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Alcohol and music both course through me, causing my hips to begin swaying to the beat. I can vividly feel his heavy presence behind me. I turn around to find that thestronzoshave left, and my husband-to-be is now standing to his full height. One hand in his pocket and the other lifting his glass to his lips. Completely fixated on me, watching my hips continue to move.

I don’t know if it’s the martinis or the fact that he has been such a temptation since day one, but I want Massimo more than anything right now. The push, the pull, it has my insides quaking.

Getting only a small taste of Massimo and seeing what his massive hands are capable of has only left me desirous and needing more.

With a mischievous smile, I seductively make my way over to him. Pushing all thoughts of his other women to the back of my mind. No matter how much I compare myself to them, with theway he’s looking at me now, he likes what he sees. He sometimes looks like he wants to swallow me whole after he’s feasted on me for hours. For a man like Massimo to look at me in such a feverish way, it’s electrifying. One single glance from him is so much more efficacious than any slight touch from any other man.

Setting his glass down as I reach him, I own all his focus. Placing my hands on his abs, they feel like steel as I lazily slide them up over his chest and to his broad shoulders. Wishing his clothes were gone as my eyes follow my movements.

When my swaying pelvis brushes against him, I feel the hardness in his slacks bulging. Arching my back, I slide my hands back down to his chest, then spin around to roll my hips, grinding my ass into that said bulge. I throw an arm around his neck and close my eyes.

Shivers run down my body when his breath tickles my ear. His large hands firmly gripping my hips, itching to flex. “You shouldn’t tease me,dolcezza.” His tone is dangerously low.

Darkness takes over his gaze as I tilt my head up towards him. “Why? You’ve been teasing me for months now.” My voice comes out like I’m in pain because inside I am. I want him. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip slowly, leaving a shiny trail behind, torturing me. “Baciami.”Kiss me.

“You want a kiss,cara mia?” Using the grip on my hips, he carefully spins me around to face him, then tugs me against his hard body. “I am yours to kiss any time you want.”

One hand grips his massive shoulder, and the other finds its way to the back of his head. Fisting his hair, I yank him down to smash my lips into his. He made me give in first, and I can’t repudiate the desire burning up inside of me any longer.

The way our bodies somehow mold together is surprisingly perfect, considering his size and my own. But we fit together seamlessly, and our mouths are in sync as our lips part and ourtongues meet. He tastes like whiskey, and his lips and tongue are soft and smooth, a contrast to his rough hands. The way he’s kissing me is both dominant and passionate. Everything inside of me liquifying and muddling my brain.

All I can think about ishim. All I can feel ishim.

If he doesn’t take me to bed with him tonight, I might cry.

Chapter sixteen

Alessia

“Ti voglio, Massimo.”I want you, I murmur against his lips.

“Then it’s time for us to go home.” His hand slides down to firmly grip my ass, and I lodge a whimper in my throat when he puts some distance between us.

The fire in my core is so intense it’s throbbing, and I thank God I decided to wear panties. Otherwise, I’d be dripping down my thighs already. His firm grip on my hand as he pulls us back through the same way we came is more possessive than ever. For months, this storm of wanton and desire has been brewing and simmering merely confined. It’s time to unleash it and destroy what we must.

Once we slip inside the vehicle and get moving, Massimo pulls me over his lap and teases me with his lips. Peppering tender kisses along my jaw line to my ear, my head cradled in his large hand. Breathing heavily, he kisses the shell softly, then starts dragging his lips down the side of my neck and to my throat. His bristly facial hair scratching my skin, adding to every sensation.

My fingers are tangled in the back of his hair as his hand slides down the column of my neck, and his lips drag back to mine. Our lips are slack as they rub together, and his hand continues going down until it cups my breast. He realizes I’m not wearing a bra underneath my dress, and the silky material is thin enough so that when he lightly circles my nipple, it’s a vivid experience for us both.

“Touch me, Massimo,” I beg in a hoarse voice, not recognizing it.

“Cara mia, my first time touching you will not be here,” he whispers, and I gasp when he pinches my nipple. The sensation sends a zing straight to my pussy.

I wonder if he’ll spank me again tonight or if that’s just for punishment. If that’s the case, I’ll have to misbehave more often because I want nothing more than to relive that pleasureful pain.

His beard rubs against my cheeks as his mouth reaches my other ear, and he chuckles. It’s deep and rumbly and sexy as fuck.

“It’s like I can hear every thought going on inside of that intriguing head of yours.”

“Yeah? What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking about that spanking,gattina. Are you hoping you might get another one tonight?”

“That depends.” He hums in response. “What will you do as a punishment from now on?” I pant. “If spankings are for—” My breath hitches when he pinches my nipple again, but this time much harder making me hiss.

“The ways I could punish you are insurmountable, Alessia. Though I have a feeling we might go through the list relatively quick, and I’ll have to get more creative,” he muses. His finger makes its way into my mouth, and he hooks it to the back of my bottom teeth, cranking my mouth open wide. “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it too much.”

I think so too.

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