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Allegra

I once travelled to the States to meet a drug lord who was far too persistent in trying to get the Ferrante family back into the drug business. I turned up to that meeting with just my gun and Toni as back-up. I faced down that little arsehole and his crew of overgrown toddlers, without a flicker of apprehension.

That is the level of calm and control I have over myself— had over myself—until I kissed Bonnie. I’d rather take on a thousand drug cartels than feel this unnerved by that woman. No one has ever gotten to me like that; not even Petra.

But when Bonnie grabbed my wrist and looked at me the way she did, I was powerless to keep calm. My nerves became electricity pylons, and her attention sent them into overdrive until I short-circuited.

I’ve been called beautiful before, but the way Bonnie said it, after everything we’ve been through together, broke something in me. She wasn’t telling me my body was beautiful; she was referring to something she sees in me—something I’ve never let anyone else see.

Even with Petra, I had to keep up a facade. She was a part of my world and knew what it took to be in a position of power. Maybe, deep down, I knew Petra wasn’t a safe option to open myself up to.

It doesn’t matter now. What’s important is that I had my tongue in Bonnie’s mouth and my hands on her hips. I expected her to push me back, maybe even strike me for being so presumptuous, but she didn’t do those things. In fact, she grabbed my hair in a way that told me she was more than enjoying our shared experience. And then it was shattered by none other than her parents and Lorenzo.

She must be freaking out now. No doubt she’ll ignore me in the morning or even hide from me. Of course, she’ll realise what a monumental mistake it was to kiss the woman who shot her best friend.

My head shoots to the door when I hear a soft knock. It can’t be. With hesitation, I reach for the handle. Maybe it’s Mark or Phillip here to warn me off. They had clearly figured out what we were doing the second they laid eyes on us.

It’s neither of Bonnie’s dads.

“Bonnie,” I say stupidly.

“Can I come in?” She’s wringing her hands, clearly nervous. I step to the side and allow her to pass. I’ve only just shut the door when she’s all up in my space. “You kissed me!”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to.” It’s like I’m on a game show and this is the quickfire round.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“But not in wool?” Why on earth is that something to focus on? I’d said it as a joke…kind of.

“You are beautiful no matter what. I just don’t care for the material.”

This is bizarre, but I’ll play along if that’s what Bonnie needs.

“You took my clothes.”

“I did.”

“I like the ones you gave me, and that makes me mad.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Okay, I’m not.”

She’s so close I could pull her into me in a second and claim those delicious lips again, but I restrain my urge. Bonnie is working through something, and I don’t want to ruin my chances by doing something stupid.

“I wanted to kiss you, too.”

“You should hate me,” I say. It’s true. She should hate me—everything about me—and I don’t understand why she doesn’t. I know I explained how things work around here, but I didn’t think for a second, she would suddenly go from her original judgements to…this. “Unless…”

“Unless?”

It suddenly occurs to me that Bonnie’s recent behaviour may indicate this is a revenge thing. I know the kiss in the kitchen would have led to sex if we’d not been interrupted. It’s more than likely Bonnie was subconsciously trying to hate-fuck me. Just like her drinking, it’s a way for her to cope. And the thought sends acid shooting to my throat. How could I have been so stupid?

“Allegra,” she says, her eyes boring into me.

“It’s okay,” I say, “I understand.”

“Well, that’s fantastic. Care to fill me in because I haven’t got a bloody clue what you’re talking about.”

“Bonnie, there is no chance on this earth you like me that way. Look how we started.”

“So, for what reason do you think I was kissing you?”

I shrug. “A hate-fuck is a great way to take back power.”

I regret it the second I say it because the look on her face is one I never want to see again. She takes a step back but doesn’t say a word. It’s my turn to wring my hands.

“Sit on the bed,” she commands, and takes me entirely by surprise.

“Bon—”

“Sit.”

I sit. She paces back and forth with her hands curled into fists by her side. Damn, she’s quite intimidating. I see the fire in her eyes again, and my ridiculous body lights up. Why do I have to find that type of behaviour so attractive?

After a few more trips back and forth, she stops directly in front of me. “One, I would never kiss you, or anyone, with hate or anger. I’m not built that way and I’m mad at you for thinking I would be capable of doing that. We might have a lot to learn about each other, but I’d like to think you know me well enough to never think I’d do such a thing.”

I go to respond, but she flicks my nose, which stuns me. No one has ever flicked my fucking nose to get me to shut up. It makes me want to laugh.

“Second… I still want to kiss you. And third, I really like your hair down, but that’s just an observation I wanted to voice.”

