Alessia hummed with satisfaction, pleased with herself. She’d never felt so powerful and desirable in her life. Daringly, she repeated the intimate caress.
With a roar, Titus lifted her off the shower floor and pressed her spine to the cool tile wall. As her vision whirled with the rapid shift, Alessia protested, “I wasn’t done.”
“I nearly was, temptress,” he growled as his hand swept down her body to glide through her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, Little mate.”
“You taste good, Daddy,” she whispered as she rubbed herself against his fingers.
“I have to be inside you, Little mate.” With that warning, he fitted his cock at her entrance and thrust forward, filling her perfectly.
Alessia’s eyes closed in ecstasy as their bodies meshed together intimately. His shaft claimed the space inside her. He paused for a moment and dropped his forehead to hers.
“Heaven,” he whispered into her mind.
She nodded and kissed him with all the emotions swirling inside her. Sharing with him the rightness, sensuality, and love that filled her heart, Alessia held nothing back. She was meant to be with him. Titus was hers as much as she was his.
Ripping her mouth from his, she claimed him. “Mine.”
“Always, Alessia. I’m yours.”
He withdrew and thrust forward. Alessia met his movement, grinding her pelvis on his and drawing a groan from them both. Her hands stroked over his chest, and she treasured his hard muscles as the water cascaded over them. She tasted his skin, trailing her tongue along the curve of his neck. Impulsively, she bit his shoulder.
His arms tightened around her, squeezing a squeak out of her. “You’re playing with fire, Little mate,” he warned.
She smiled at him, completely enjoying her power to affect him. With Titus, she was fearless. He made her dare to reach for what she desired most.
Titus tweaked her nipple, drawing her attention back to the present. He lifted her slightly higher and captured the stinging peak. She squirmed against him as Titus swirled his tongue over his target. He bit her gently. That last zing of pain launched her climax.
Her scream of delight echoed on the hard surfaces of the shower. Alessia clung to him as Titus pushed her pleasurehigher and higher—demanding everything from her. She could only respond and seek to return the incredible sensations.
All thoughts vanished from her mind. She could only concentrate on him and the passion they shared. Their skin slid against each other, every movement becoming a thrilling touch. Over and over, Titus helped her come. When he finally allowed himself to join her, Titus emptied into her. That rush of warmth triggered one last orgasm deep inside Alessia.
They slumped for support on the wall, recovering their breath. Slowly the world outside their intimate bubble registered to their senses. Titus kissed her temple.
“Thank you, Little Mate, for visiting Nightfall. I don’t want to imagine life without you.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she told him bravely.
He froze, searching her face as if to verify the truth of her statement.
Alessia nodded and repeated, “I love you, Daddy, with all my heart.”
Titus wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Little mate. Forever and ever.”
“Forever, Daddy.”
Chapter
Thirteen
Enzo sat by the fireplace in his office with a crystal glass filled with a plentiful amount of bourbon. He watched the play of light reflecting through the liquid and plotted a way out of the mess he was in. The Nightfall group had shaken his grip on the city. Other gangs circled his territory like vultures ready to divide the spoils of what he had built.
He had lost two crews in a short time; one had simply disappeared and the driver returned dead. Not just dead, he thought to himself, but their skin had appeared colorless—paler than anyone he’d seen before, as if they were completely drained of blood. The one guy left had driven the van to his own door with the bodies stacked like cordwood in the back. Whatever he’d seen had left him a gibbering idiot who was totally useless for any insight into exactly what the hell had happened. The scene was like some goddamn horror show!
The common factor in all these problems stemmed from one stupid bar. Everything had gone to shit when that place opened its doors. Not that they affected any of his revenuestreams. The gambling, drugs, and whores were doing business as usual. Nightfall’s lack of respect in not paying the tribute for operating on his turf couldn’t be allowed to continue without some reprisal, Enzo decided as he swirled the ice in the glass and took a drink.
Then there was the matter of his sister, Alessia. He had sent her into that place to get more information on the bar’s operation, and all she had come back with was barely more than the last worthless guy who succeeded in getting inside! To make matters worse, she was kidnapped from this very house. Not that Enzo cared much about Alessia’s disappearance, but to take her out of his house under the watch of his useless guards, revealed another weakness. His incompetent crew hadn’t noted the abductor’s presence until they’d reached the wall.
It was, however, not something his mother could ignore. “You will bring her back to me, Enzo! I have stayed out of this family’s business out of respect for you, but you will discover what happened and get her home,” she had said in a voice he had not heard since his teenage years. “Get your people out there and find her.”
