The Mafia And His Angel Part 3

by Lylah James

  Alessio held my hips as we started to move to the song. It was slow and perfect. He twirled me around and then pulled me back.

  We moved together as the others started to join us. Placing my head over Alessio’s shoulder, I let him lead the dance.

  The moment felt so surreal, so perfect that tears blinded my vision. We danced for a long time, neither of us wanting to let go.

  When my feet were tired and aching, I finally pulled away. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful soft orange glow in the sky.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw Evaline dancing with someone I didn’t recognize.

  Maddie tsked beside me. “What is this girl doing?”

  I didn’t reply. My gaze stayed on Evaline, who was dancing way too close. Oh.

  Her arms went around his neck as they laughed, the man enjoying her closeness.

  Maddie laughed. “She’s crazy.”

  I glanced Nikolay’s way.

  Not good. Not good at all.

  He looked like he was ready to commit murder.

  I looked at Evaline again. This time, her eyes were on Nikolay as she continued dancing. She moved closer as she rolled her hips against the man’s groin.

  “Emm…” I started.

  “She’s playing with fire,” Maddie replied before I could say anything. “But God, I’m loving this!”

  Nikolay finally snapped, and I winced.

  He prowled toward the dancing couple and grabbed the guy by his collar, practically pulling him off his feet. He pushed him away, the man tumbling over.

  Oh dear.

  Nikolay grabbed Evaline’s hips, pulling her against him. He bent his head down and whispered something in her ear. His face looked harsh and angry.

  He thrust his hips against her before twirling her around. It wasn’t a slow, romantic dance. No, it was angry and sensual.

  Even I blushed at the scene.

  Evaline was laughing, clearly not affected by Nikolay’s anger. She pulled away from him but not before I saw her palming him between his legs.

  She winked and then sashayed away.

  Nikolay stood there for a second before following after her.

  “Is she going to be okay?” I asked, worried.

  Maddie chuckled. “Babe, she is definitely going to be okay. She just won’t be able to walk for days.”

  When realization finally dawned to me, my eyes widened, and I had to hide my smile behind my hand.

  Could this day get any better? I didn’t think so.

  Chapter 40

  As I seated myself on the plane, I looked at Alessio curiously. It was his private jet, although I wondered why we were taking it.

  “Last time we went by car,” I said.

  He nodded. “I needed to make a few stops on the way. But tonight, we don’t. The jet is faster. We’ll be there in about three hours.”

  I nodded in understanding and settled against the plush couch. Alessio took the seat in front of me, surprisingly. He spread his legs, pushing them forward and caging mine between his.

  We were both quiet as the jet took off. My gaze moved to the small window, staring outside. I could feel Alessio’s stare burning into my skin.

  After a few minutes of silence, I swallowed nervously and looked back at Alessio.

  His eyes were intense and dark with needs. My skin felt warm, my heart accelerating under his gaze.

  Anxious and waiting for a reaction, I played with the hem of my dress, but Alessio was completely in his element.

  The air around him crackled with dominance as he sat back, a small smirk on his lips.

  He watched me lick my lips and swallow against the ball of nervousness. His eyes tracked my every movement, like a predator hunting his prey.

  I hated to admit that I grew wet, his stare alone making me excited. I squeezed my legs together trying to stop the tingling between them.

  He smirked like he knew the affect he had on me.

  “Lift your dress up,” he finally demanded.

  My mouth dropped open before snapping closed. I shook my head in denial.

  “Alessio,” I hissed, glancing toward the door that separated us from the cabin crew. “They will…”

  He cocked his head to the side, waiting for me to finish. When I didn’t, he lifted the phone up, the one beside him.

  He punched in something and then brought the phone to his ear. With his gaze still on mine, Alessio spoke. His voice low and deep, husky even.

  “I don’t want anyone coming into the cabin until I call them specifically.”

  He listened to the other person talk and then smiled, dangerously I should say. “Oh, I will definitely be enjoying my flight.”

  My eyes widened as he hung up. He did not just say that!

  “Now, will you lift your dress up and bare your pussy to me, Ayla?” he asked again, raising an eyebrow.

  I gasped, my heart stammering.

  “Or should I do it for you, kitten?” he continued.

  Shaking my head, I held onto the hem of my lace dress. He waited, yet I still couldn’t move.

  “Kitten,” he warned, leaning forward.

  With shaky hands, I slowly hitched my dress up over my thighs and then my hips.

  My breathing increased, my heart running wild.

  “Does it make you wet, knowing what I am about to do with you?” he asked, his eyes still on my face.

  I swallowed and made a soft noise at the back of my throat. It was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

  Finally, his gaze traveled down to my neck, my chest, and then between my legs. I still had my lace underwear hiding me from his view.

  He tsked with a shake of his head. “Remove your panties, Ayla. I want to see your wet pussy,” he murmured roughly.

  I was unable to say no. His words were enough to drive me over the edge. Slowly, I pushed my panties down my legs.

  Alessio placed his hand out, and I handed them to him. He stuffed them into his pocket, and I could only stare with wide eyes.

  “Spread your legs, kitten.”

