I cry out as he pushes inside all the way. He kisses me, muffling the sounds. His cock stretches me. I feel completely full. It’s as if he’s everywhere. As much as it hurts, it’s perfect too.
“Piccolina mia.” He kisses my cheeks and anywhere else his mouth can reach. I can feel the strain of his muscles. As if he’s fighting for control. This big powerful man is over me, but the reality is I’m the one with the power.
“It’s better.” I try to lift my hips. His cock slips a little deeper. Slowly, he pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Fuck. Nothing has ever felt this good.” I dig my fingers into his back as he starts to thrust in and out faster. Another orgasm is starting to build as he hits just the right spot. This one is deeper than all the others.
“Torino.” I whisper. “It’s…It’s…”
“Everything,” he finishes for me. “Let go, piccolina mia, I’ve got you. Always.”
I scream his name as the orgasm hits me. It rips through my whole body, cascading through every inch of me. Torino lets out a groan. My name comes from his lips like a prayer.
He thrusts all the way inside of me as he starts to come. My sex clenches around him as his warmth spills inside of me. I wrap myself around him, his cock jerking inside of me as he keeps coming.
“Fuck,” he grits out, burying his face in my neck. “You will be my wife,” he vows.
To hear those words is everything to me. But the reality is, we could end up destroying our family in the process.
9
Torino
“The fuck is up with you?” Lou asks as we walk into the warehouse with the busted dock. “You’re being weird.”
“Yeah.” Anthony nods his agreement.
“Nothing’s up with me,” I lie.
“For the past week, you’ve been just staring off, and sometimes you get this smile on your face.” Lou stops in front of me, his dark eyes squinting. “When are you going to come clean?”
“Come clean?” I ask.
“Who are you banging?” Anthony translates.
“Fuck off.” I push past Lou.
“Man, we only want to know what’s going on. Things are tense right now, especially with the Perths. This wedding has our world on edge, and it won’t settle down until it’s done.”
I spin and point my finger in Lou’s face. “There isn’t going to be a wedding.”
Anthony and Lou exchange a look. The two of them have been by my side since we were kids. Their fathers were trusted soldiers who worked for Carlito, so it made sense for them to become close to me. But they aren’t just soldiers, not to me. They’re friends. And I know they’d die for me if it came to it. Friends like those are hard to find in this world.
I should tell them, lay it all out. But I can’t. It’s too new, too precious. This thing with Alessa has to stay a secret. She’s scared to go against our parents’ wishes. I get that. I’m not afraid, even though I know it’s going to cause a major shitstorm, but I want her to feel comfortable, to know that I’m never leaving her side. I need every last bit of her trust before we jump off this cliff together. So I have to keep it secret until—
“It’s Alessa, isn’t it?” Anthony smirks.
“Has to be,” Lou agrees.
I stare at them. “How the fuck did you—”
“How’d we know you’ve been in love with Alessa for the past …” Lou scratches his chin. “How many years has it been, Anthony?”
Anthony shrugs. “Let’s just say since she was 18, for legal reasons, eh?”
Lou snorts. “Right. Let’s go with that.”
I try to keep a poker face, but I fail. Because, holy shit, if they can see it so plainly, who else has noticed?
“Don’t worry, Torino. We’ll keep your secret. Always have.” Anthony claps me on the shoulder.
“Is it that obvious?”
“No.” Lou shakes his head. “I mean, we know you, man. You’re like a brother. A big, asshole-ish, bossy brother.”
“With a bad attitude,” Anthony adds in.
“Enough.” I try to keep my voice stern, but my mind is going fifty miles a second. Worry eats away at me, but there’s also … relief. Anthony and Lou are trustworthy, and they don’t seem the least bit fazed. “Who else knows?”
“No one.” Lou straightens his suit coat. He’s almost as tall as I am, and just as broad. “If anyone said shit, I’d know. But, like I said, Anthony and I know you better than anyone, T.”
I take a deep breath and let it out.
“You could’ve told us.” Anthony crosses his arms over his chest.
“What are you going to do about Finnegan Perth?” Lou gets right back to business.
“I’ve thought about killing him,” I admit. Just the thought of him touching Alessa makes my blood boil, but I have to be smart. Calculating. My family comes first. If I strike against Finnegan, the repercussions would come back on my father, and worst of all, might hurt Alessa. I won’t let that happen.
“So let’s kill him.” Anthony cracks his knuckles.
“No, we need to be smart. Dad wants peace. That’s why he agreed to this marriage in the first place.” I sigh and look up at the darkening sky. “The wedding would cement a truce between us. Not that I’ll let it happen. I’ll never let Alessa go.”
“Seems like you’re stuck, then.” Lou reaches out and opens the warehouse door for me. “Seems like maybe you need your two best soldiers to help you out.”
We stride in and look over our operation. Pallets of drugs and smuggled goods line the walls and form neat rows. Along the very back are some high-powered servers and cooling rigs where we mine for bitcoin and other dodgy investments.
My thoughts stray back to Alessa. For the past week, I’ve been spending every free moment with her. In her bed. Between her thighs. Kissing her lips until I don’t know whose breath is whose. She’s everything I ever wanted, and I can’t get enough. But after what happened with that twat Finnegan, the wedding is only two weeks away. Hell, she’s out dress shopping right now.
Alessa and I are making love on borrowed time, and I can’t see a way out. But she’s depending on me to fix this, to make our happily ever after come true, and I’ll be damned if I let her down.
“I just need a plan. One that keeps Carlito happy but also keeps Alessa as a Rossi.” I lower my voice so our workers don’t hear our conversation.
Money counters and chemists all work together in this space, and I’m in charge of every last part of the operation. Dad has already given over plenty of control to me, but he’s still the head of the family. The one who decides what happens to Alessa.
I stop walking so quickly that Anthony bumps into me. “Maybe that’s it.”
“Maybe what’s it?” he asks.
“Maybe it’s time for Dad to finally retire.”
Lou’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” I don’t know why I haven’t thought of this sooner. “He’s been talking about it for years.” I pull them to the side where I know no one is listening. “What if I take over the family now? Take Alessa as my bride. My father is the one who promised her hand, not me. I won’t be breaking any agreement if I take her for myself.”