Chapter 10 Alessandro
ALESSANDRO
Don’t do this. You know it’s wrong.
She is forbidden. A Santoro. Too young. Anyone but her.
I’ve been good for so long. Too long. I have fought every impulse and done the right thing. And goddammit, I’m about to explode.
My willpower has never been weaker by the time Giulia throws herself at me and turns my world on its head. Fuck, she feels good and tastes better. As sweet as I’ve imagined.
But no amount of imagining could come close to what it’s like to hear her soft whimpers, to feel her melt against me as I part her lips with my tongue. That’s all it takes to make her hands slide up to my hair, tugging and twisting, moaning into my mouth as I back her against the side of the car.
So young. Fresh and inexperienced, shaking while I take my time exploring the inside of Giulia’s mouth, stroking her tongue with mine, finding a slow rhythm that makes her tits brush against my chest with every ragged breath.
That’s all it takes to break her down. She started this, but she’s already in the palm of my hand, under my command. Mine to do with as I wish.
She’s too young.
This is wrong.
I don’t want to think about that now.
Just a little more. A little longer. It’s a simple kiss. Nothing wrong with that.
There’s a high-pitched whimper from the back of her throat when I run my fingers down her cheek and trace her soft jaw, then dip lower to caress her throat. Her pulse flutters under my fingertips, and by the time my palm touches her chest, her heart is thumping faster than mine.
“Yes,” she whispers, pulling back long enough to urge me on before accepting my kiss again. I tilt my head, finding the right angle to cover her mouth with mine, claiming her.
But that’s not enough. There’s so much more of her to taste, to lick.
Her head drops back against the car door, offering more of herself to my greedy lips. “Fuck, Giulia,” I whisper once I cup her tit, so heavy and ripe. She arches her back, thrusting more of herself into my hand, and we both groan when her nipple hardens.
What are the chances I’m the first man ever to have her like this?
It seems so new to her, like she’s surprised at the sensations I’m bringing to life.
Her needy little whimpers get louder, and fuck me, I know I have to stop, but I need this.
I didn’t know how much until now, with her writhing against me and the very real chance of being caught making everything that much hotter.
My thirst for the forbidden is as strong as ever.
She is as forbidden as it gets.
“Please…” she whispers, rolling her hips, rubbing against my cock. I’m already rock hard, aching, and losing my grip on my sanity. Her needy whispers only make the struggle worse. “Please, touch me.”
“I already am,” I murmur against her throat, squeezing her tit, groaning like she does.
“Touch me… down there,” she pleads. Her left leg slowly snakes around my right, her foot traveling up my calf and sending fire bolts straight to my balls. “Oh, please, touch me.”
I can’t.
I have to.
I’ve never needed anything more than this.
Her smooth thigh is under my hand, her skin is like warm silk that gets warmer the higher up I go, until I’m under her skirt.
Stop now.
Fuck that. I can’t now, not while she’s begging, and her heat is just beyond my fingertips. Caressing the curve of her ass cheek makes her arch against me, whining, and the sound melts what’s left of my resolve.
She gasps sharply when I make contact with the satin covering her pussy. Her body goes still, frozen in what might be pleasure or agony before she shudders and presses her face to my neck. “My God,” she nearly sobs, trembling.
It takes me that long to understand she came. All it took was touching her mound.
And she’s all mine if I want her.
Ready to come for me at my slightest touch.
Am I supposed to pass this up?
I have to. The little blood still left in my brain forces reality into the picture. Somebody could find us, anybody could, and there wouldn’t be any way to excuse the sight of me with my hand up Giulia’s skirt and her body wedged between the car and me.
Her disappointed groan comes right on time once my hand is free. As I unwind her leg from around me, she touches her lips to my throat and makes me rethink my decision. “You have to stop that,” I tell her, though I have never meant anything less.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She thinks she’s being playful, like this is a game. The blue balls I’ll be suffering from after this aren’t a joke, but she won’t understand that. I get the feeling she’s completely new to all of this.
Though my heart isn’t in it and I can’t make myself sound otherwise, I murmur, “You know this can’t happen.”
“Don’t tell me what I know. Besides…” My knees almost buckle when she cups my cock through my slacks.