  I spread them without any complaints. “Look at you…you are weeping for me. I can see how wet you are from here.”

  “Alessio,” I moaned, trying to squeeze my legs together.

  He stopped me, pushing his legs between mine, forcing my thighs open.

  “Look at yourself,” he demanded.

  My head snapped down, and I licked my lips, trying to calm my breathing.

  “Beautiful,” he said gruffly. “So fucking beautiful.”

  “I want you to place one foot over the armrest,” he ordered.

  I straightened, glancing toward the door. “I won’t repeat myself, kitten. They won’t come out. Not until I ask them to.”

  I nodded slowly, my cheeks heating. There was denying that I was bright red.

  Alessio was dominant in bed but never like this.

  Clenching my eyes closed, I felt myself dripping between my thighs. My chest tightened as I lifted my leg up and placed a foot on the armrest.

  I was completely open to his lustful eyes.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me, kitten.”

  My eyes snapped opened to see him staring at me. He crossed his arms, watching me.

  I glanced down at his lap to see his hard length pressing against his zipper, looking ready to spill out. It appeared uncomfortable.

  Alessio waited for my eyes to meet his again before he lowered his gaze between my legs. He groaned at the sight, the sound traveling straight to my wet core.

  “I’m not going to touch you, kitten. You are going to fuck your pussy with your fingers while I watch.”

  My heart stuttered at his words, my mouth falling open in shock.

  “Surprised, kitten?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  I was panting now, and I was sure my face was a mask of pure unadulterated lust. Alessio was driving me crazy with need.

  “C’mon, kitten. Play with yourself. Pretend it’s my fingers fucking you.”

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p; With a word, I pushed my hand between my thighs. Alessio’s eyes flared, and I swallowed. Licking my lips, I pressed a finger against my center.

  My back bowed, and I moaned, massaging my clit. Alessio adjusted himself between his legs, his gaze unwavering.

  A jolt of electrifying pleasure coursed through me as I pushed a finger in. My chest heaved with each breath as the pressure inside of me intensified.

  I pressed my thumb over the nub, circling as I pushed another finger inside of me.

  “Fuck…just like that,” Alessio groaned, his hands fisting at his sides.

  My wet walls pulsed, clenching around my fingers as I pulled out and pushed back in. My hips thrust forward with the movement. I circled my clit harder, quicker, striving to drive me over the edge.

  My lips trembled, my eyes closing. I could hear how wet I was. Each time as I pushed my fingers in, my pussy clenched around them greedily.

  I felt embarrassed, shy even…but I was too far gone to care.

  I needed the relief but couldn’t find it.

  “Open your eyes, Ayla!” Alessio growled.

  They snapped open at his order. His head tilted to the side while his eyes burned holes into my skin. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I throbbed between my legs.

  Again and again, I thrust my fingers in and out, harder and faster, trying to relieve the ache building inside of me.

  “You can’t come, kitten?” he asked knowingly.

  Alessio smirked, looking pleased with himself. Confused, I shook my head.

  When I saw him move, I moaned, desperate for him to come closer.

  He rewarded me with just that.

  Alessio knelt down between my spread thighs, his head moving closer to my dripping core. Before I could say anything, his warm mouth covered my clit.

  His tongue darted out, and he flicked the tip of it over my nub.

  A muffled scream echoed from my throat. My body shook and pulsed. I screamed again as my orgasm hit me.

  I removed my fingers as Alessio swirled my clit with his tongue, licking my juices.

  Closing my eyes, I sagged against the couch. My legs were still shaking.

  When Alessio pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulled my wet fingers into his mouth and sucked my cream away. He grunted low in his chest.

  “You can’t come without me, kitten,” he said, smirking. “Your greedy cunt needs my touch.”

  In a daze, I could only stare at him. He sat back in his seat, not looking the least bit affected with what just happened.

  “Come here, Ayla.”

  He placed his hand out, waiting for me to take it. Silently, I took his hand, and he pulled me roughly onto his lap until I was straddling him.

  I gasped when my still-sensitive core pressed down onto his hard length. His slacks moved roughly against my bare skin, and I moaned at the new sensation.

  I was hypersensitive to his every touch.

  He thrust his hips upward, and my eyes widened, my mouth opening in a silent cry.

  “Alessio,” I whimpered, holding onto his shoulder. My fingers bit into his skin as I tried to grasp my surroundings.

  He rocked his hips against mine, his hands palming my bare ass cheeks. Alessio dragged me back and forth over his still-covered cock.

  The action was so dirty, yet it turned me on more. I grew wetter, my moans coming louder.

  “Ride me as if you have my cock inside of you right now,” he ordered.

  “Oh…” I whimpered, pulling myself up and then pushing down, circling my hips over his lap.

  He groaned, his hold growing tighter around me. “Alessio…I can’t…”

  “Yes, you can…you will come for me again,” he growled roughly in my ear before biting down on my neck.

  I felt overheated. I was tingling all over, close to falling over the edge again. When Alessio pressed a hand between us, his hand cupping my sex, my head snapped back, my back arching with pleasure.

  His palm pressed against my clit at the same time as he thrust his cock between my thighs, sending thousands of electrifying jolts into me.

