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

“Do you forgive me?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Smiling, I combed my fingers through his hair, gently grazing my nails on the back of his neck, just the way he loved it. “I do. I had already forgiven you before you even dragged me here. Actually, I was coming up to talk to you but you beat me to it.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes roaming over my face and then staring into mine deeply, looking for confirmation.

“Yes, Alessio,” I nodded. “I forgive you.”

And then his lips crashed to mine again. Giving me a hard, bruising kiss, he left me breathless. When he pulled away, I groaned a little. I could feel his hard on between my parted thighs.

I was turned on. I needed him. I forgave him.

“I forgive you, but I’m still a little mad that you touched Sasha,” I mumbled as his lips started to descend toward mine again.

Alessio froze, his lips mere inches from mine. “I know,” he mumbled back.

And then there it was. That smirk I loved so much. The corner of his lips tilted up just a little, and I had to suppress my moan.

Before I could say anything else, he rolled us over quickly, eliciting a shocked gasp from me. Alessio laid on his back, his head on his pillow as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips.

Alessio gifted me with his perfect smirk before slightly pushing upward and rolling his hips against mine. This time a moan escaped past my lips unashamedly when his hard cock pressed into me.

“I know,” he said again.

And then another roll of his hips.

He teased me, his rigid length rubbing deliciously against my covered crotch. Even through his slacks and my panties, I felt him. Hard, warm and ready.

“You can give me any punishment you want,” Alessio replied gruffly. I stared down at him through hazy eyes, and he sent me a wink, raising an eyebrow in suggestion.

Alessio slowly moved the hem of my dress upward, his fingers moving over my bare thighs. He drove me crazy with his teasing touch. When I finally got what he meant, I let out a small laugh.

He was impossible. Insatiable.

I hummed, giving my hips a tentative roll. Alessio groaned, slightly bucking upward. My hands went between us, and I cupped him through his slacks.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I gave him a small squeeze, teasing him in return. I almost let out another moan at the feel of him, the hardness of him, pressing into my palm. I rubbed him over his pants, my hazy eyes on his lustful ones.

“Any punishment? Anything I want?” I asked, continuing my slow teasing touch.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Anything.”

Leaning forward until my face was inches above his, our lips almost touching, I whispered, my voice coming out huskily. “Anything?”

“Anything, kitten,” he readily agreed, rolling his hips upward again, pressing into my palm.

Smiling, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then leaned back. Letting go of his cock, I raised an eyebrow of my own.

“Fine. You can’t touch me for three days.”

Alessio’s eyes widened as he froze, his mouth falling open in shock. “What?” he sputtered. Before he could stop me, I rolled off him and quickly got out of the bed.

He sat up, still staring at me in complete bafflement. “You heard me. You can’t touch me for three days.”

“No,” Alessio snapped. “We are not doing this. One fucking week of being away from you, not touching you. And now another three days? No. Fucking. Way.”

“Yes,” I replied back calmly. “That’s your punishment.”

Rubbing a hand over his face in frustration, he growled. “I had another type of punishment in mind.”

Oh yeah, he definitely did. I wouldn’t have minded either, but this time, it was my turn to tease him. I was going to enjoy it.

Alessio stared blankly at me for a few seconds before he smirked, his eyes turning dark with lust again. “Kitten,” he said huskily.

Oh no. No. I knew what he was doing.

I took a step away from the bed as he got off, stalking toward me. “No, Alessio.”

“I know you want me,” he continued, his hand going down to cup himself. He was still hard.

I was in trouble. I couldn’t deny him, especially when he was like this.

Placing a hand out, I tried to glare, although I could already feel myself growing wet. Ah! Get yourself together, Ayla.

“No. Stay,” I ordered.

He paused, cocking his head to the side. “I’m not a dog, Ayla.”

“Your sexy voice and sinfully delicious, beautiful body is not going to work on me this time,” I muttered. I meant it to be low, but he heard the words.

Wanting to smack myself, I only glared at Alessio when he chuckled low. “Hmm…so you like my sinfully delicious, beautiful body?”

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms. “Stop it.”