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MIKA

H eat crackles between us as the oxygen vanishes from the room. My skin feels suddenly hot and tight as Alfie’s eyes flick down to my lips, and for a moment, all I can think about is him kissing me. I jolt as Nina clears her throat, breaking the tension, and Alfie drops my chin, leaning back in his chair as he turns his attention back to his sister. Her lips twitch as she tries to suppress a smile, and her fingers flash as she says something that makes Alfie chuckle. Then she turns to give my hand a squeeze before standing.

“Nina says she’s going to bed before she sees something she can’t unsee,” Alfie explains. “But she’s so glad I found you. She says you’re good for me.”

Deep affection for Alfie’s sister floods my chest. She’s as charming as her brother, and so full of love and joy, it’s infectious. Standing, I pull her into a fierce hug, I step back so she can read my lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, and her eyes dance at my startled expression when she actually speaks.

It’s the first time I’ve heard her voice, and my heart squeezes at how sweet and soft and incredibly vulnerable it sounds. I glance at Alfie and find he looks just as stunned as I am. He stares silently at his sister, eyebrows raised, and lips parted as if lost for words. Warmth floods my body as I realize she must not speak to people often, and I’m moved by the display of trust. Beaming, I pull her in for one last hug, which she returns with warmth. Then, as Alfie stands, Nina leans in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the dining room.

I stand quietly for a moment, watching the door swing softly closed, and when I turn back to the table, I find Alfie watching me, his gaze igniting a fire deep in my belly.

“So.” He takes my hand, pulling me around the table until I’m standing in front of him, my hips leaning against the edge of the polished wood. “Where were we?”

My heart flutters, my palms finding his chest, my back arching as I meet his eyes, and his arms cinch around my waist. “I believe you were proposing to me—very romantically, I might add.”

Alfie smiles, his white teeth flashing against his olive skin, and his eyes flick down to my lips, making my heart skip a beat. “Marry me?” he murmurs, slowly leaning in to close the distance between our lips.

My heart breaks into a sprint as the question hits me like a moving train. I was already starting to wrap my mind around the idea of becoming Alfie’s wife—even if it feels like we’re diving into this relationship headfirst—but somehow, hearing him ask it like a question obliterates the last of my reservations. I have been fighting so hard to put up my defenses, to keep a distance between us so he couldn’t hurt me. I was terrified of giving my heart to another undeserving asshole who would crush it when he was done with me. But somewhere along the line, Alfie managed to get under my skin without me noticing. I started falling for him and didn’t realize it until it was too late. Despite my best efforts, I fell in love with Alfie in a way I never dreamed possible.

“Okay,” I whisper, my heart in my throat as our breaths mingle.

His strong arms tighten around me as he steals the last of the space between us, sealing our lips with a searing kiss. Tingling heat bursts through my core as his tongue strokes between my teeth, and I melt into him. It feels so right, so real, so good to kiss him. When I’m with him, all I want is more.

Alfie leans forward, pressing my hips more firmly against the table as he sweeps his arm across the surface, clearing it as he sends glass crashing to the floor. I gasp, my heart skipping a beat as I picture staff dashing into the dining room to see what happened—maybe clean up the mess. But Alfie doesn’t seem to care. Grasping my hips, he lifts me onto the table, setting me on the edge as he steps between my knees. His fingers find the hem of my dress and slip beneath it to grasp my thighs. Slowly, his hands travel up my legs, his grip strong and demanding.

Arousal floods my panties, soaking the thin silk until it’s clinging to my sensitive flesh. The thought that someone might walk in on us at any minute only heightens my excitement, and I’m shocked by the realization. I’m getting used to the way Alfie will fuck me wherever and whenever he likes, and I’m starting to see the appeal in the thrill of possibly getting caught. It makes his attention that much more intoxicating.

The soft fabric of my dress slides up my thighs, exposing my wet panties as Alfie reaches around to palm my ass. He pulls me forward until my hips meet his, and he grinds his stiff cock against my clit, dragging a moan from my throat. His fingers curl around the waist of my panties, pulling them down my hips, and I shift so he can remove them more easily. The soft fabric tickles along my thighs, falling to the ground as soon as it’s past my knees.

