Page 130 of Deadly Wrath

“You are fucking insane.”

I smirk, running my thumb over his piercing. “And yet, you’re not stopping me.”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything, so I keep pushing and shift up, positioning myself just right before sinking down onto him, every inch stretching me until I feel him hit exactly where Ineed him.

“Fuck, we’re going to—”

I cut him off, a mischievous grin playing on my lips even though my helmet covers it. “Just keep your eyes on the road, Warden.”

I start to move, rolling my hips slow at first, feeling him pulse inside me, the vibration of the bike adding to every sensation. Each movement sends a jolt through my body, a wicked combination of power and pleasure.

“And let me focus on you.”

Alessio curses under his breath while the bike creeps forward. We’re barely moving now, maybe five miles an hour. But fuck, this is intoxicating.

“You’re really making it hard for me to focus,” he groans.

I grin. “That’s the point.”

His patience is cracking, but I don’t let up. I move faster, my nails dragging against his back, my head tilting back as pleasure coils tight in my belly. The world blurs, nothing but the open road and the heat radiating off him, off us.

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I pant, breathless against his shoulder.

His breath shudders, his grip punishing. “Believe it,Sirena. And be ready for what happens when I pull over.”

I smirk, rolling my hips a little slower. “Guess you better drive slow, then.” Not that he can go any slower.

The moment shatters, pleasure slamming through me as my body locks around him. His name spills from my lips, and a breathless, wrecked moan slips out just as he fills me.

Alessio holds me against him, owning me, grounding me as we roll to a stop.

I lift my head, blinking past the high, and see the sign that readsEmiliano’s.The restaurant we were heading to is already right in front of us. It’s out in the middle of nowhere, probably why Alessio chose it.

Alessio’s jacket drapes over me, covering just enough, so to anyone passing, weprobablyjust look like a couple caught in a moment, not actually fucking on a bike.

He pulls off his helmet, revealing those icy, intense eyes, and before I can catch my breath, he rips my helmet off and crashes his lips against mine.

The kiss is rough and claiming, a punishment wrapped in pleasure. A taste of everything that is Alessio.

I pull back to catch my breath.

“You know how to make a girl work up an appetite,” I tease, my voice sounding more breathless than I’d like.

“Then let’s get my wife fed,” he smirks, his lips brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

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Alessio

We’ve been married for a few days, but there isn’t much of an adjustment. Liv’s been living with me for months now, eating my food, stealing my shirts, and making my life a constant battle between wanting to fuck her senseless and wanting to throttle her smart-ass mouth.

But I’m being a good fucking husband, at least I’m trying to be.

Kota’s running shit, my dad’s helping where he can, and I’ve officially declared this a “do not fucking bother me” honeymoon phase. The guards are under strict orders to stay the hell outside, and we gave Paola a fully paid vacation to Scotland. Liv helped her plan it, so naturally, we’re also taking a trip to Scotland in July.

It’s too damn cold there in the winter, and if I’m going to another country where my wife is going to want to seeeverything, I’d at least like to enjoy it without losing my balls to frostbite.

We’re currently curled up on the couch, watching some weird show calledBelow Deck.

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