When I open her bedroom door, I stop dead in my tracks.
Is she trying to kill me?
8
Alessa
I look up to find Torino standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Our eyes meet for a brief moment. The look on his face is indescribable.
I drop my head. I don’t invite him in. I want him to come into my room because he wants to. Not because I asked him to.
I pull the bed sheet up over my body. Since I’ve known Torino, he’s always either been distant or off somewhere else. He was still protective of me; he just did it from afar. There were a few times I’d wondered if he cared for me at all. Or if he only thought of me as a responsibility. I was always trying to get closer to him, wanting to crawl into his lap and hang all over him.
“Are you crying?” He steps inside, closing the door behind him.
I had peeled off the silly dress I was wearing and crawled into my bed. I’d had enough of the emotional rollercoaster for the night. I was being pulled in so many directions. I no longer knew what’s right anymore. I’m conflicted between being loyal to my family name or finally having what I’ve wanted for so long. I’m not sure the latter is even possible.
Torino walks over to the side of the bed and puts his finger under my chin to raise my gaze to his.
“You confuse me.”
He lets out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
I know he’s not accustomed to saying those words. For him to use them carries a lot of weight. But what is he sorry for? Putting his hands on me? For getting in the way of my upcoming marriage?
“For what?” I ask. Before today, I wouldn't have found the courage to ask him that. I’d be scared of what his answer might be. I don’t have that luxury any longer. Time is running out.
“My lack of control when it comes to you. I’m fucking this all up.” He gently swipes at the tears that have fallen down my cheeks. I smile, loving that I can make Torino lose control.
“Do you really think you can stop this wedding?”
“You’re not marrying that asshole.” He drops his hand from my face. I instantly miss his touch.
“I don’t think either of us can stop this.”
“You doubt me?”
I can see the determination in his eyes. As he stands before me, I have no doubt that one day he will lead the Rossi family. Power and authority surround him. But will I still be a Rossi then?
He puts his hands on the bed. His mouth is close to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. “Do you want me to stop it, or do you want to marry him?”
“I don’t want him.” I reach up, needing to touch him. When I brush my fingers along his jaw, he leans into my touch, silently asking for more. “I’ve only ever wanted you but—” He cuts me off, his mouth taking mine.
This kiss isn’t rushed or dominating. It’s so sweet my eyes sting with tears. His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head to give him better access. My lips part to let his tongue in.
I wrap my arms around him. He pulls me closer to him before he leans me back onto the bed, still kissing me.
“You’re too damn sweet for this world.”
“But you’ll protect me, won’t you?”
“Always.” He kisses me again, pulling the sheet out from between us. “I need you, baby. Tell me I can have you.”
My heart flutters. I’ve waited forever to hear those words from him. I pray it’s not too late for us. That he can stop this wedding somehow.
“I’ve always been yours,” I say when his mouth leaves mine to travel down my neck.
“You really shouldn’t say shit like that, Alessa.” The look in his eyes would scare most. Hell, the man I’m supposed to marry tried to hide his fear of Torino, but it was still evident. He doesn’t scare me in the least. Somehow, I know he would die to protect me.
“You want me to lie? To pretend I haven’t spent years wanting this? The two of us. You inside me. I can try, but I can’t stop my heart from wanting you. Even when I shouldn’t.”
His hand on my hip tightens. “No lies between us. Ever.”
I nod.
“Now I’m going to claim what’s mine whether you want me to or not.”
I whimper. His aggression turns me on more than anything else.
“You like that, don't you? Me sneaking into your bedroom and taking whatever I want, whenever I want?”
“Yes,” I admit. I lift my hips, trying to rub myself against him, but he has too many clothes on. “I’ve fantasized about it so many times.”
“Fuck. I always knew you were perfect for me.”
I whimper again. His words are going to be my undoing.
He slips down my body and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My back tries to come off the bed, but I get nowhere, being pinned underneath him.
“Your body was made to carry Rossi boys.” All of the Rossi men are big. There is no doubt ours would be the same. His mouth goes to my other breast, giving it the same attention.
“What about little Rossi girls?” I challenge.
“I’d take anything you are willing to give me.” His mouth travels lower. “I’m just pleased to know this body can handle anything I put inside it.” He kisses my stomach.
Are we really talking about this? Him putting a baby inside of me? For all I know he might have already done it with how he pushed his cum into me.
“I want that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I’ve always known what my duty is, and I want to follow that path. To stand beside my husband and rule. The Rossi men treat their wives as equals. At least Carlito does with Mom. He trusts her. I want that from Torino, and I think I could have it. But I know other families aren’t the same way. Finnegan wouldn’t give me anything even close to that sort of respect. But I don’t want to think about any of that. I want to be here, in this moment with Torino.
“I’m going to give it to you. It’s me and no one else. Understand, piccolina mia?”
“Yes.” I feel high, the anticipation and desire mixing until I can barely breathe.
His mouth hovers over my sex. I’m still on edge from not getting to come earlier. I watch as he lowers his mouth. His tongue slips out, going straight for my clit.
“So fucking sweet.” His eyes meet mine. A wicked smile pulls on his lips. “And all fucking mine.”
He buries his face between my thighs, devouring me. I’m so on edge that the first orgasm hits me fast, but Torino doesn’t stop. He licks and sucks every drop up until I’m coming again. My sex clenches, needing more.
“I need more,” I beg. “Inside me. Please.”
Torino lifts his head, coming to his knees. I watch as he strips himself of his clothes. His muscles flex with each movement. He has to be three times bigger than me. My heart starts to pound at the thought of what is about to happen. Once I give myself to him, there will be no going back. Not that I want to.
“Are you ready for me, piccolina?”
“Does it matter?” I ask as he comes down over top of me. I spread my thighs wider, welcoming him.
“No. I can’t wait any longer.” The head of his cock starts to push inside me. “No one will ever take you from me. No one will ever see you like this but me.”