“Are we really doing this here?” I whisper, glancing toward the door as my stomach quivers with nervous excitement.

“I’m not finished with dessert,” he states, his tone raising goosebumps across the exposed flesh of my arms and back.

Shrugging out of his suit jacket, Alfie tosses it aside and swiftly removes his tie before unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. Then he kneels in front of me, his eyes holding mine, burning with intensity as he pushes my dress up around my waist. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he grasps my hips and leans in to stroke his tongue between my folds. I gasp, leaning back to brace my palms against the table, my back arching as a burst of electric pleasure crackles up my spine. Tingling pleasure washes through my core as his tongue teases my throbbing entrance before sweeping up my slit to flick across my clit.

I cry out, unable to stay quiet and feeling surprisingly shameless about it. My hips roll as Alfie’s lips wrap around my sensitive bundle of nerves, and he sucks lightly. In seconds, I’m trembling with the pressure of my building release. My walls throb, my clit twitching every time his tongue twirls around it. Sharp breaths rush past my lips as waves of pleasure crash through my body, sending arousal flooding into my core. Fingers pressing into my bare thighs, Alfie keeps me pinned in place as he eats me out like I’m the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted. He alternates between running his tongue between my wet folds and sucking my clit between his teeth, and every time he mixes it up, that pressure builds inside me, a ball of tension about to snap. His teeth skim across my sensitive flesh, and as he lightly bites my clit, I scream, coming so hard my hips jerk forward against his mouth.

Hot relief rushes through my veins as I pulse and throb, my muscles quivering with the intensity of my release. I pant, my elbows buckling as I barely manage to keep myself upright, and I watch with blatant lust as Alfie leans back, his smile wicked as he wipes my glistening juices from his chin.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, lowering my legs back to the table before he stands.

Flushed with satisfaction and blushing, I follow his gaze, tipping my chin up as he plants a palm on either side of me and leans in to kiss me. I can taste the tang of my arousal on his lips, and a jolt of excitement heats my core.

“I might have to insist you wear dresses for dinner from now on,” he says against my lips.

“Tired of my jeans already?” I tease, though it boosts my confidence to know he likes this more feminine look, too.

“Not a chance,” he growls. “Your ass is so fucking sexy the way it fills out a pair of jeans. But I do like the convenience of a dress when I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

My walls clench, my clit throbbing at the dark desire in his voice. Capturing my lips in another demanding kiss, he strokes his tongue between my teeth, claiming my mouth. Snaking an arm around my waist, he straightens, pulling me off the table and back onto my feet as he holds me firmly against his body. I can feel how hard he is as his cock presses against my abdomen, and even though I just came, hot desire throbs in my core. Reaching for his buckle, I quickly undo it, opening his pants so I can slip my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers and grasp his swollen tip.

Alfie groans, the pleasure-filled sound vibrating against my lips. Stomach trembling, I stroke his hard length and run my thumb over the silken head, spreading the pearl of precum over his skin. Grasping my hips, Alfie turns me roughly, bringing my ass back against him. I lean forward, pressing my palms against the table as his knee presses between my thighs, and he guides my legs apart.

Cool air rushes across my backside as Alfie flips the skirt of my dress up, exposing my ass. His strong hands roam over the bare flesh, the heat from his palms seeping into my skin. Then he lines up with my hot, wet entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he enters me from behind. I whimper, pressing my lips together as I ripple along his hard length, excitement flooding my veins.

“ Fuck, Mika , ” Alfie groans, leaning forward until his chest is pressed against my back, his body heat enveloping me as he reaches around to palm my breast over the soft blue fabric of my dress. Then, his hand slides up over my chest as his fingers wrap around my throat.

My heart stutters, my walls tightening around him at the possessive way he holds me.

“I love you, vitale ,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His free hand wraps around my waist, bunching the fabric of my dress until his fingers find my clit, and as he rocks inside me, his fingers flick the sensitive flesh .

But as good as it feels to have his hands all over me, his cock buried deep inside me, it’s his words that fill me with an overwhelming pleasure. “I love you too,” I breathe, shocked to realize just how true my confession is. A thrill ripples through my core, and I shiver as my senses come to life.

