Page 40

“Tell me,” he commanded. The deep gravelly tone was enough to strip away the remainder of my resolve.

“Yes. I do. I want you. God help me, but I crave your touch. I want this.” I would burn in hell, but right now, I didn’t care.

I needed to feel something, anything that would ignite the fire that I’d done everything to keep doused with water.

Sadly, I knew there was only one man who could make me feel alive again.

My monster.

My fiancé.

CHAPTER10

Carmella

As soon as I’d admitted the words, he captured my mouth just as he’d done before, only this time, I didn’t immediately shut down.

The fire had already rekindled, searing nerve endings as he flicked his tongue across the seam of my mouth. I didn’t need to be pushed to allow him in voluntarily, savoring the taste of expensive scotch and whatever candy he’d consumed before coming to deflower his mafia princess.

An explosion of emotions as well as another round of twisted electricity countered every second of uncertainty. Alejandro pulled me from the edge of the vanity, using both hands and digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass cheeks. When he pulled me tightly against his body, I shuddered inwardly from the way he was pressing his thick cock into my lower stomach.

My God, the man was thick and hard.

The crinkling sound of the stiff dress allowed me to moan into his mouth. He wasn’t finished devouring my lips yet, enjoying dominating my tongue as I did nothing more than cling to him.

While my muscles were tense, my pussy was throbbing, the scent of my desire was evident by the scent wafting between us. Up to this point, I would have been embarrassed from my state of arousal, but with this man everything felt entirely different.

As if maybe, just maybe I could allow my guard to fall.

The tiny tick in my brain reminded me that couldn’t happen, but for now, the kiss was an intimate reminder that passion still existed.

When he finally broke the kiss, we were both panting. There were no additional words to be said and little time to engage in carnal activity.

His smirk was sly, almost touched with a hint of evil as he grabbed the edges of my dress, tugging the heavy weight up the length of my legs. But he didn’t stop there, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I threw my head back, quickly glancing at the door. Oh, sweet Jesus. I’d never done anything as impetuous as this before. He wasn’t interested in wasting any time, immediately pressing his lips against the now soaked material of my black lace panties. I’d selected the color on purpose, using every slight method of acting out against the ridiculous arrangement I could.

He growled and didn’t seem fazed that the many folds of the damn dress were already covering his head. The entire situation was ridiculous, but adorable at the same time.

As he paid full attention to my pussy, sucking on the thin material, I wrapped my arms around his silk- and satin-covered head.

Oh, my God. No man had ever made me come this way before. My ex hadn’t cared for oral sex in the least. He’d acted as if I should be the only one with something shoved into my mouth. I couldn’t stop panting, pointing my toes to avoid my calves from becoming cramped.

The moment he ripped my thong with his teeth, I yanked at the dress so I could tangle my fingers in his hair. Who cared if it was a mess? This was my wedding. I deserved to have a little fun at it. Right?

I bit back a laugh, closing my eyes and fisting a handful of his thick hair.

When he ripped the panties off me entirely, I bit my lower lip. This was entirely too sinful and something I wouldn’t forget easily. There was no reason a wave of embarrassment washed over me, but my face was suddenly hot.

Yet as soon as his thick, long tongue swiped the length of my pussy, I couldn’t care less if anyone in the entire congregation dropped by. Maybe I was being foolish, but the twisted moment was exactly what I needed to abate my nerves.

Every sound he made was guttural and as he drove his tongue past my swollen folds, I was certain I’d erupt. Somehow, he’d sensed I was close to climaxing, pulling out and shifting his attention to my clit.

When he pulled the tender bud between his teeth, I threw my head back and did what I could to keep from ripping hair from his head. I bucked against him involuntarily and he slipped one hand under the dress, lifting my leg as far as the damn material would allow.

He was so forceful in his actions I had to throw my hand back onto the vanity, struggling to find the edge so I could hold on.

He was voracious in his actions, driving several fingers deep inside. The moment he flexed them open, a slight flutter I’d already felt in my core began to build. I could swear my butterflies had been replaced by 757s with the way I had difficulty catching my breath.