Page 247 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

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

I let out a small moan, my body seizing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled out of me. When I came down from my orgasm, he turned me around, wrapped his arms under my legs, lifted me up into the air, and walked with me toward the floor-length windows in his living room. I could see all of the city from here, all of the cars below, all of the lights on in the other buildings downtown.

“My turn,” he said into my ear.

He started to pump into me, holding me into the air and using my body for his pleasure. My breasts bounced slightly. I loved the feel of his cock inside of me. I couldn’t wait for it any longer. I started begging. Begging for him to fill me up. Begging for him to come inside of me. Begging for him to fuck me all night long.

“Please, Alessandro,” I mumbled. “Fuck me harder. God, I need it.”

He tossed me onto the couch, crawled up after me, and slid himself between my legs again. He moved his hips quickly, so skillfully, hitting my G-spot every time, and kissed me.

My breasts bounced against his chest, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “More,” I whimpered into his chest. “Give me more.”

He groaned against my lips, his hand sliding to my throat, and stilled, giving me everything I’d ever wanted.

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My fingers brushed against his shoulder, the moonlight flooding in through the windows and hitting his sculpted back. I dragged my nails against the muscles and sighed into his shoulder. He stared at me and brushed a strand of hair from my face.

“So …” I said quietly.

Something about being in his bedroom with him, about seeing him calm and collected rather than that guarded man I’d seen these past few weeks … it made me feel … warm.

Before I could say anything else, he cleared his throat. “We’re not together.”

I pressed my red-stained lips together and glanced down between us. “I didn’t want to date you anyway,” I said.

I didn’t like Alessandro. Not at all. He was just attractive. That was all. Someone to fuck when I needed to relieve some stress. Definitely NOT boyfriend material. And plus, even if he were, I couldn’t get into a relationship now.

After a few moments, he got out of bed and retrieved his phone from the kitchen. I grabbed one of his oversized T-shirts from the edge of the bed, pulled it on, and closed my eyes, resting my head against the headboard. My chest tightened, and I didn’t know why.

There was definitely nothing between us.

There couldn’t be.

Not in this business.

Not when I had my dickhead ex-boyfriend to take care of.

Alessandro appeared at the door with his phone to his ear. “Hello?” he asked.

Someone yelled on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like Dad. It was so damn loud that I could hear him all the way from the bed.

He pulled the phone away from his ear, put it on speaker, and started to go through his closet.

Dad’s voice came through. “… business in New Jersey, at the location I sent to your phone.”

“When?” Alessandro asked, refusing to meet my gaze.

He shifted through some ties, and I sucked in a deep breath, watching his back muscles flex. This feeling was nothing but physical.

“Tomorrow. Four in the morning.” Dad grumbled something inaudible. “Is Chiara there with you?”

Alessandro glanced at me, and my heart raced. “No.”

“Good. Don’t tell her. She’s too uptight about shit like this.”

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