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His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer. My palms rested against the stone wall of his chest, but instead of pushing him away, my fingers clutched his suit jacket, gripping him tightly to me.

I hated myself for it. I hated him for it. My body loved it and so did my stupid heart. Despite the pain, it kept beating for him.

“You and me. We make sense,” he rasped.

My mind screamed. My reason protested. But my body betrayed me, molding into him.

I shook my head. I needed to keep my head.

“No,” I repeated, my voice firm despite my insides shaking with the need to have him. “I wanted you four years ago and I let it happen. We both know how that ended. You can’t just restart something you’ve broken.”

Hebroke us. He destroyed what we could have.

My heart beat hard and fast against my chest, threatening to break my rib cage and leap to him. It felt like it clawed at my insides to get to him.

I had always wanted him. He was my everything. Until he wasn’t.

My demise. My happiness. My downfall.

Chapter24

Alessio

Autumn was quiet as I drove, leaving that fucking graveyard behind me.

She had barely sat in my Bugatti and her autumn scent already filled the car. She smelled just the way I remembered. My cock hardened. It was all it took when it came to her. I wanted to stare at her. Fuck her. Have her in every single space of mine.

Some men wanted space and boundaries. I just wantedher.

My heart has been frozen for the past four years. It had turned into a frozen block of ice the moment her eyes turned brown because of me, because of what I purposely did to her in order to save her. I became her villain out of necessity but the years hadn’t been enough to allow me to move on. I’ll never be able to move on. Since that first taste of her, there was no going back for me. She had consumed me from the moment we’d crossed paths.

Her touch. It was all it took. Suddenly, I couldn’t fathom life without her. In my world of violence, torture and pain, she was the proof that there was life outside the underworld. A happy life.

She offered so much more than just a warm body. I wasn’t a saint but I was never fond of physical closeness. Nor touch. It was the reason I always fucked women from behind. Seeing their faces was too personal. Ghosts, at least the ones I remembered, came back too quickly.

But with Autumn, I wanted to see that bliss on her face. I wanted her pleasure before my own. And I fucking wanted to give her all of my broken pieces. That was the bottom line, wasn’t it? My father broke me before I even became a man but with her, I remembered none of it.

With her I felt alive. Whole.

Without her, only coldness resided in my chest. Without her, I was nothing. With her, I was everything.

I wanted every fucking piece of her. To be the reason for her smiles. To wipe her tears away. To own her loyalty.

I gave my head a small shake. I was so fucked.

Now talk about irony. She didn’t want to be anywhere near me and I was obsessing over her. She had turned my world upside down the moment she pushed me out of her bedroom. I kept telling myself she was just a nuisance but then why couldn’t I let it go. Not the first time I met her. And certainly not now.

Now that the bastard was dead.

She had shattered the walls that made up my life and then slowly put them back together during those two months. She made me whole. But then, poof. She was gone and my blood pressure had never been the same.

“So what have you been doing over the past four years?” Jesus Christ, did I really just make small talk?

She must have realized it too because she snickered.

“And what have you been doing, Alessandro?” She shot me a glare, but her eyes weren’t brown. They were somewhere in between. “Or should I say who?” She almost growled.

“I’ve been busy.” I was tempted to reply with something sarcastic but it wouldn’t do me any good. Not with the bomb I’d be dropping on her before today was over. I needed her in a good mood.