Page 13 of Single Mom's Mafia Daddies

I nudged my knee between her legs and shifted my weight to press our bodies together. “I mean enough for this.” I pressed my lips to hers.

A spike of pain shot through my lower lip, her teeth clamping down hard.

I grinned in spite of the pain and ran my thumb along her jaw.

She released me with a gasp, her body betraying her. “Fuck you.”

“With pleasure.” I captured her lips again, driving my tongue into her mouth to stroke hers. Her nails pierced the back of my hand when she curled her fingers, her pulse skittering wildly in her wrists and beating into my palm.

7

LILA

Need for Alessio rocked me to my core. Nothing prepared me for the feel of him pressed against me, the scorch of his tongue on mine.

When he walked in, I’d fully expected to drive him away with my anger. I didn’t expect this. I should have. I should have known that my body remembered him and would fall apart for him the way it always did.

I groaned into his mouth, hating him and loving the forceful way he held me at the same time. The dichotomy of my emotions ravaged me from the inside out.

He anchored my hands over my head and used his other hand to grip my lower jaw. His fingers tightened slightly around my throat, his thumb stroking back and forth below my ear as he teased my mouth into obedience. He pulled back a fraction. “Do you still hate me?”

I nodded even as I leaned forward to taste him again. His knee drove higher between my legs and my temperature spiked so high my body ignited. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I didn’t need to. Alessio knew me. He proved it when he tightened his grip on my hands, pulling my spine taut and removed my pantswith one swift jerk, yanking my heels off at the same time. Then, he was between my legs, his cock thick and full.

“I missed you, Lila.” Four words shattered my world as he thrust into me, sealing my fate—and my doom—with his full length.

My head fell back, the ecstasy of fucking Alessio an inferno in my veins. I rose onto my tiptoes, needing him deeper, harder.

He grunted into the side of my neck and released my hands. Before I had time to place them on his shoulders for balance, he’d hefted me into his arms and locked my legs around his waist.

I’d bared my heart and soul to this man, and he walked away. I braced my palms and lifted my hips, riding his cock hard and fast with the aid of his hands on my ass. He guided me on each stroke, slamming me down hard and yanking me up again with enough force that my teeth rattled.

Revenge sex. That’s all this was. Alessio needed to prove he still had control over me. Fine. I’d allow it. I’d take what I needed from him the same way he took from me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and leaned back to deepen the angle.

“You’re getting old, Alessio. Old and slow.” I bit the edge of his jaw. “Fuck. Me. Harder.”

He unleashed a string of curses. Some I recognized. Some were new, but it was the way he said them, the way he walked us to the nearest counter and dropped me onto the glass, spread my legs wider than I thought possible, and absolutely fucked the ever-loving hell out of me until the room spun and my mind stopped racing, that stole my breath.

“You’re going to regret challenging me.”

“Never.” I bowed my spine, grabbed his tie, and pulled. Veins popped in his throat, his own back arching. His cock rammed into me hard enough to bounce my ass. I rose to meet his next thrust and stars exploded in my vision. They sparked around theroom as passion overtook me and turned me savage. I released my hold on his tie and reached for my clit.

Alessio smacked my hand away with a growl. “Mine.” His pace increased beyond my abilities to match, and when he pressed his thumb into my clit I came apart with a shout that rattled my own eardrums.

I couldn’t breathe. The explosive orgasm ripped away everything but the feel of him. Nothing else mattered. He came seconds later in a series of familiar, shuddering jerks that brought reality slamming into me.

I pushed him away, surprising us both with my panicked strength. “This was a mistake. A giant, fucking mistake.” I dropped to the ground and reached around him for my pants and panties.

Tires screeched outside.

I jolted upright at the same time Alessio wrenched around to face the windows. Gunshots blasted the air. I screamed and covered my head, my pants flying around my neck.

Alessio grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the floor, covering me with his body. “Can you get to the panic room?” he growled.

Smoke filtered into the shop, the gray tones contrasting with the bright colors and fabrics. Glass shattered. People outside screamed, or maybe that was me again. I’d lost the ability to tell the difference until the burning in my throat choked me into silence. Glass shards flew in every direction, raining down on us in tiny daggers that pricked my exposed skin.

“What the fuck is a panic room?”

What was he talking about? Why was someone shooting up my shop? I tried to raise my head.