Page 72 of Diavolo

Despite his grumbly, pouty demeanor, Elyse couldn't help noticing that, for the most part, Alessandro seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. The man had barely stopped smiling since they left the restaurant. As the vehicle rolled onward, Alessandro cupped Elyse's jaw and drew her to him for a kiss. His hands started roaming up and down her bare thighs. He cupped her breasts. One hand eventually slid under the short hem of her mini dress. He pushed aside the lace of her panties to tease her folds.

Elyse moaned softly as he kissed his way down her neck and collarbone. His fingers busied themselves between her thighs. She gasped when his thumb grazed her clit. Alessandro kept his touch featherlight and unhurried, purposely withholding the friction and pressure she so craved. Her eyes narrowed.Two could play this game. She snaked a hand toward his crotchto unzip his trousers. Alessandro was already hard when her fingers wrapped around his cock. Elyse played with him in the same unhurried, featherlight method that he was applying on her. Every time he tried to thrust or grind against her palm, Elyse's hand would dance away until he stilled himself again.

"Fucking tease," he hissed.

"Learn to behave," she growled back.

"I—"

His phone rang.

To Elyse's shock, Alessandro chose to answer it without removing his hand from her. The bastard's thumb was still circling her clit. The fuck? His nerve astounded her. Wickedly, Alessandro continued to mess with her as he took his call. His words trailed off in Italian while his fingers trailed along her outer and inner folds. She gave his dick a few quick pumps. His hips bucked in response, but he kept his voice steady and composed. Alessandro muttered something else in Italian. He rubbed her clit a bit faster and dipped inside her slick warmth. One finger became two. He began to fuck her with purposeful strokes as his call dragged on.

Elyse bit back a moan. Her breaths soon turned into whimpers. To retaliate, she pushed Alessandro's hand away and scrambled off his lap to the other end of the seat. Elyse bent down to lick the tip of his cock, sucking the head and swirling her tongue around several times before releasing him with a wet, wickedpop. Alessandro's entire body stiffened, his breaths hitched every now and then, but, miraculously, he managed to carry on his conversation in relatively unaffected tones while she, in an equally impressive manner, managed to pick out a few telling details from Alessandro's Italian even though she was moments away from coming.

Spedizione. Shipment.

Paolo Castillo.Was this the sameSeñor Castillofrom the charity ball?

Trovalo. Find him.

Before Elyse could even begin to process what any of those details might suggest, Alessandro hung up as quickly as he had answered it. His eyes were dark with need. Without warning, he scooted over and shoved her legs apart with both hands, muttering desperately, "Voglio baciarti qui..."

He yanked down her panties to kiss her mound. "E qui..."

Alessandro nipped her inner thighs, her lower lips, her folds. "E anche qui."

His lips closed around her clit. Elyse moaned happily. He looped his arms around her legs until her thighs rested upon his broad shoulders. Alessandro started eating her out as though she was ripe, honeyed fruit while reaching down to grip his cock in hand, pumping him alongside her own frenzied bliss. They zipped by the Eiffel Tower and theArc de Triomphe. Elyse didn't notice any of it. They were both too lightheaded, breathless, and trembling on the verge of release to care about goddamn landmarks. With a pained expression, Alessandro lifted his head away from her glistening, throbbing pussy and panted frantically, "I am close. Take me in your mouth.Per favore!"

She shuffled around the backseat to swallow him between her lips. As Elyse proceeded to milk his cock of every fucking drop, Alessandro's hand slid between her legs to finish her off with his fingers. They came just moments apart from each other. With his chest still heaving and his face deeply flushed, Alessandro helped Elyse rearrange her dress and panties until she was presentable again. He hauled her back into his arms.

"I will never get enough of you," Alessandro mumbled into her ear. "Never."

Elyse hummed quietly in agreement—she was obsessed with him, too—feeling too satiated and relaxed from her climax toform a proper reply. She dozed peacefully on his shoulder as the car rolled on. In moments like this one, she couldn't remember why it was such a terrible idea to be with a man like Alessandro. Not long after she closed her eyes, however, Elyse awoke to the sound of an incessantring-ring-ringing. Alessandro's phone was chiming again. He picked up. This time, however, the conversation didn't last more than a minute. His entire countenance shifted within those sixty seconds.

Alessandro turned to Elyse with a grim expression. "I must stay in Paris for a few extra days."

Instantly, she felt alarmed. "Why?"

He scowled. "Fucking Marrone is working with Castillo to short me on our next shipment of goods."

She didn't recognize this name. "Who's Marrone?"

"Enzo Marrone. He is a lap dog for theStidda."

"I'll stay with you," Elyse volunteered, "until your business here is concluded."

"No," he replied, "you will go to Sicily a few days early. Malina and Monte can accompany you."

She set her jaw defiantly. "I don't want to go without you."

"It is not safe," he insisted with a sigh. "I will not be able to focus if you are within striking distance of Marrone. Everyone knows about you now. From the charity ball. You will be safer in Palermo. My family will protect you. Your grandfather can protect you as well."

"What if something happens to you? Or one of your men? You'll need my help. As a doctor."

"You are not the only doctor in Paris," he assured her, "I will be fine."

Elyse noted that Alessandro didn't dispute the fact that someone might get shot or the fact that he might get shot again. This wasn't a reassuring realization at all.

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