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He chuckled, his fingers hovering over my pussy. “No, Chiara, I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” He grasped my chin and made me stare up at him. “And if you want it, all you have to do is tell me.”

The wetness pooled between my legs, and I gulped. All I wanted to do was scream at him to leave because I shouldn’t be feeling this way about the one man who had made my life hell.

“You think I want you?” I asked, my voice tenser than I wanted it to be. From the moment the words left my mouth, he knew I wanted this more than anything—that I needed this more than anything. “Out of any man I could have, why would I choose you?”

“Because you’re desperate for a man to please you,” he said, fingers millimeters from my pussy. He slid his hand down to my throat and squeezed lightly. “Because after all the shit you’ve been through, you want to feel good for once in your entire life.” His eyes were sultry, and he shamelessly took in my breasts in my wet bra. “All you have to do is say it, and I will give it to you.”

My nipples were hard against my bra, and my pussy was pulsing.

I placed a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his hardness. “Do I want it, or do you?”

He tensed, his jaw clenching. “Is that an invitation, Chiara?”

I swallowed hard and moved my hand over the front of his pants, my pussy clenching at how hard he was already. Alessandro growled low, placed his knee on the couch between my legs, and thrust his fingers into my pants.

“Be a good girl,” he murmured down at me, his hand tightening around my throat.

He pressed his fingers against my pussy. I moaned almost instantly, needing this so bad.

He trailed the tips of his fingers down my panties and smirked. “Have you been this wet for me all night?”

I shook my head, but … I was lying. And he knew it too. He began rubbing circles.

“I think you have. Thinking about me taking you,” he said, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip roughly. “Letting Tommy be a thing of the past. It excites you.”

Heat pooled between my legs. As much as I hated to admit it, it did excite me. I placed my hand firmly on his thigh and trailed it over to his cock, stroking him through his pants. All I could imagine was him inside of me, taking me any way he wanted me.

He slapped my pussy, causing me to jump, then plunged his fingers inside of me this time. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he said in that thick accent.

I swallowed hard, my core tightening.

His palm brushed against my clit, and I closed my eyes, letting the heat build in my core. I moved my hips ever so slowly against his fingers.

“Faster,” he demanded.

I moved my hips back and forth, the pressure rising in my core. The mere friction of his palm against my clit was driving me wild. I stroked him faster, feeling his cock harden underneath my hand, and moaned. He tightened his hand around my throat, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. My pussy tightened around his fingers, so close to coming. I tried to stand on my one good leg, the pressure in my core almost too much.

“Stay on my fingers,” he said, holding me down so I couldn’t move. “Come all over them.”

I let out a small moan, my body seizing as I came closer to the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever had. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he cursed. Yet he didn’t move. Instead, he moved his fingers faster inside of me, curling them around my G-spot. I stroked him faster and screamed out. My legs trembled uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure rolled out of me.

After a few moments, he pulled away from me, his cock hard through his pants, and stormed into the other room, phone to his ear, speaking Italian. I lay back on the couch, my lips parted, my heart racing, my pussy pulsing with nothing but pleasure.

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“Pick up the damn call,” I said into my phone, waiting for Alice to answer.

I had gotten a whopping two hours of sleep last night, lying on this damn couch, my mind racing with everything that had happened last night. And I wasn’t thinking about getting shot or that William might’ve been compromised.

All I could think about was Alessandro and how he had touched me, his fingers in places that I hadn’t let many people touch me before. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t a prude. I just hadn’t found much time since I’d found out Tommy was a big fat cheater.

The phone rang again, and I growled. Where was she?

After the fifth ring, she picked up the phone, her voice groggy. “Hello?”

“Alice, I need to talk to you now,” I said, glancing into the hallway to make sure Alessandro’s door was still closed. “There is something very important that happened last night.”

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