SIN
I shoved him back with a sudden, violent surge. His spine hit the door with a heavy slam that rattled the wood. I stepped into his space, my fingers moving like a surgeon's over the buttons of his shirt. I ripped it open, sliding the fabric off his shoulders to reveal the hard muscle and dark ink beneath. I leaned in, planting hot, biting kisses along his neck, listening to him groan.
My hands dropped to his waist. I unbuckled his belt and tossed it across the room. I unzipped his pants, my eyes locked onto his. I gripped his neck again, marking him, claiming him, sinking him into the abyss. Just as I started to sink to my knees, he let out a choked sound.
"No," he groaned, grabbing my arms and pulling me up. He spun me, slamming my back against the door this time.
He didn't waste a second. He attacked my neck and breasts. With one sharp tug, the straps of my dress gave way, the fabric pooling at my waist and exposing me to the cool air and his scorching gaze. He latched onto me, sucking hard, and a loud, sharp moan escaped me. He hooked one of my legs over his hip, his large hand sliding up my thigh to squeeze the flesh.
And then, the heir to the Ricci name was on the ground.
Alessandro was on his knees for me. He didn't break eye contact, his gaze intense and submissive as he planted wet, deliberate kisses on my inner thighs. The sensation made me arch against the door, my moans becoming uncontrollable. I ran my fingers through his hair, guiding the monster.
He lifted me, carrying me to the bed and tossing me back against the silk. He followed me down, his teeth catching the lace of my panties and stripping them away.
He came up to kiss me, but I didn't let him stay in control. I flipped him with a surge of strength, pinning his shoulders to the mattress as I climbed on top. I moved with a slow, agonizing rhythm, my hips rolling against his in a way that I knew drove men to the edge of insanity. I leaned down, my hair shielding our faces as I kissed him deeply. I was a professional…I knew exactly how to move, how to look at him to make him feel like the only man in the world, even while I was planning his funeral.
Just as he reached up to grab me, his body trembling on the verge of finishing, I shoved him hard. I sat up, kneeling in the center of the bed with a wicked smirk.
"Watch," I commanded, my voice cold and sharp. "But don't you dare touch."
I leaned back on my heels, putting myself on full display. Alessandro looked like he was dying…his skin flushed, his jaw locked, his eyes blown wide with a desperate, pathetic hunger.
"Watch," I whispered. "But if you touch me without permission, I'm gone."
He let out a strangled groan, his hands gripping the sheets so hard the fabric groaned. I didn't give him a second to breathe. I slid my hands over my breasts, squeezing them slowly, watching his pupils dilate as my nipples peaked. I wasn't just doing this for him; I was doing it to show him exactly what he couldn't have unless I allowed it.
I let one hand travel down, grazing over my stomach before dipping lower. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard, his cock straining against his pants, a dark, wet stain already blooming. He was a mess…the powerful heir, reduced to a panting dog at the foot of my bed.
I spread my legs wider, giving him a clear view of the wreckage he wanted to claim. My fingers moved with a slow, agonizing rhythm, slicking myself as I watched his face contort in agony.
"You want this, don't you?" I taunted, my voice a velvet purr. "You want to feel how wet I am. You want to bury yourself inside me until you forget your own fucking name."
"Please," he choked out, his voice cracking. He reached out a hand, his fingers trembling inches from my thigh.
"What did I say?" I snapped, my eyes flashing with a cold, sharp authority.
He flinched, pulling back as if he'd been burned. He was shaking now. I reached out and grabbed his hair again, forcing him to look directly at what I was doing to myself. I worked my fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the room, driving him into a frenzy.
I leaned forward, my chest almost touching his, the scent of my arousal filling his senses. I wanted him so addicted that he would kill his own brothers if I asked.
"You're going to be so good for me, Alessandro," I whispered, my voice dripping with poisonous sweetness as I reached my peak, my body shuddering as I milked the sensation for every bit of drama it was worth.
He let out a sob of pure frustration, his head falling forward against my knees. He was broken. He was mine.