I wince as he pulls out of me, his cock soaked in our juices. He glances down to see what I’m looking at, and smiles when he sees how soaked his cock is.
“I love how wet you get, baby.”
I chuckle as I lie back against the bed. Tonight has been different. Every time with Alessio has been amazing, but something about how he was this evening was different. He treated me differently. We got closer. I can’t help but wonder what this means?
I’m basking in the glorious afterglow of sex, when I hear him move. The sound of his belt clinks as he starts to dress. Instantly,that afterglow begins to leave my body, God, I hate this. Every day for the past four days, it’s been the same. He breaks in, enters my room—we fuck, and it’s without a doubt the best sex I have ever had, but as soon as it’s over, he leaves. I know I shouldn't care. Getting involved with a man who is deeply ingrained in a world I want no part in should have been a huge no-no. Instead, I let my heart lead my head, and I’ve gotten into a situation I'm not sure I can get out of.
Alessio Bianchi is a man who seems to only want one thing—sex. I could be anyone, and he’d get his rocks off. I’m okay with that. I’ve got into the mindset that this is just fun and nothing else. I’m praying he'll end this soon. If this continues, I could start to fall for him, and that’s something I can never let happen. I’m screwed. I know I am. I can’t end this myself. There’s something about Alessio I'm drawn to. I'm slightly more addicted every day. I wait for him to arrive, praying I'll see him. It's crazy. I'm losing my mind.
“I've got to go back to New York,” he tells me, his words soft and regretful.
I blink into the darkness. My heart racing as pain spreads across my chest. This is what I wanted—what I needed—him to sever ties. I need him to end this craziness. So why the hell do I feel as though I’m losing a piece of me?
I take a deep breath and strive for nonchalant. “Okay?”
“I’ll be back,” he assures me.
“Okay, Alessio, whatever you say. Have a safe flight,” I say, as I sink further into the bed, wishing he’d leave already because my bastard eyes are watering. “Don’t forget to lock up as you leave.” I sound like an uncaring bitch, something I’m not. My heart feels as though it’s splitting in two, but I need to do this. I need a clean break.
“Christ,” he growls. He stalks toward me, flipping on the switch. Light illuminates my bedroom from the lamp beside me.He bends low so that his face inches from my own. “Get this,” he snarls. “You and me, we’re far from over. This shit you do when I leave, making it seem like I’m your fuck buddy, stops.”
I raise a brow as I stare into his deep amber eyes. “Oh, really? And what do you think we are?”
His lips slam against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I’m putty in his hands within seconds. This man can control my body in ways I never knew possible. He’s a fucking magician. He knows the right ways to get me to submit to him.
His hand circles my neck, and he holds me there, as he takes everything he wants from me.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless, and his eyes are heated. He wants me again; of that I have no doubt. The man is a machine and can go again and again.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be here. Knew from the moment I saw you there was something about you, and then you fucked up. You let me fuck you, baby, and let me tell you, no one has lit up for me the way you do. No one takes my cock like you. You’re mine, and that’s never going to change.”
I sigh. He’s saying all the right words, but I can’t believe them. I choose not to. In the world he lives in, things happen, and people change. I know what it’s like to have someone promise me something, only to renege on it in the end. I’ve been broken-hearted more times than I can count waiting on my father, but I won’t do it again.
“I’ve got business I have to attend to, but I’ll be back. In less than a week, I’ll be back, and Gabriella, your ass better be here when I return.”
He doesn’t let me say a word. He kisses me once again, until I’m clinging to him and breathless. Heat pools between my legs, and I’m squirming, wanting more.
“A week,” he promises me.
“A week,” I reply, unsure of what’s going to happen; if I’ll let him back or not. I have a week to figure out what the hell I want in my life, and if it’s to be dragged into the criminal world or not.
“See you soon, baby,” he says as he walks out of my room.
I watch him go. “Don’t forget to lock up,” I shout out to him, knowing he’ll be cursing me a blue streak as he heads for the front door.
“Pushing it,” he snarls as I hear the front door opening.
I flip the lamp off, flop back against the mattress, and sink into my bed with a smile. God, he makes me giddy, but even though I’m happy with the words he’s said and the promise he’s made me, I also know my gut is screaming that this is a bad idea.
My mind is spinning, wondering what the hell I should do, and I fall asleep, my inner turmoil at its highest. I feel as though whatever decision I make is going to be the wrong one.
I groan as my cell rings. I turn over on the bed and reach blindly for it.
“Hello?” I answer groggily.
“Hey, Gab,” my best friend, Raylee, says happily. “I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?”
I glance at my nightstand and see it’s almost midday. Damn, I slept deep once Alessio left. “It’s okay.”