Page 79 of Contract of a Billionaire

Alessio trapped my nipple in his warm mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head as my moans turned husky.

His tempo turned harsher and faster, turning me into a blubbering mess and all the while his tongue teased my nipples.

“Alessandro, please,” I begged. I was so close to my orgasm. My eyelids fluttered closed, the emotion building with each hard stroke.

“Look at me, Autumn,” he demanded.

Snapping my eyes open, I met adoration in his gaze as my body exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm. He continued thrusting, pumping into me hard and his pelvis grinding against my clit. Shudder after shudder rolled through my body.

Once every shudder had been drained out of me, Alessio’s cock slid out of my drenched pussy and insecurity hit me. He was still rock hard.

“We’re not done.” His voice was hoarse; his eyes full of lust. “All fours. Now.”

I scrambled to obey, my hands and knees hitting the small mattress. His hand swept my hair to the side and I tilted my head. I watched as his hands came to my hips, those graceful fingers gripping my flesh. My pussy clenched as he pulled my hips higher, so my ass was thrust higher into the air.

“Hard and fast, right?” The raspy note of his voice sent a shiver through my body.

“Yes.” The word barely left me when he slammed back into me in one hard thrust. I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his cock. He felt deeper inside me than ever before. His other hand came to my hair and fisted my ponytail. He tugged on my hair so my mouth was closer to him. His lips slammed down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth roughly while his cock pounded in and out of me.

Another orgasm fast approached. Fireworks built in my bloodstream. His grunts filled the cabin. Slick sweat covered my skin. He pounded into me, the thrusts so rough that the springs squeaked. Heck, it could be that the entire cabin was shifting.

Every inch of him filled me to the hilt. I rolled my hips up, greedy for more, causing friction.

“Who do you belong to?” he rasped as flames of desire burned hotter and brighter inside me. His fingers dug into my flesh. “Who?”

His voice skirted on the edge of control. His thrusts picked up a pounding rhythm.

“You,” I screamed. “A-always you.” His harsh breathing mixed with mine. He hit that spot that caused my back to bow. And all the while, Alessio fisted my hair. My orgasm slammed into me and all the while Alessio fucked me harder and deeper. My throat was raw from my screams. The pleasure roared through my body and he bit my shoulder, his own body shuddering with his release. His throbbing cock spurted hot cum inside me and I lost myself in him.

This must be what standing in the middle of a hurricane felt like. Every ounce of my strength was wrung out of me. My body trembled in his arms and he smoothed a hand over my back, his rough palm following the path of my spine.

“I got you,” he whispered into my ear, shifting us so that he lay on his back with me safely nestled in his arms. “I’ll always have you.”

That night I slept in his arms, his body spooning mine dreaming of our future.

The future that crumbled to ashes not too long after I snapped the pictures of the most breathtaking landscape and the man that was as wild as the lush Cardamom Mountains.

“Autumn.” Alessio’s voice chased the memory away, while my fingernails dug into my palms. At least I was smart enough not to touch him. “Autumn?”

“Hmmm.”

“Did you hear me?” he asked.

Annoyance shot through me. “Yeah.” Crap, what did he say? I was totally not listening, the memories sweeping me away. Ugh, sometimes amnesia would be welcomed.

The fog started to rise, hiding the moon’s glow. It reminded me of us.

Alessio brought the car to stop with screeching tires and I stiffened. I didn’t think I missed anything important. Did I?

The silence followed. I couldn’t quite decipher whether it was ominous or just tense. Maybe nerve-wracking.

“What?” I finally snapped, my skin pulled taut.

There was only so much tension I could handle. And this fucking car was too small for both of us. Thank fuck he didn’t drive his Bugatti. That was even smaller than this Land Rover.

“You’re going to marry me.”

An ominous silence followed. With some crickets chirping, like daggers promising death.