It’s rigid, with a wet spot growing on the front of my boxer briefs.
Her soft, satisfied chuckle means her hot breath is hitting my neck.
“This bulge doesn’t feel like it can’t happen. I think you want this as much as I do.”
It’s not bad enough she has to tempt me like she does? She has to tease me like this too? I’ve never believed in karma, but I’m starting to think twice thanks to her. She could be my punishment. A walking, breathing retribution.
“Giulia, I’m serious. We don’t have time for me to go through all the reasons this can’t happen.
” Let it be known that I am doing everything possible to be the good guy in all of this.
For once in my life, I am trying to do the right thing.
I’m thinking about the consequences. Don’t I deserve at least a little mercy? A way to make this easier?
There is nothing easy about the feel of her young, ripe body wriggling under me.
“I’m tired of thinking about the reasons it shouldn’t happen.” Her lips skim my throat, and I close my eyes, weak, throbbing under her little hand.
She’s been thinking about this as I have. Curse me for being a piece of shit, but knowing it makes doing the right thing feel that much harder.
Almost as hard as I still am when I force myself away from her. “This isn’t a joke. Now you need to straighten yourself out and get up to the house before anyone comes looking for you. We both know I will be the one paying the price.”
Thinking fast, I add, “But you would be lucky if you didn’t get your ass ripped out of college over this. Tell me I’m wrong.”
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to watch a hundred thoughts and emotions race across her expressive face. Her swollen lips tighten, her eyes narrow to slits. But she doesn’t argue, does she? She knows I’m right.
And thank God for that because I can’t clench my fists tighter than they are now. I have to be strong. One of us has to be strong.
“This isn’t over,” she promises, running her hands over her hair like I do to mine, tugging the hem of her skirt to make sure it’s in place. When she opens the car to grab her things from the back seat, the overhead light shines on her flushed face.
“It never started,” I reply, tucking my cock into my waistband with a frustrated sigh. “Hang out a minute. Calm yourself down. Anybody would know from looking at you what you were doing in here.”
“It’s not over,” she insists, but she’s talking to my back now as I stride out through the side door, leaving her behind.
I wish it were that easy to leave her behind for good.
She can’t be more than a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, but I couldn’t find the strength to push her away.
My entire existence depended on another kiss, another touch, another moment when she was mine.
Nothing else existed but us, and I can’t remember the last time anything felt so right.
I’m supposed to give that up?
“If you have one talent, it’s the uncanny ability to make life harder for yourself.” One of Dad’s favorite quips, but for once, he had a point. What am I thinking? I’m not thinking, and that’s the problem. I was doing things right for once, and now I’m back at square one.
Actually, it’s worse than that. Now I have the memories to plague me every time my thoughts wander, which is a regular occurrence nowadays.
I’m so conflicted, the sudden buzzing of my cell makes me cringe as I cross the grounds.
Rocco: Come see me up at the house.
My heart seizes.
It’s impossible.
He can’t know.
There are no cameras in the garage—no one was watching, either.
No, he probably wants to talk over the explosion at the warehouse and probably tighten up security with Giulia.
I doubt anyone would go after her, but I also know what desperate men are capable of.
They haven’t gotten to the Santoros yet and might start throwing darts wildly, hoping to hurt him any way possible.
They don’t know they’ll have to get through me to get to her. Nobody gets through me.
I’m clearheaded or at least close to it by the time I reach the hall outside Rocco’s study.
His isn’t the only voice coming from inside.
There are two others, one of which makes me clench my fists again.
I’ve managed to avoid Luca since he came back from his honeymoon last weekend, but all good things come to an end.
So long as none of them know what was going on in the garage a few minutes ago, I can grit my teeth through a meeting with that spoiled little prick.
“Alessandro.” Rocco waves me in, civil if not exactly warm. Professional. Setting an example for his second son? “I’m glad I caught you.”
“Yes, I’m sure the life of the driver is hectic.” Luca doesn’t bother hiding his smirk.
I don’t bother hiding my disdain as I look him up and down. “You got a nice tan overseas,” I observe.
“I got a lot of things overseas. Some very interesting conversations too.” He settles back in the leather armchair across from Rocco’s desk, tipping his head to the side before adding, “I’ll have to tell you about them sometime.”