“ Fuck, ” Alfie groans, his cock twitching as he thrusts more adamantly into my depths.

I moan as intense excitement pulses through my body, releasing bursts of euphoria that zing up my spine. Rolling my hips, I grind back against him. His fingers tighten around my throat, the pressure intensifying my pleasure, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. The burning need in his hazel gaze steals my breath away, and when our lips meet, I nearly come from the electric jolt that passes between us. Alfie sucks my lower lips between his teeth, nipping it lightly, and I whimper as he deepens the kiss.

I’m going to come. I can feel how close I am, teetering precariously along the edge of the precipice as he possesses my body completely. When I’m wrapped in Alfie’s arms, it’s like the rest of the world just fades away. I don’t care if anyone hears us. I don’t even care if anyone sees us. I need him more than I need my next breath, and it’s staggering to realize that’s not going to change. What I feel for Alfie is so much stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

He keeps up his brutal pace, sliding in and out of me again and again as his fingers tease my throbbing clit. A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of my neck, and I can smell the tangy scent of sex in the air.

Our breaths crash together as he breaks our kiss, his lips hovering close to mine. “Come for me, Mika,” he commands.

I seem to have lost my ability to disobey him—or any desire to—as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave as soon as he says it. Sealing our lips with a kiss, he swallows my cry of pleasure as my walls ripple along his cock. Alfie groans, the sound sending a jolt through my core, and as I milk his hard length, I feel him tense. His hips jerk forward, shoving mine against the table as his thrusts grow erratic. Then hot cum floods my channel as he chases my climax with his own. I whimper, my stomach fluttering at the insane pleasure of taking his cum inside me, and the ebbing pulse of my orgasm throbs back to life.

I’ve never come so hard or long, and the tingling relief that washes out to my fingers and toes makes my skin intensely sensitive. Alfie’s soft chest hair tickles my spine, his warm skin searing across my exposed back. My nipples strain against the coarse seam of my lace bra, hard enough to cut glass as they ache with excitement.

“You belong to me, vitale ,” Alfie rasps, his cock fucking his cum deeper inside my depths. “Your perfect pussy and gorgeous fucking ass are mine. I’m going to fill every one of your holes with my cum tonight—and every night from now on.”

I shudder violently against him, my breaths ragged as fresh arousal floods my channel, mingling with his release. Before Alfie, I never imagined having a man dominate me could be so exciting, but when he takes what he wants, it undoes me completely. I crave his possessive touch, ache for him to make me his and his alone, and hearing him say it sends a thrill racing up my spine. I’ve fought Alfie every step of the way, but now that I know where this road leads, I think he might just be the only man I could ever be happy with. The thought of marrying him actually excites me, and though we’ve only known each other for a short time, I think what we have might just last a lifetime.

Turning in Alfie’s arms, I curl my fingers around the collar of his shirt and peer up into his gorgeous face. “Take me to bed,” I murmur, and I pull him down to kiss him.

Alfie’s lips curl into a smile against mine. “So demanding,” he teases. “I might have to punish you if you keep talking to me like that.”

My heart flutters, my breath catching as his threat brings back the vivid memory of him bending me over my desk and spanking me with a crop. Heat floods my core, and I arch into him as I nip his full lower lip. “Do your worst,” I challenge, my pulse racing as a sharp spike of adrenaline floods my veins.

A low growl rumbles from Alfie’s throat, and he strokes his tongue between my lips as he kisses me fiercely. Lifting me off my feet, Alfie wraps my legs around his waist, and he carries me from the dining room, leaving all the evidence of our scandalous sex behind.

Fire races across my skin, making me shiver. I love the push and pull of our relationship. The thrill of challenging Alfie excites me, and at the same time, when he’s in complete control, it gives me permission to feel things I never knew I could feel—to enjoy my darkest desires with a freedom I wouldn’t know otherwise.

Alfie terrifies me, and when I’m with him, I’ve never felt more brave. I love what he brings out in me. I love the way he owns my body and yet sees the value of my mind. I love all the facets of his personality—the way he can be so damn cocky and yet incredibly perceptive and kind, how he takes what he wants but also gives so generously.

I love Alfie.

And I love that I’m his.

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