Taken (Dark Desires 1)

“Hey, Beth! Someone’s at the door for you,” Heather yelled.

I blushed hotly and clambered out of the tub, hastily drying myself and reaching for my robe. I’d been masturbating in the tub for so long that the water had turned cold. Hell, I hadn’t even heard Heather come home!

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I pushed past Heather and into the hallway. The buzzer to our front door was ringing persistently and I tripped over my feet as I pressed the button.

“Hello?”

“Beth? Come downstairs.” Alessio’s voice was stern and low. Just listening to the way he said my name sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. My pussy was still soaking wet from playing with myself in the tub, and my clit was rock hard with arousal.

I swallowed. “Okay,” I mumbled into the intercom. “I’ll be right there.”

When I got downstairs, Alessio was standing there. He’d changed his suit from earlier, and he was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes completely from my vision.

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“If I agree to change,” Alessio said heavily. “You can’t testify against me. How about that?”

“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I understand.”

“If I agree to change,” Alessio repeated. “If I become a good man – not a criminal – you can’t testify. Deal?”

“What?” I shook my head slowly. Strands of wet hair lashed against my neck and I blushed again, embarrassed at how unkempt I looked.

“I can change,” Alessio said hotly.

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push past the arousal and lust I felt creeping through my body.

“It doesn’t matter if you change in the future,” I snapped. “You already killed someone,” I added in a low hiss. “You think that just because you change into a better person, that’s going to bring Michael back?”

Alessio grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the door. Before I could move, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and caressed my teeth and lips. My knees turned to jelly and threatened to give way as Alessio kissed me passionately. He shoved one of his muscular thighs between my legs, pressing it against my hot and swollen crotch through the thin fabric of my robe. All I could do was moan into his mouth as Alessio’s muscular body pressed against mine.

When Alessio broke the kiss, he didn’t pull away. He rested his forehead against mine, panting hard.

“If I change,” Alessio growled. “You can’t testify against me. You have to swear it, Beth.”

He kissed me again, this time biting and sucking on my lower lip until I threw my arms around his neck and howled with pleasure.

“Say it,” Alessio growled. “Tell me you won’t testify if I can prove that I’ve changed.”

“Okay,” I said weakly. The word came out before I could even think about it.

Alessio grinned. “I thought you’d say that,” he said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, dizzying me with his cologne.

Fuck.

What I had just agreed to?

Alessio

Silvio thought I was losing my mind when I told him what I’d worked out with Beth.

“Are you fucking nuts?” Silvio threw his hands up in the air and groaned. “You’re fucking losing your goddamned mind, Alessio! You think your father would have pulled a stunt like this?”

I leaned back in my desk chair and plucked a cigar from the small humidor I kept handy.

“I’m not my father,” I said. I raised my eyebrows. “I thought you woulda figured that out by now, Sil.”

Silvio narrowed his eyes and glared. “It doesn’t fucking matter what I know,” he snarled. “You think this is funny, Alessio? You think this is some kind of prank? Some kind of game?”