Page 80 of Sins and Secrets

Papa sighs. “Billie, you don’t understand.”

“No, Papa. You don’t understand. That’s fine, though. I still love you and I’m going to continue to live my life the way I want. You didn’t want to leave with me the other dozen times I asked. Now, I’ve found someone and something worth staying for.”

I have nothing else to say to him, especially when I see the hard set of his jaw and the way he won’t meet my eyes. He might need more time to come around to the new person in our lives, but I’m not going to let it hold me back.

I’m falling for Alessio, and I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not. I keep telling myself that I’m going to leave, even though that stopped being an option when I saw a different side of him.

After taking a moment to myself in the hallway, I head into the kitchen. Alessio is sitting down and eating dinner while Christian paces around outside, his phone pressed to his ear. Alessio looks up as I approach, hesitation in his gaze.

“How did that go?” Alessio asks, his voice soft. “I’m sorry to force you into dealing with that. I thought that if I talked to him first and tried to explain my side of the situation that he would be pissed with me and not you.”

I shrug and wrap my arms around him. The hug is new territory for us, but right now I just need to be held. I need to have something holding me to the earth while my mind starts to spiral.

He sets his plate to the side before turning to face me and looping his arms around my waist. He pulls me close, kissing my temple.

“This is weird,” I say as I pull away slightly to look at him.

“It is.” He smiles and kisses my temple again. “If I’m being honest, I like it. I can’t remember the last time that somebody hugged me.”

“Do you really want to change the mafia?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. “You meant what you said about wanting to change the way things work, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Alessio cups my face in his hands. His thumb drifts across my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn’t know was there. “I mean it. I want to change the way the mafia operates. I want to make the Marchetti mafia a place where people feel safe. Where they know that there is a famiglia who is there for them. Why?”

“I just want to make sure that I make the right choice.”

I stand on my toes and kiss him, my tongue tangling with his. He groans and presses me against the counter, his cock pressing against my lower stomach. His hands slip into my hair, holding me in place as his tongue explores my mouth.

Heat pools in my core and I feel wetness between my thighs as Alessio pulls away from me. The smile he gives me is enough to send my heart soaring.

There is no way that I’m ever going to leave this.

I’m falling for him and falling hard. I know it, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want to tell him yet. Not while the contract is in place. I want something real with him.

“What do you say we go to your bedroom before my father finds you bending me over the counter?” I ask, looping my arms over his shoulders and playing with the ends of his hair.

Alessio grins and stoops to toss me over his shoulder. I laugh as he hurries to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

He sets me down and pins me against the wall, his knee between my legs. His hands slide beneath my shirt, cupping my breasts through the lace bra while he kisses me. I moan, grinding my core against his thigh while we kiss.

As he kisses his way down my neck, I tilt my head and arch my back trying to give him better access. Alessio grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, tossing it to the side before continuing his path down my neck and to my breasts.

He grazes my nipple through the thin lace of my bra, sending shivers down my spine. I work my way down the buttons of his shirt, needing him naked and inside me now.

“Someone isn’t feeling very patient today,” he says, his tone husky and teasing as he steps back from me and sheds the rest of his clothing.

“Why should I be patient when what I want is right in front of me?” I ask, taking off my clothes before dropping to my knees in front of him.

I grip the base of his cock while I lick the head, swirling my tongue around it. He groans, his fingers sinking into my hair. I slip one hand between my legs, toying with my clit while I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck yes, swallow my cock.”

I circle my clit with a finger while working my mouth and hand in time on his cock. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper. As I graze my teeth along the sensitive flesh, I moan. He rocks his hips, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. My orgasm starts to build as I suck him harder, his cock pulsing in my mouth.

“Fucking hell, Billie. I’m going to come if you keep doing that. Fuck your fingers like a good girl and stop trying to make me come fast.”

I move my fingers faster, still teasing him with my tongue as my orgasm rocks through me. His hips rock faster, shoving his cock harder into my mouth until he pulls out completely. He uses his grip on my hair to guide me to my feet before nodding to the bed.

“Bend over the bed and put your ass in the air.”

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