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He shakes his head, then rolls me over onto my back before settling in between my legs. “All you need to know is how much I love your body.”
He squeezes one of my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, capturing my lips in a brutal kiss. He tugs on my bottom lip, then dips his tongue inside my mouth. As our tongues tangle, I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grinds his jean-clad hips against me making me forget about asking him any more questions about his past.
“You have too many clothes on.”
I reach for the button of his jeans. He presses his lips to mine, quickly pulls away, then scrambles off the bed so fast I giggle.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
I lift my tank over my head and toss it on the floor with just as much enthusiasm, then push my skirt down over my hips and toss it to the floor.
He licks his lips as his eyes travel over my body. “Your damn right.”
When he slides his boxers off, his beautiful erection juts forward, the tip touching his stomach. My pussy flutters, arousal pooling between my thighs. I open my legs as he crawls onto the bed, then settles between them.
I cup his jaw and his intense stare on me remains as he slips inside me. He never takes his eyes off me, as he slowly moves in and out of me. With his forearm planted beside my head, he uses his other hand to move my hair away from my face.
I choose to ignore the look in his eyes, and I hope he chooses to ignore the one that mirrors his in mine. We don’t voice feelings we know are growing between us. We don’t voice what an utter disaster it will be to explore those feelings. We both just decide to live in the moment. Enjoy whatever this is, until we can’t anymore. Because it can’t continue.
His mouth crashes into mine and all thoughts disappear from my mind. Live in the moment, Alana because you may not be here tomorrow.
He pulls away from the kiss and buries his face in the crook of my neck. While we can’t say how we feel, we can show each other with our bodies. And that’s what we both choose to do.
I wrap my legs around his trim waist as he plunges deeper inside me. My nails dig into the muscular planes of his back as he takes me higher. Never have I had a connection with someone as strong as this. I can admit I don’t truly know, Dylan. We haven’t spent much time together other than fucking, but I can say something about him is different. Something I wish I’ll have the chance to explore although I know that may not be possible. I may not survive. And if I do survive, his life is here in California, mine is in Las Vegas. How can that work? So, I only have this time, this day, to experience what it would be like to be his. I let it all go as he takes my body to new heights.
Chapter Fifteen
ALANA
Ican’tbelieveI’mfucking doing this.
I slide into the back of the blacked-out Mercedes. I expect Matteo to be in the back with a gun aimed at me. However, he’s not the one who’s calmly gazing at me like this interaction is normal.
“It was you?” I ask shocked and a little disappointed.
When I was with Matteo, Emilio was the one who made me laugh, treated me with respect, and like a sister. I’m shocked he would threaten the only person he knows I consider my family.
“How could you threaten the only family I have.”
Emilio sighs. “I’m sorry Alana. I knew you wouldn’t come unless I did something drastic. You know I would never hurt Amelia, but it was the only way I could get you to listen.”
“Your brother is trying to kill me!”
“I never agreed to that. You’re like a sister to me. Matteo’s lost his shit, and he blames you for everything.”
“Of course, he does.” I roll my eyes. “He never takes responsibility for anything he does. He’s fucking trafficking people, Emilio. Where’s he at?”
From the time Matteo let the façade drop anything and everything that went wrong in his life was always someone else’s fault. His brother, me, Alonzo Bianchi. Anybody other than himself. That should have been red flag number one, but I chose to ignore who he really was and clung to the man I fell in love with.
“I need your help.”
My brows bunch together. “How the hell do you expect me to help you? If Matteo sees me, he’ll kill me, and you know he will.”
“I’m sure the Sinners won’t let that happen,” he says as he knows for sure that’s what will happen.
My thoughts stray to King. He’s going to strangle me when they tell him I’m gone. It took me hours to convince him to even let me hang out atForbidden Inkwith Amelia while he handled some club business. After everything went down, King wanted me to stay in the clubhouse, twenty-four-seven. But I convinced him I needed space to come to terms with what happened. But it was a lie.
I got an email from an anonymous account with pictures of Amelia and a threat. The pictures show her entering and leavingForbidden Ink. Whoever sent the email knew that’s where she spends most of her time. And these weren’t pictures taken from far off either. So, I have no doubt they can harm her if they want to.
