Page 24 of Single Mom’s Mafia Daddies (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection #22)
LILA
N o matter how long I tried, I couldn’t sleep. This insomnia was kicking my ass again. Groaning, I rolled from the bed and pulled on a pair of thin socks to keep my feet warm as I padded quickly from my room and down the hallway. I needed to see Leo.
The attack on the house left me shaken but even hearing that madman call out for my son hadn’t prepared me for the news Matteo brought to me earlier.
A bounty on Leo’s head meant nowhere was safe.
Add that knowledge to Renzo’s warning that this house was compromised and my anxiety spiked through the roof.
I made my way down the hall in complete silence, pausing when I reached Leo’s door. I hesitated to wake him, and the excitement of the last few days left him easily awoken.
“And then what happened?” Leo’s shocked whisper stretched thin between us.
I almost barged in but slowed when Matteo answered, “The brave knight used his brain to win the battle without ever having to draw his sword.” Amazing how this dangerous man had grown so close to Leo. I trusted him when he said he’d do anything to protect my son.
“But how?” Leo’s demand for answers tugged on my heart. He’d always loved stories, and hearing Matteo comfort him with a new tale reminded me why I’d started to fall for him.
Matteo looked and acted every bit the playboy philanthropist with a flare for the witty and dramatic.
But at his core, he was kind and decent.
He treated me with respect even when I tried my best to annoy the shit out of him so he’d leave me alone.
And he gave me exactly what I needed when I asked him to fuck me.
My first time with all three men was slow and passionate, caring. This evening with Matteo alone showed me how savage he could be when unleashed. I craved more of that from all three of them, for them to stop holding back.
But I also wanted to feel loved and cherished. How did those two things become compatible, and why was I so obsessed with sex when Leo’s life was in danger? I’d experienced sexual desire while pregnant with Leo, but this had a different edge to it.
A door slammed from far away, Alessio’s voice trickling up the stairs where I listened to Matteo tell Leo a story.
Relief was short-lived as I recognized the anger in his tone. I rushed down the stairs, almost tripping in my haste, and plowed into Alessio’s chest when I reached the bottom.
“Careful.” His hands gripped my waist in a bruising hold. The danger I’d sensed in him before rose around him, sending heat crashing over my skin and setting my pulse pounding. “You shouldn’t be running around this late at night.”
“Where were you?” He didn’t know that I’d overheard him in the study earlier, so I waited for the lie.
His jaw worked back and forth. A scratch marred his cheek, dirt covered the scar along his chin, and a glint of madness hardened his eyes. “Taking care of business. What are you doing?”
Not a lie, yet he wasn’t forthcoming either.
It was a challenge to meet his coldness, but I managed to hold steady. “Couldn’t sleep. What business?”
Indecision warred on his face, the constant shifting illuminated by the moonlight cutting in from the skylights. “I tracked down the Verducci hideout. They’re the ones who attacked us. And they won’t stop until they have you and Leo.”
The truth surprised me, and my expression slipped as shock and fear rocked me back a step.
Alessio kept hold of me, forcing me to remain within his embrace. “You understand what that means?” His words were cold and callus, an unfeeling cut to them I didn’t understand prying at the walls I’d erected around my heart.
All I knew, all I allowed myself to think about was the fear in Matteo’s eyes when he’d told me about the bounty.
“This is your fault.” I shoved at him. My palms landed flat on his chest.
He stared down at me with an unyielding firmness to his body. “You’ve said that before.”
My breath rushed out in a wave of heat that blistered my throat. “You bastard.” I pounded my fists into his chest. “You have to do better than that. You promised to protect Leo, but all you’ve done is put him in more danger.”
He dragged me away from the stairs and into the study to our left. Kicking the door shut with his heel, he grabbed my wrists and yanked them down and behind my back. His hot breath rushed over my face, the smell of his anger and the danger riding him creating an intoxicating mix.
“I never wanted you in danger, Lila. Why do you think I stayed away?” His chest pressed into mine, our bodies bending together when he tightened his grip on my wrists.
“It didn’t do any good. They’ve known about you all along.
It was a matter of time before they came for you.
You’re lucky I came back and found you.”
“Lucky?” I practically spat in his face. “We’re going to be killed because of you.” All my fear and anger overwhelmed me. I lashed out at the only available source of my worry. “I wish you’d never walked into my shop.”
“Really?” He kissed me with a savageness I felt down to my core.
My traitorous body responded with a softening I fought to control.
Alessio walked me backward, holding my wrists with one hand while the other slid between my legs. I bit his lip, hard. He laughed when he raised his head. “Why are you wet for me, Lila?”
“It’s not for you.” I twisted my hips, attempting to escape despite the heavy need throbbing from his touch. “I had sex with Matteo while you were gone.” If I hoped to hurt him, I failed.
His eyes flared wide, the pupils exploding. “Good.” He thrust a finger into me and ground his hips into mine. “You’re ours, Lila. I would claim you as mine, but I’m willing to share with Matteo and Renzo because they make you happy. But I will not be made out as the villain in your story.”
He added a second finger, then another, and buried them to his knuckles. The rough rasp of his skin against the most tender part of my flesh weakened my knees.
“I don’t want you.” It was an outright, blatant lie.
Alessio’s dark laugh shuddered through me. “If I believed that, I’d walk away.” He crooked his fingers deep inside and I gasped with the wave of pleasure. “You might hate me right now, but you still want me. And that scares you.”
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.