When I finally come up for air, she reaches between us and unfastens my pants, then pushes them and my boxer briefs down.
Without a word, I thrust into her, making that connection between us burn brighter than a lightning bolt.
She arches, a moan rising from her lips as I start fucking her long and slow. Taking my time, enjoying her body, her sounds, everything she has to offer. I leave marks on her, hickeys and bites. She’s a woman who belongs to a man, one who’ll die to keep her safe. I don’t hold back, not when we’re together like this.
We spend all morning in her bed. Half of it fucking, half of it talking.
“I have to go.” I kiss her again, tasting all of her sweetness.
“I never want you to leave this bed.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
“That makes two of us.” I kiss down her chest to her tits and suck each nipple.
She runs her fingers through my hair, yanking the strands as I bite her lightly, adding to the marks I already left on her round tits.
“Go,” she grumbles but doesn’t release my hair. “You have to go before you end up inside me again. Mom will probably be along any minute.”
I palm her tit and squeeze it, then kiss down her stomach. “I can give you one more. Like a parting gift.” I keep moving lower.
“Torino!” She tries to scoot away from me. “I’ll scream if you put your tongue there again.”
“Good.” I smirk and move my head lower.
The bed moves, and I look over to find Tinker sitting beside me, his feline eyes judging me.
“What?” I squint at him.
“See? Even Tinker knows.” She tries to pull her knees together. “If Mom catches us …” She shudders. “I can’t deal with that. I want to tell her when we’re both—”
“Fully clothed?” I ask and lick her warm cunt.
“Torino!” She pushes my head away and scrambles out from underneath me.
I let her. This time, anyway, she’s right.
“Fine. But I’ll be back later to finish what we started.”
She raises a brow as she reaches for her nightshirt. “I’m pretty sure we finished several times already.”
I smirk. “Never enough.”
“You need to see the doc, too. I know you want to act tough, but that bump on the back of your head has to hurt.”
“Act tough?” I reach out and yank her back into the bed. “You think it’s an act?” I kiss her neck.
She giggles. “Okay, okay. You’re tough. Now go see the doctor. Hey!” She smacks my hand when I try to reach under her nightshirt. “We just agreed for you to go.”
“Did we?” I kiss her again. She melts for me, perfect in my arms.
The door swings open so quickly I’m only halfway to my gun when I look up.
Dad and Allegra stand there, both of them looking like storm clouds on a red horizon.
Alessa makes a strangled noise and goes rigid.
I stop reaching for my Glock.
And then we just … stare.
Not good.
Fuck.
16
Alessa
“You fucked your sister.” Carlito’s eyes are almost bulging. “You fucked your sister!”
“Stepsister,” Torino corrects.
Carlito’s face is so red I wonder if he might have a stroke.
I suppose the hard part of telling our parents about us is over. It might not be the way I wanted this to go down, but at least it’s done.
“Turn the fuck around.” Torino’s tone is so demanding even I stiffen for a moment. He yanks at the sheets, trying to quickly hide my body.
Carlito sputters then spins around, giving us his back. My mom, not so much. Her expression remains unreadable. I’m not sure much can shock her anymore, honestly. I have no doubt she’s seen way worse things in this life. Yet, I can’t help but feel a little bit guilty for keeping this from her.
“Mom,” I hiss at her when I realize Torino’s bare ass is on full display. She shakes her head, turning around too. Torino presses his mouth against mine in a hard kiss, letting me know we’re in this together. Then he slips from the bed and pulls a pair of pants on. He tosses me my clothes, and I quickly get dressed.
“You shouldn’t barge into people’s bedrooms.”
Really? Is that the first thing he has to say right now? I glare at him as our parents turn back around to face us.
“You should lock the door,” Mom tosses right back at him. I slip off the bed to stand next to Torino. It’s awkward having this discussion with them in my room, considering they caught Torino and me red-handed only a few moments ago.
Oh God, does it smell like sex in here? I cringe inwardly. “Can we possibly take this downstairs or something?”
“I could use a drink anyway.” Carlito runs his hand through his short, graying hair. The small gesture reminds me so much of Torino when he’s frustrated too. “Come.” He tries to take my mom’s elbow, but she sidesteps him to leave on her own. She cuts him a stare, and I know they are fighting. I’m guessing it has something to do with me marrying Finnegan Perth. Or the fact that I’m no longer willing to.
“Crap.” I let out a long breath when they’re out of my bedroom. “They're already fighting about me.” What else could it be? I've never seen the two of them in a spat before. I don’t want to come between them, but what did I think would happen?
Torino pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me. “I’ve got this.”
I drop my head back to stare up into his handsome face that is filled with determination. For so long I’ve wanted this man to be mine. Little did I know he was mine long before I knew he belonged to me. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of the life we could have together, I’ll never be able to be without him again. I’ve only had him for a short time, but I refuse to lose him.
“We’ve got this.” He leans down, giving me another kiss. This one is slow and sweet.
We both change again, getting out of our sleep clothes. When we make it downstairs, I can hear the hushed arguing of Carlito and my mom coming from inside his office.
“I hope what we have doesn't ruin what they have.” That’s the only thing I feel truly bad about in this whole thing. I never wanted this to cause a rift between Carlito and my mom. But I’m not sorry that I’m following my heart. I will never be sorry for loving Torino.
“If he loves her the way I love you, that will never happen.”
Gah. When did Torino become this sweet teddy bear on the inside? I adore that only I ever get this side of him or know about it. I can imagine his softer side appearing much more frequently when we have children one day.
“Get in here,” Carlito shouts from the other side of his closed office door. Torino takes my hand in his, tangling our fingers together before opening the door for us. I take a deep breath and push my nerves aside, knowing this is necessary.
We step inside together, the same way we face anything we come up against. Together. A disheveled Carlito is pacing around his office while my mom sits calmly in his chair behind his massive oak desk.
“Alessa will be my wife. I want to make one thing clear here and now. I will not tolerate any talk that says otherwise. Father or not.”