  I screamed again, pressing my mouth into his shoulders. My screams were muffled, but it was obvious that I had just come again.

  Everyone must have heard it.

  My eyes closed, my body going limp over Alessio’s. I felt him placing a sweet kiss on my neck, and I hummed softly.

  We stayed like this for a long time. I couldn’t bring myself to move, and Alessio was in no hurry to move either.

  When I could finally grasp my surroundings, I opened my eyes and pulled back. Alessio stared at me intimately, his gaze just as dark and lustful as before.

  “I…” I started but then stopped.

  I had nothing to say. Couldn’t find any words.

  “I know, kitten,” he said gently, kissing my lips.

  “They heard me,” I murmured, feeling my whole body go red in embarrassment.

  “Of course they did. And I know for a fact that it turned you on more knowing that they could hear you and knew exactly what we were doing,” he replied, biting down on my lips.

  I gasped, pulling away. “No.” I shook my head, feeling completely horrified at the thought.

  Alessio laughed shamelessly. “Kitten, I know your body more than you do. You can’t deny that it excited it more.”

  Hiding my face in his neck, I refused to answer. Only because I didn’t know the answer myself.

  Alessio chuckled low in his chest. That infuriating man. I couldn’t believe he made me come like that.

  “I got you,” he whispered, holding me to him. Alessio dragged my dress down again and moved me around so I was sitting on his lap, my side to his chest.

  I could still feel his hardness against me. When I wiggled onto his lap, he hissed, his finger tightening on my hips.

  “What about you?” I whispered, peeking up at him shyly.

  “Later. What I have planned for you…we’ll need more privacy.”

  My eyes widened and sucked in a harsh, surprised breath.

  Oh dear Lord. What did I get myself into?

  But even then, excitement coursed through me at the thought.

  I smiled and kissed his lips. “Hmm…okay.”

  Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulders. Fatigue took over, and even when I tried to stop it, sleep cocooned me.

  ***

  Alessio woke up when the plane started to land. I blinked my eyes open several times. He stared down at me, his gaze loving.

  “How long was I asleep?” I asked sleepily.

  “About two hours,” he replied, placing me on the seat beside him. He fastened my belt for me and then his own.

  Alessio held my hand as the plane landed. Minutes later, we were being ushered out and then going through all the other processes before finally getting in a car.

  “The beach house,” Alessio barked, pulling me onto his lap.

  Without a word, the driver was pulling out of the parking lot. We were silent during the drive, both of us lost in our thoughts.

  I knew being back here was hard for Alessio. My stomach was already cramping painfully, and I felt nausea.

  We were both feeling the pain…the past still haunting us.

  When the car finally stopped, Alessio stepped out with me still cradled to his chest. The door was open, and he walked us inside, carrying me over the threshold yet again.

  I kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger there. “I love you, Alessio.”

  His hold grew tighter. I didn’t realize how much those words meant to him.

  Alessio turned his head to the side, his lips mere inches away from mine. He growled before kissing me. Hard and demanding. He took my lips, devouring me with hunger. I kissed him back with the same fervor.

  For a moment, I knew he was taking his frustration out in the kiss, and I took the punishing kiss gladly.

  Alessio let me down, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. He
pushed me against the wall, gripping my hair tight as he continued kissing me.

  I moaned against his lips, my hand now trying to get his jacket off. He shrugged it off quickly, never once breaking the kiss.

  When I tried to unbutton his shirt, he nipped at my lips. His grip on my hair tightened, and he gave a gentle tug back, showing me exactly who was in control.

  I threw my head back as he trailed kisses down my jaw and then my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving his mark.

  He growled a guttural groan that had my legs trembling in desire. He forced one of his legs in between mine, parting my thighs.

  My eyes clenched shut as he pulled me forward harshly, my body throbbing with need. My bare pussy dragged over his thigh until I was practically straddling his leg.

  His crotch skimmed across my stomach, and I felt his hard bulge pressing into me. His other leg forced itself between my thigh, spreading me open until I was only balancing with his hold.

  A light moan escaped past my lips as I held on to him for dear life.

  His hand glided up my thigh, leaving a burning sensation on my skin. I tingled everywhere, my mind cloudy with need.

  “You like this, don’t you? Being completely helpless to my touch?” His voice was deep and rough, filled with so much lust.

  I moaned in response, my words failing me. His hand skimmed past my thigh and reached between my legs.

  But he didn’t touch me. Alessio teased me instead, his hand so near but never touching me where I needed him the most.

  He left me hanging, precariously close to the edge but not letting me fall.

  “I’m going to own every single inch of this delicate body, kitten,” he whispered against my neck.

  He bent down slightly, his mouth over my breasts. Alessio didn’t even care that I still had my dress on. His mouth latched around an erect nipple through my dress, and he sucked hard.

  My screams could be heard around the room. He hummed, his fingers playing with my other nipple.

  “Sensitive?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

  “Yes,” I murmured as he continued to masterfully play me.

  “Even better,” he groaned, continuing to suck my nipple through my dress. I didn’t think something like this could be so sensual, so arousing.