Page 83 of Brutal Heir

Alessandro is more than willing to give it to her. His deft fingers dance up to the waistband of my scrubs and slowly inchbeneath the fabric. Releasing my swollen lips, his eyes meet mine, an unspoken question in the multicolored depths. As if he understands, somehow. And because I’ve clearly lost my mind, or maybe it’s simply been too long since I’ve been with a man, a good man, I take his hand and slip it beneath my panties.

Another groan purses his lips as his finger streaks through my slick heat. “Cazzo, Red, you feel incredible.”

I would say the same thing, but I don’t need his head getting any bigger. Instead, I only lift my hips, grinding against his palm. His thumb toys with my clit, drawing fevered circles before slowly dragging his thick finger through my center.

Oh, bullocks, I’m strung so tight I’m going to explode.

As his mouth devours mine, his fingers work me into a frenzy. And I need more, so much more. For the first time in a year, I want to be fecked. I need Alessandro’s cock inside me. I want to feel the safety of his strong arms around me, protecting me from all the shite that’s been thrown at me my whole life.

“I need to taste you, Red.” The rough rumble of his chest presses against my own.

“Huh?” The embarrassing sound peals out.

Ignoring me, he slides down my torso, dragging my scrubs and panties down with him.

“What are you doing?” I stammer.

He licks his lips as his hands close around my thighs, baring my minnie. “What does it look like?”

His head drops between my legs, and his tongue drags through my slippery folds.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” I groan, my hips bucking off the couch.

Alessandro splays his hand out across my belly, pinning me down as he licks and sucks, drawing my clit between his teeth.

“Mmm, you taste like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

If I wasn’t so consumed by the raging need, I would have laughed at his ridiculous comment. I’m a puddle of wanton desire, nothing but pure pleasure licking through my veins. Conall Quinlan was a selfish bastard. All our years together and heneverdid this.

Alessandro’s head pops up over the smattering of auburn curls, and a devious grin parts his lips. His chin is slick with my arousal, and he slowly drags his tongue across his glistening skin, savoring me. Feckin’ hell it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “What’s the matter, wildling? Has no one ever worshipped at the altar of your thighs?”

I slowly shake my head because I’m fairly certain I would’ve remembered if it had been like this.

“Good, then I’ll be your firstand your last.” That feral gleam in his eye has all thoughts abandoning my mind. My last? I wasn’t sure I agreed to that.

His tongue streaks across my center as he thrusts a thick finger inside me, and my entire body thrums with pleasure. All questions scatter and all I can focus on is the rush of sensations shooting down my lower half, making my toes curl.

“Oh, feck,” I moan as the building fire intensifies. His tongue flicks at my clit, moving faster and faster before dragging his teeth over the sensitive nub. “I’m going to come…”

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my swollen clit. Lifting his eyes to mine once again, a devious grin parts his glistening lips. “You may be the boss when it comes to my recovery, but in here, I’m in charge, and I get to call the shots. And now, I want to worship you.”

And just like that the all-consuming fire burns brighter. “I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You will.” His voice is commanding, and feckin’ hell my minnie obeys. The pleasure balloons with each maddening circleof his tongue, with each thrust of his finger. I’m certain I won’t be able to hold off for another second.

“Please, Alessandro,” I cry. “I need to come.”

His smile grows more brazen as he devours me, the sopping wet sounds only intensifying the raw pleasure.

“Please,” I whimper.

He thrusts a second finger inside me, and stars streak across my vision. I can feel myself tightening around him, desperate to ring out my own release. My hips buck, moans sliding through my clenched teeth.

“That’s a good girl. Now, you can come for me, Red.”

And just like that, I do.

The pleasure explodes, a burst of liquid lightning burning behind my eyes and surging down my torso, racing to every part of my being. My lungs contract, all the air siphoning out, and all I can do is cling onto him and enjoy the ride. It’s the most powerful, heart-stopping orgasm I’ve ever had.