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Fuck, I wanted it so bad.

I wanted him so bad.

“You’re welcome,” I said sarcastically.

“I want you,” he said suddenly. “Forget what I said the other day about not wanting to be with you, Chiara. I want you.” He walked toward his bedroom with me, his hands gripping my ass, his mouth all over my neck. “And I’m going to have you.”

Resting one hand behind my head, he laid me back on the bed, pressing needy kisses down my neck. I ran my hands over his body, tugging his shirt over his head and kicking off his pants, being careful not to hurt him. He must’ve been so sore from earlier.

He crawled between my parted legs and held them apart, dipping his head to my stomach and kissing below my navel. Lying between my legs, he pulled down my pants, interlocked his fingers with mine, and started to eat me out.

My back arched, and I grasped his fingers tighter. Pleasure pulsed through my body, my legs slowly starting to tremble. I moaned out and felt his face drop even lower to my entrance, his tongue working its magic.

I stared down at Alessandro, my stomach in knots and a strong wave of emotion threatening to come over me. Alessandro wanted me. He really wanted me.

I curled my hand into his hair. “Alessandro, please …”

“Please what?” he asked, glancing up at me, face still buried between my legs.

“Take me,” I whispered.

He kissed back up my body, sucking on my nipple and grasping my tits softly. I clenched when the head of his cock brushed against my aching pussy. He pressed his lips to mine in one lingering kiss, then rested his forehead against mine and pushed himself inside of me slowly.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders, moaning against his lips. He brushed his thumb against my cheekbone and stared down into my eyes so passionately and intimately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me. As soon as our lips collided, he started to pump in and out more quickly. His tongue slipped into my mouth. His lips devoured mine.

When he broke our kiss, he tugged me to his chest. I dug my fingers into his muscles, feeling his heart racing under them.

“Chiara,” he whispered into my ear, snaking an arm under my neck, “I love you.”

My heart almost stopped when he said those words, my pussy clenching around him. Alessandro loved me? The words sounded so small inside my head, yet felt so earth-shattering. I dug my fingers into him and bucked my hips against his.

He pounded deeper inside of me, and my walls clenched around him. The pressure built higher and higher and higher in my core.

“Oh God, Alessandro,” I moaned, arching my back. “I love you too.”

He stuffed his face back into the crook of my neck, pressed his lips below my ear, and sucked on my skin. His body tensed, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with his cum. I cried out, my body trembling against his, my walls pulsing around his cock.

My body tingled in delight, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. Everything was so much more intense than the last time we’d had sex, all my emotions raw. He pulled out of me slowly and lay on the bed next to me.

He rested his forehead against mine. “I love you so fucking much. You’re all I could think about. I thought I’d never see you again. But you’re mine now, and you’ll be mine forever.”

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Sitting in Alessandro’s car after making up with him, I swayed my feet back and forth underneath the dashboard and watched him pull out into the dark, dreary New York street at five-thirty a.m. He pulled to the corner of Albany and South End Avenue and cut the lights. He leaned back in his seat and sighed quietly, fixing his gaze on the foggy edges of the windshield. Rain hammered against the Benz.

A single streetlight flickered above us, illuminating the letters C.A.C. etched into the grip of the 9mm that sat in my lap.

“You know what you have to do,” Alessandro said after a few moments, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

We needed to find a place to stay, but he had his focus on killing Dad as soon as possible.

“A bullet through his head will make us a target for the rest of the family,” I said.

But I already knew we were a target for the rest of the family. They were in hot shit and had to get rid of me as quickly as possible, before word got out about who they were and what they did to innocent kids.

Red and blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror as a police car pulled up behind us.

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