers were next.

And then he was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His hardness bumped upward toward his stomach, and I moaned at the sight.

Another chuckle came from him, and he wrapped his fingers along his hard length. “Remove your dress,” he ordered gruffly as he rubbed himself.

I stared at his hand, biting on my lips in anticipation. “Ayla,” he growled. I sat up at his tone and quickly removed my shredded dress and threw it on the floor, next to Alessio’s discarded clothes.

My body tightened as the cold air kissed my bare skin. I removed my bra, my eyes still on Alessio’s thick, hard, and long inches.

“Remove everything. I want you naked to my eyes,” he demanded. Swallowing hard and suddenly nervous, I slowly pulled my lacy panties down my legs and threw them on the floor.

I knelt, staring at Alessio, waiting for his next command. His eyes flared, and he bit his lips, giving me another sexy smirk.

“Your body is made to be worshiped.”

I wanted to be worshiped by him. The look in his eyes, I wanted it only for myself. And in return, I wanted to give him everything he needed or wanted. I wanted to be his, wholeheartedly.

“Spread your legs,” Alessio said.

I did, almost instantly. His eyes stayed glued between my legs, and he let out a string of curses. Before I could blink, he was on me again. Alessio flipped me over until I was on my knees and hands, my back to him.

I gasped in surprise but didn’t complain. His body molded over mine, and with his knees, he spread my thighs wider to accommodate him.

I couldn’t see him this way. I was forced to focus on my hearing and his every touch. With my cheek pressed against the pillow, I waited with anticipation. I thought he would take me quickly, but instead, his cock laid between my legs, not pushing forward.