Page 89 of Kissing the Villain

I pulled down her bottom lip with my teeth and tugged hard enough to rip another moan from her pretty lips. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Cum for me.”

My name fell from her mouth, and I loved how she said it with a sweet cadence that sounded like a song lyric slipping from her beautiful lips. As if possessed by her moans, I fucked her even harder, bouncing her up and down on my cock. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy. Nine months away from her had been too long. She was my drug, my addiction, and I wanted to be high whenever I was with her. Consumed by her scent, her sounds, and the way she felt.

Her insides clenched around me. She was so close, her orgasm shaking through me. My beautiful mess strangled my cock with her pussy, coming so hard I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pumped into her a few more times and kissed her lips before spilling my cum inside her.

Sweaty and breathless, she put her hands on my shoulders and dragged her fingers down my chest.

I released my hold on her throat and tilted my head back. “You’re such a good girl. I know you didn’t mean it, baby.”

Her lips brushed mine in the dark. “I like dreams like this one.”

What the fuck?

My heart sank to my stomach, her words gutting me worse than the knife. Sometimes, I wished she had finished me off. Because then I wouldn’t have had to wrestle with my feelings for her. I wouldn’t be a prisoner to her delusions that made it impossible for her to tell reality from fantasy.

“This isn’t a dream, Drea.” My fingers skated down her arms, and she shivered from my touch. “Do you feel this?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

Still inside her and semi-hard, I arched my back and rocked my hips. “You feel this, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “You feel so good, Luca.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” I swiped a handful of her curls and brought her lips to mine. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby girl.”

After our lips separated, she yawned.

“Tired, baby?”

Alex nodded.

“Okay, pretty girl.” I kissed her sexy lips. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

I lifted her off me, setting her onto the cushion beside me so I could pull up my boxers and pants. She sat there, naked and panting. “Just breathe, baby.” I bent forward to grab her pajamas from the floor. “You’re okay. Lift your arms for me.”

I slipped the silky top over her head and helped her with her panties and shorts. She remained silent the entire time. And I wondered if Alex was still with me because I couldn’t see in the dark. Or was she lost in her head?

I scooped her up from the couch and left the sitting room. The music floated down the hallway, following us to the foyer. She rested her head on my chest, and her fingers splayed over my heart. I wondered if she could feel what she did to me as I climbed the stairs. My heart never beat this way for anyone else.

By the time I reached her bedroom, she was snoring softly. The lights were on in her room, and by the look of it, Marcello had cleaned up and changed the sheets—no more blood and reminders of the past.

I kissed her forehead and lowered her to the mattress. She looked so delicate and breakable, so damn beautiful my chest hurt.

But did our plan work?

Had we gotten through to her?

Only time would tell.

37

ALEX

I awokewith a muscular arm draped over me. A mixture of the sea and fresh linen floated through the air. With my head on his chest, my body relaxed as I listened to his heartbeat, and the world faded for a moment. But when I looked up, it wasn’t my handsome devil.

It was Marcello.

My Lonely Boy.

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