I can’t stop from laughing now. She scowls, but stops the second I reach for her hips and draw her to me. We’re a reversed version of the kitchen scene and that’s fine. I enjoy looking up and into her eyes.

“I want to kiss you, too.”

“So do it already.” Wow, she’s kinda bossy when she wants to be.

Curling my hand around her neck, I pull her down until her lips are a millimetre from touching mine. I just need a second to compose myself because this is a lot to take in, and let’s be clear: We’re in my bedroom and once I kiss her, I’m not going to stop until I’ve tasted every inch.

Her tongue breaches my lips, and it’s on. We crash together with ragged breaths. My hands travel from her hips to her arse, which makes her buck forward. I pull a little harder until she climbs aboard and straddles my hips. Bonnie takes my hair in her fists again and pulls, earning another moan from me.

I wish to God we weren’t wearing so many clothes because I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Bonnie must read my thoughts because she instantly starts unbuttoning my blouse. Gone are the nervous fingers she’d displayed when at my door. This Bonnie is fully in charge; another fact that is foreign to me. In the boardroom and bedroom, I’m always the top dog—until now.

Warm air caresses my body as the shirt slips from my shoulders. I suck on her bottom lip as she works on my bra clasp. In seconds, I’m nude from the waist up and having my nipples pinched. My body is on tenterhooks as she trails her fingers down my stomach to the fastener on my pants.

“Lay down,” she commands again. I do as I’m told and watch her pull at my trousers. She has me laid bare before her and I start to feel uneasy. That doubt creeps into my mind. Why isn’t she naked? Is this a set-up?

Something in my face must relay my feelings because she starts to slowly take off her clothes. Her eyes never leave mine.

“Move up,” she whispers. I shuffle up the bed, watching her disrobe. I knew she was hiding an amazing body under all that wool. My God, her breasts are heaven-sent, I swear it.

It’s usually around this time when I take over, but I can’t. I’m too excited to see what she does with me… to me. The last thing she does is release her dark hair from its usual low ponytail. Her Italian roots are shining through as she stands there, watching me watch her. I’m about to ask her what she wants, when the bed dips and she crawls up along my body until she’s hovering above me. I can’t fucking breathe.

For the first time since she kissed me, I see a sliver of uncertainty. Is she changing her mind?

“I…I’m not very experienced,” she murmurs, and oh, thank God, she’s not about to hop off and run away.

Taking her hips in my hands again, I lower her to me. Her arousal coats my lower abs. “Do what you want, Bonnie. I’m yours to command.”

The fire reignites, and I could cry out in joy as she rocks her hips. Hands planted firmly on either side of my head, she leans down but doesn’t kiss me. Instead, she picks up her pace and pants into my mouth. It’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

My need grows exponentially as she takes her pleasure from riding my body. The pulsing between my legs intensifies as she gets faster and her breath becomes more irregular.

“Look at me,” I say, because if she’s about to orgasm for the first time, I want to witness every second through her eyes.

Just as I think she’s about to come, she stops. I don’t have time to question her because she moves up my body until her wetness is dripping over my mouth. My hands brush up her sides until I have her tits in my palms. People who say anything more than a handful is a waste, are fucking morons!

Bonnie’s breasts spill out from my hands, but I keep palming them until she sinks her hips to my waiting tongue. Bracing herself against the wall, she begins her assault. I’m still not in charge as she rides my face. All I can do is enjoy the ride and hope she buys a second ticket, because one go is not going to be enough.

I gather her liquid on my tongue and swallow. Her clit pulses with an urgent need to be sucked. The moment I wrap my lips around it, she bucks harder and fills the silence with her growing moans and curses. My name has never sounded so good as it does right now, slipping from her mouth in a gasping plea.

I circle and then suck, repeating until she’s quivering and pulling my hair so my face gets even closer. I may not be able to breathe, but, by God, I’m going to shatter her world in the right way. I’m going to make her come so hard she’ll be walking on jellied legs for a week.

Just as I think she’s finally going to tip over the edge, Bonnie reaches back and swipes her fingers through me. I’m so surprised and turned on I almost choke on her as a deep moan reverberates out of my throat.

Undeterred by my reaction, Bonnie coats her fingers in my pleasure and enters me with force. I’m lighting up from the inside and on the verge of climaxing. Bonnie’s renewed thrusts on my face are the only reason I’m able to hold on.

“I’m so close,” she gasps, and all I can do is suck her harder. She fucks me with precision and determination until my thighs shake violently and there isn’t a thing I can do to stop the orgasm from hijacking my every cell.