Page 35 of Wicked Games of Desire

Our gazes lock, his eyes dark as night. “Harley, every other person in my life does as I say. Why do you have to be so difficult?” His voice is strained as he runs a hand across his stubble.

“Because, unlike all your soldiers, I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. You might be the boss around here, but you’re not in charge of me. And if you can’t get that through your head, we have a big problem.” I smirk at him, knowing I’m getting under his skin and enjoying every damn second of it.

His eyes fixate on me, his fury simmering beneath the surface. He tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck.

I shake my head. Is that supposed to scare me? I don’t stick around to find out. He can simmer in that shitshow alone. After this morning’s activities, I’m famished. Before I give him my answer, I want to get ready and have breakfast. I come across a pair of panties, letting my towel slip from my hands, so I can pull them on, followed by the shorts. When I’m done, I shove past him. But as I do, he suddenly grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder, knocking the air from my lungs and marching from my room with me.

“Alessandro, put me down.” I fight against his tight grip, but it doesn’t deter him. He keeps striding down the hallway until we make it to a closed door. He throws it open forcefully and storms inside, flinging me onto a massive four-poster bed. I gaze up at him, my heart pounding frantically in my chest, filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

His dark eyes are scary as fuck, and for a second, I think I might have just pushed him too far. “You’re right, you’re my queen, Harley, and all I want to do is adore you. I have a lot to learn to be your husband, but if you let me, I will do everything I can to make you happy and give you all you deserve.”

My heart is pounding uncontrollably as I look at him in complete disbelief. Did Alessandro Moretti just make a declaration to me? What kind of upside-down world did I wake up in this morning? Before I can say as much, he climbs over me, his mouth covering mine in a brutal kiss.

Without thinking, my hands instinctively find their way into his hair, and he pulls me toward him as we tumble off the bed and onto the soft carpet below. In the blink of an eye, he is on top of me. His hands running over my body as we continue to make out, his enormous frame caging me in, making me believe every damn word he just uttered.

I help him out unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it over his arms. My hands glide over his chest, but I stop when I feel fresh scars over taut skin. He moves my hands away like he doesn’t want me to touch them, but I can’t help but wonder what I was feeling. What happened to him in the last couple of years?

He fumbles with his belt, then slides his pants down his legs. His massive cock pressing into me. He shoves my tank over my head and sucks on my nipples roughly, and I know he can see the marks Ricky left on me not half an hour ago. But it doesn’t stop him. He does exactly what he said and worships every inch of me, showering me in kisses that have my body writhing under him, desperate for him to give me what I know only he can.

He takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with my pussy, slipping it through my juices, teasing us both. “You’re so fucking wet, princess. It was nice of the boys to warm you up for me.”

My eyes go wide, and a strange tingle runs through me. Have they shared a woman before? Because the way he says it makes it all sound so normal.

“I could smell you on them, drove me fucking wild. Why do you think I came looking for you? I couldn’t stay away.”

“Fuck,” is all I can say as I melt into a puddle on the carpeted floor below.

In one move, he pushes inside of me, impaling me with his massive cock. “Alex,” I whisper his name. He’s bare, and this is dangerous. But the way he looks down at me with so much adoration, I don’t tell him to stop. I want this. We have been playing this back-and-forth game since I got here, and now, like the hussy I am, I’m desperate for him.

He lifts my legs higher, slamming all the way home, not holding back. Over and over, he knocks the air from my lungs, and I moan incoherent sounds that vibrate off the bedroom walls.

Then he moves, rolling me on top of him so I’m straddling him, legs spread out wide. I rock over his cock; his hands grip my hips, moving me more frantically. He looks like he’s about to lose control—but so am I. This is hot. So fucking messed up because most of me hates him for the situation he placed me in, but I still want him like crazy, and I’m not sure what kind of fucked up in the head that makes me, because right now, I don’t care. Tingles run through me, prickling over my skin. His hand comes to my pussy, running a finger over my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure thumping through me. I’m close, so very close.

His dark eyes lock with mine. “Does this mean your answer is yes?”

I blink back athim. Oh fuck. I can’t think right now. “That’s not fair.”

His hand moves away, gripping my thigh while he waits. “I need your answer now, princess.”

I stop moving, staring him down. Heat radiates off my body. My head spins. He watches me, and I can see by the look in his eyes, he’s not messing around.

“Say yes,” he demands.

I blink back at him, willing my heart to settle and the throbbing of my pussy to stop. “You don’t play fair, Alex.”

“I never said I would.” His lips turn up at the side. This is fun for him, taunting me so he gets what he wants. I should have stayed the fuck away from him. Should have known better.

I try to escape him, but his fingers dig into my skin, stopping me from moving. I maintain an intense, angry stare at him.

He wants to play dirty.

Fuck him. I can play. “I have conditions,” I snap back in my bitchy tone.

He slaps my ass, surprising me. The handprint stings but sends a fresh wave of moisture directly to my pussy. “You’re pushing your luck, princess.”

“Does it look like I care? You want me to agree to this, then you hear me out.”

“What are your conditions?” He emits a low growl, and I lock eyes with him, matching his fierce demeanor.

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