“With my life.”
“I am going to make this so good for you.” His fingers sweep over my face. “But I will stop at any time if you need me to.”
“I know that.” I cup his cheek. “I trust you.” I peer deep into his warm brown eyes, seeing so much love reflected there that it erases my nerves. “Make love to me, Alesso.”
His tip inches inside me, and our eyes remain connected as he pushes in more, going very slow to enable me to adjust to his girth. My heart is jackhammering behind my rib cage, and heat rolls off his body, suffusing mine, as he carefully drives into me.
I’m acutely aware of everything.
Every place where his body touches mine.
The searing intensity in his eyes as he joins us as one.
The transparent joy when he is fully seated inside me, and the magnitude of the moment hits us both.
I feel him inside me. Hot and thick and throbbing with need. My walls clench around him, and his eyes darken with lust. His arms tremble, and his thighs shake with the primitive urge to move.
Lifting my legs, I wind them around his back and thrust my hips up, the movement pushing him even deeper.
“Fuck, Rena.” He collapses against my neck, and his breath is warm on my skin. “You feel incredible.”
“I love you,” I say, my words laced with emotion. “I really fucking love you.” I arch my hips up again. “You can move, honey. I want you to move. I’m not going to break.”
I’m startled to see tears shining in his eyes when he lifts his head to me. “You trusting me with this is everything, Rena.” He pulls out slowly and then thrusts back in, and stars explode behind my eyes. We both moan. “I want to do this with you every day for the rest of my life,” he adds, thrusting in and out of me again, and my arms wrap around his back as I move my hips in sync with his.
“That sounds heavenly.” Happy tears prick my eyes as he makes love to me, and my body undulates under a riot of sensations I have never felt before. “This is the most perfect thing ever.” I kiss him deeply as he makes slow sweet love to me, and it’s everything I have desired in my dreams. Blissful happiness spears every nook and cranny of my being as we move against one another, kissing and groaning as our bodies connect in wave after wave of intense pleasure, and I know I will never get enough of Alessandro.
From now until I take my dying breath, I will only ever want this man.
34
SERENA
“You are so in love,” Chelsea says after the professor ends class. “You just have this glow about you every time I look at you.”
“That could be the sex,” I smugly admit because Alesso and I are addicted to one another and making love any chance we get now. I never knew it could be like this, and I cannot get enough of him. It’s like I have opened a magical door I never knew existed and been exposed to the ninth wonder of the world. “I can’t keep my hands off Alesso, and he can’t keep his hands off me.” The past three weeks, we have been having sex most every night, and sometimes we sneak a quickie in during the day.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, and Christmas is only three weeks away. I’m excited for it, in a way I haven’t been since I was a kid, even with danger still looming over us.
Although, things might be looking up.
Donny—the private investigator who worked for Ben previously in Chicago—reached out to him a couple days ago to say his informant within The Outfit has made contact and is willing to talk to Ben. Donny has washed his hands of it completely, so Ben and Leo are heading to Chicago tomorrow to meet with the guy. It’s been six, almost seven, weeks since the ambush, and Ben knows DeLuca must be planning his next big move. We still have no clue who he is, which is concerning. It’s been far too quiet with enemy threats restricted to local gangs and other mafiaacross the US, and that makes everyone nervous. DeLuca is still hiding, and there must be a reason. No one presumes he wiped out most of the Italian American leaders without having an end goal in mind.
“I am so happy for you,” she says, stuffing her notepad and tablet into her bag.
I notice her hands are trembling. “Are you okay?” I know things still aren’t good between her and Lucas. She hasn’t elaborated much when I have asked, but the strain is clearly etched on her face. It’s why I haven’t wanted to say too much about Alesso. It feels wrong to be shoving my happiness in her face when her relationship is going through a bad patch.
“Honestly?” She tucks some stray strands of hair back off her face. “No, I’m not.” She stands, looking around as our classmates stream out of the auditorium, her eyes nervously scanning the room.
Apprehension raises goose bumps on my arms, but I can’t explain it. Something about the way she is acting has me on high alert. Zipping my backpack, I rise and face my friend. “What’s going on?”
She grabs my arm tight. “I need to tell you something.” Her eyes skim around the emptying room until they zone in on the door at the bottom of the auditorium, the one the staff uses. “Call your bodyguards and have them meet you at the rear employee entrance.” She pulls me down the row of seats, toward the righthand-side steps.
“You’re freaking me out,” I truthfully admit when we reach the end of the row.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” she cryptically says. “Which is why I’m trying to keep you safe. Come on.” She races down the steps toward the podium. “I’ll explain everything after we get out of here,” she says over her shoulder. “Hurry, please.”
For a brief second, I consider abandoning her because this behavior is odd, even for Chelsea, who can be a little crazy at times. But she’s my friend, and my instinct is telling me I can trust her, so I do as she says, calling Fabrizio and telling him to grab Edoardo and the other two men and meet me out back.
