Page 42 of Contract of a Billionaire

“Alessandro, I need…” Another moan ripped through the air. He wrapped a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulled my head back so I had no choice but to turn my face. His mouth slammed into mine, and the whole time, he kept thrusting.

He captured my top lip between his, kissing and nipping with a sweet pull. A groan vibrated deep in his chest and straight into mine. His rough hands held me exactly how he wanted me. Vulnerable to him. But also protected.

“Please… please… “ Sweet, hot pleasure built. I was so fucking close. “I need… “

“What do you need?” His harsh breaths matched my own.

“You.” His mouth left mine, and he pressed his face against my throat while a satisfied groan left his chest. He angled his cock and went deeper inside me, hitting that most pleasurable spot. “Oh… ohhh… I’m…”

He did it again and my back arched, his fingers gripped my hips and slammed into me again and again, hitting my G-spot. He built the sensation higher and higher, stoking it hotter with each thrust until I saw stars. And like a crescendo, my orgasm spiraled out of control. The blood in my veins lit with sparks and sent a wave of electricity to the tip of my toes.

I screamed out his name and the pleasure stretched on and on until I felt lightheaded. My pussy clenched around his cock as he thrust in through my orgasm. Once. Twice. His muscles went taut against my back and he came with a loud groan, spilling inside me.

My body still floated somewhere between his penthouse and heaven as his cock throbbed inside me.

Alessio’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his forehead resting against my shoulder and his mouth on my skin.

I felt like I had been fucked. Literally and figuratively.

My forehead pressed against the window, my breathing still hard, I murmured softly, “If I knew sex was this good, I would have had it sooner.”

He pulled me by my hair, his hand caging my throat. “The sex is this good because it’sus,” he whispered hot into my ear. “Because I own you.”

His claim should send an alert through me. It didn’t. All I knew was that every single touch and taste of him sank so deep inside me that he might have already lodged himself into my heart.

“If you own me,” I panted, my body pliable in his arms, “I own you too.”

A pause.

“You got it.” Goosebumps ran over my skin and a craving,a need, grew in my chest. He was quickly becoming someone important.

He turned me around and lifted me into his arms, then carried me to the bathroom. I wanted to stay with him forever. But there was a life waiting, the one I always wanted. Except now it didn’t seem as enticing.

I caught a glimpse of us in the bathroom. Both of us naked. Him, larger than life. Me, small in his arms with disheveled hair and the look on my face that said I was thoroughly fucked and enjoyed it too.

Our gazes met in the mirror and my breath caught in my lungs. Something soft and vulnerable flickered in his gray ones.

“I like you,” I whispered, although somewhere deep down I thought it might be so much deeper than that. But I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself, never mind him.

He gently lowered me onto the counter. His lips brushed against mine, softly and in such contrast to our earlier rough, unhinged sex.

“I like you too.”

My lips curved into a smile as I pressed our mouths together. Then he pulled back and he turned on the water. He poured a liquid into the bathwater and soon, the whole bathroom smelled like eucalyptus.

“Is that your last girlfriend’s?” I asked dryly, jealousy biting at me.

A sardonic breath left him. “No, Branka’s Christmas gift,” he retorted wryly. “She thought I’d want women’s bath crap here.”

A choked laugh escaped me. “It’s not a bad idea. It’s becoming useful now.”

“She gave me that shit two years ago,” he grumbled. “Hopefully we don’t get a rash.”

“Well, you just made it appealing to take a bath with you,” I teased. Amusement entered his expression, but he said nothing.

I watched him pour the contents of the bottle into the bath. It was clear he never prepared a bath before because he dumped the whole bottle into the large tub.

He helped me into the tub and then slid behind me so I sat between his long, muscular legs. I leaned back into his chest and sighed.