Page 54 of The Deal

“What are you doing to me,bella?”

I frown as confusion creeps in. “What do you mean?” I ask, unsure of what he’s trying to say.

“Non ho mai desiderato nessuno come te, amore mio.”

I’ve also never craved anyone like I do him, but I push aside the impulse to overanalyse the fact that he referred to me as hisloveagain.

There’s something undeniably sexy about the way he speaks in Italian. It’s like velvet wrapped around steel, smooth yet commanding. The words flow effortlessly; each syllable drips with a rich, seductive warmth.

When he gets no reply from me, he takes a step back. I think I’ve lost him for a moment, but then he says, “Lift up,” as he grasps both my wrists and guides my hands above my head. “I’ve been dying to unwrap you from the moment I watched you descend those stairs.”

He flicks his chin toward the staircase, but I knew what he meant. I witnessed that look as his eyes pursued me from head to toe.

He grips the hem of my top, lifting the silk up and over my head. “Perfetto,” he breathes as his eyes zero in on my lace-covered breasts. I’m wearing the matching panties as well.

After he drops my top to the floor, he shrugs out of his jacket and moves to my slacks. “There’s a zipper on the side,” I tell him as I reach for the top button on his dress shirt. He’s wearing too many clothes.

Although he wore a suit today—his regular attire—he opted for a more casual look by not wearing a tie.

He finds the zipper easy enough, slowly dragging it open. When he releases his hold, my slacks slide down my legs of their own accord, pooling around my ankles.

When I undo the last button, I tug the rest of his shirt from his trousers and reach for his belt. “Not yet,” he says, placing his hand over mine and removing it from his body.

His erection is tenting his trousers, and it makes my mouth water. I’m eager to see, touch, and taste it again. He has a beautiful penis. Long, thick, and velvety.

My eyes rake over his bare chest and that damn tattoo of his. I want to lick it, so I lean in and do just that.

“Chloe,” he groans as his cock jumps in his pants.

He grips my waist. “Step out of them,” he orders, gesturing to the pants around my ankles.

I do as he asks, pushing them aside to join our other clothes when I’m done.

“Fuck me,” he growls as his heated glare skates down the length of my body. I’m wearing nothing but a scrap of cream lace and strappy wedged heels on my feet.

Suddenly, as if something snaps inside him, I’m lifted into his strong arms as he stalks through the house.

When we reach the dining room, a smile plays on my lips, thinking about what he said earlier.“I might want to fuck you on the staircase or spread you out on the dining room table and devour you … because I’ve had that exact fantasy a time or two.”

There have been moments when impure thoughts of him crossed my mind as well, but I always pushed them away when they appeared. I was trying to convince myself to hate him, so lusting after him felt wrong.

I bite my bottom lip, and a shiver runs through my body when he gently lays me down on the hard, cold marble. It’s uncomfortably firm; the icy chill of the stone is a starkcontrast against my heated skin. But all of that is forgotten when Alexander hovers over me and smiles.

“Carmella would have a heart attack if she knew what I was about to do to you on this table. Every time I sit down to have a meal, I’m going to think of this very moment and all the filthy things I’m about to do to you,bella.”

I know with all certainty I’m going to do the same.

Chapter 20

Alexander

She’s never looked more beautiful than she does at this moment—spread out and ready for me to feast on. She’s like every man’s fantasy, but tonight, I get to call her mine.

I’m eager to kick off this party for two. I’ve been craving this woman ever since the moment she exited my hotel room and walked out of my life.

I start by unstrapping her high heels and slipping them off her feet. I smile when I notice the coffee-coloured nail polish on her toes. It’s the same colour as the gloss she was wearing on her lips before I kissed it off that delectable fucking mouth of hers.

Her lace panties are next, and as much as I loved her cotton variety, the sight of the delicate lace against her luscious body has my cock weeping.

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