Page 46 of Single Mom's Mafia Daddies

How did he read me so well? I hated him. I told myself to scream for help, to shove him away and refuse to give in, but I only fought down a moan. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yes.” He agreed too easily and withdrew his fingers.

I whimpered and squeezed my thighs together. He released my wrists, and I slapped him across the face. “Fuck you, Alessio.”

His head had snapped left at the force of my blow, and he brought it back around slowly, his tongue darting out to touch the split in his lip. “I’m going to claim you. You can say you don’t want me, you can hit me, but you won’t stop me.”

“You can’t do that.” But I wanted him to. Some small part of me had craved that violence earlier. Now that I had the option to take it, ribbons of fear bound me tight.

Alessio pinched my face in one hand. “I want you on your knees. You have no control, do you understand?”

Fear turned to desire. Alessio’s demands were hard to resist, and I’d been on the receiving end often enough to know what waited for me if I gave in to his commands.

“I understand.” I wanted my words to be bold, a challenge, but instead they were thick with desire.

I dropped to my knees, and Alessio unbuttoned his pants in slow movements, my gaze locked onto the sheen of my desire coating his long fingers. Finally, his cock lay long and thick in front of me, and I wanted nothing else but to please him.

At the press of his fingers in my jaw, I opened my lips and sucked in the head of his cock. He thrust deep into my throat, pumping hard enough to make my eyes water and need to overwhelm my every nerve before he backed out and hauled me to my feet. “Take off your clothes.”

I did as he ordered, using the same slow movements he had and basking the heat of his gaze. My nipples hardened further, my chest heaving with my desperate breathing, and he released my face to grasp one between his thumb and forefinger.

“This is mine.” He tugged then rolled the nipple. “And this is mine.”

He grabbed my hip and pulled me toward him. His cock slid between my legs, so close to entering me that I let out a sharp “Please, Alessio” that he ignored.

Seven years of hurt and want spiraled between us. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding entrance and stroking against mine. He pushed me back onto the couch and lifted my legs over his shoulders without breaking the kiss. Stars exploded in my vision when he thrust into me, filling me with his entire length. He adjusted my legs so I was spread open beneath him and fucked me with all the savage power I’d sensed but never experienced. It was intoxicating, animalistic, and so damned hot I came.

A second orgasm crested over me, then a third, and Alessio kept going. He claimed me with every thrust. Outside of the bedroom, I never liked being subservient, but those few seconds where he commanded me sparked a new kind of intimacy that demanded trust and rewarded deeper pleasure.

Sweat slicked my body, Alessio’s driving passion pounding between us. He still wore his tactical gear, and the roughness of the vest scraped my nipples until they ached. As though he sensed the need, Alessio pinched and rolled one nipple, then the other, until I came apart a fourth time. His cock swelled tighter, his thrusts vicious when he came without uttering a sound. His arms locked, and he finally raised his head to look at me.

“My Lila. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You’ll still leave when this is over. How can you say that when you know damned well you’re going to break my heart all over again?”

Alessio looked deep into my eyes. His cock stirred in my pussy, and he rocked his hips slowly, going deep. “Do you believe that?”

I had no answer for him except to lift my hips to meet him in a slow, sensual glide.

24

RENZO

Wednesday morning dawned with the kind of perfect sky that offered hope after the choking defeat of battle. Puffy clouds. Blue sky. It was too much for my heart to take, and I turned away from the window with a dissatisfied grunt.

My room smelled like Lila even though she hadn’t been in here since the night of the attack. I’d slept with my face buried in the pillow, trying to absorb her into my dreams. It worked almost too well. I’d woken with a hard-on that a hand job in the shower eased but didn’t satisfy. Nothing satisfied me anymore except Lila. Once with her would never be enough.

I’d heard her and Alessio fighting last night when we returned from our recon mission, and I’d left them to work things out for themselves. Hopefully Alessio hadn’t acted like a bastard and push her away even further.

Shrugging into my black shirt, pants, socks, and boots, I headed from my room to the kitchen in search of food. My stomach grumbled, impatient after yesterday’s fight and adrenaline drove me to bed without fueling my body.

Lila and Alessio sat at the counter stools, side by side with their backs to me, close enough to settle my worry that Alessio hadn’t made things worse for us.

Then he turned and slid his hand down Lila’s arm, his touch lingering at her elbow before his hand fell to his side. He whispered into her ear, keeping his voice too low for me to hear, and she tucked her hair behind her ear while leaning closer. The domestic sight set warning bells clanging in my head, dissipating the relief.

What happened if Lila chose Alessio? What if she changed her mind about spending time with all three of us? We’d agreed not to interfere and to let her decide. Letting her go would be the second hardest experience of my life.

Alessio held a strawberry up to Lila’s lips. She grinned and bit into the fruit, then kissed his cheek. They’dreallyworked things out then.