by Lylah James
“I got you,” he muttered.
I was balancing over the edge, ready to fall, and I begged Alessio silently. My body was strung tight, my muscles corded together. I needed relief. I needed him.
I knew he was close when his thrust became faster. Alessio reached underneath me and cupped my back, tilting me upward as he plunged forward again.
As soon as he rested deep inside me, my orgasm exploded with such ferocity. My vision blurred as my body went limp under Alessio. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was broken into tiny pieces. I was floating, a limp mess.
He thrust into me one final time. Deeper and harder. And I heard him groan loud and deep, his face twisted almost painfully as he twitched above me with his orgasm. His hips jerked against mine. He quivered with his release as we came together.
In that moment, I was his. Only his.
Our eyes were connected, but our souls came together too, bonding, holding tight, refusing to ever let go.
Alessio let go and laid on top of my shaking body, heaving desperately for breath as I did the same. I couldn’t process what just happened. My mind was fuzzy, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around Alessio’s shoulders.
Was this how it felt? To be with someone…like this?
Tears blinded my vision as I quickly blinked them away. Alessio buried his face in my neck, and he placed a kiss there.
Finally lifting his head, he looked at me with soft blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm…”
“Sure?”
“Mhm.”
He let out a small laugh. “Is that all you can say?”
“Mhm.”
I really couldn’t say anything else. My body was sore and languid. I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Have I worn you out, kitten?” he whispered before taking my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Mhm.”
Pulling back, he chuckled at my lack of words. He gave me a quick peck on the nose before rolling off me.
I closed my eyes, my body still spread over the bed, too tired to move. I heard the water run in the washroom, and then a few minutes later, I felt something warm between my legs.
My eyes opened to see Alessio cleaning me with a warm towel. “I got you,” he whispered the same words again.
He went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel before walking out in all his nakedness again. Alessio joined me on the bed and pulled the cover over us. Lying on his back, he pulled me into him until I was half on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my arms thrown over his waist, and my legs tangled with his.
I sighed and snuggled tighter into his warm and safe embrace.
Alessio placed a kiss on my forehead, his arms tightening around my back in a protective manner. “Sleep, Ayla.”
With the sound of his beating heart to my ear, I let sleep take over, letting my mind and body go.
But before I fell asleep, a thought registered into my mind. I smiled sleepily, my heart dancing with happiness.
Alessio didn’t fuck me.
He made love to me.
Chapter 4
Alessio
Ayla made a slow descent over my cock, and as soon I rested deep inside her, I saw panic flash in her eyes, her body freezing for a second. My fingers instinctively tightened on her hips.
I could sense her spiraling down toward the darkness, but I wasn’t going to let her lose herself again.
“Ayla, open your eyes,” I demanded quickly. Her eyes snapped open instantly, fear glistening in her pleading green eyes. She wanted this, as much as me, yet she was scared of falling back into the darkness.
I tried to soothe her, and slowly, the fear started to disappear from her eyes.
“Easy and slow. We’re taking it slow,” I soothed with my words.
Slow. A strange word to describe sex. I’ve never done slow before. It used to be just raw fucking. But with Ayla, it was different.
Ayla seemed to accept my words, and her body relaxed.
There was only me and her.
Not my past or hers. It was just us. Alessio and Ayla. Both of us lost in each other’s eyes. Both of us lost in each other.
I never thought it was possible to feel that way. To feel so deeply connected to one person, but with Ayla, I felt it. Her fear, her pain…it was my own. In this moment, I felt everything.
A moan escaped past her lips, and that was enough to snap the little shred of control I had. “Ayla, I’m going to switch us around.” I groaned as her pussy clenched around my cock.
When she nodded, I quickly rolled us around and positioned myself between her spread thighs before thrusting deep inside of her. A gasp whispered across her parted lips, and I placed a kiss there. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s only me. Just me. No one else but me.”
I gave a tentative push, and she moaned, her back arching up. “Don’t let go of me,” I whispered. Ayla nodded, and her hands frantically moved to my shoulders as I thrust inside of her again. Resting deep inside her tight pussy, my muscles tightened with the need to come.
I pulled back slightly before pushing back in. Taking her legs, I pushed them upward until the soles of her feet rested on the bed and she was wide open to me. I picked up the pace, my movement urgent as we both raced toward our release. Faster and deeper, we found a rhythm, our bodies moving together.
I wanted this to last longer, but I knew she was close. I was too, my cock swelling inside her, stretching her tight walls.
She moaned, her nails biting into my back. Her body was strung tight, her muscles corded together with tension and intense pleasure. Her eyes begged me for release, and I gladly gave it to her.
Grasping her ass, I tilted her hips upward, slamming inside of her, my pelvis pressing against her clit. She gasped, and then I felt her clench tightly around me as she came. Her body quivered with her release, and her face softened, her eyes turning glassy.
Her tight pussy sucked me deeper into her, driving me insane. Thrusting into her one last time, I found my release too. I jerked inside her, my fingers tightening on her thighs in a bruising grip. Our eyes stayed connected as we came, and that was the most intimate moment in my life.
This was more than just fucking. It was more. It meant more. I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her, something I’ve never done before.
But Ayla was everything.
She was an Angel. She deserved more than just a simple fuck. She deserved sweet loving.
I didn’t think I could feel this way, but with Ayla, I had no control of my feelings. She overwhelmed my senses, surrounding me with her sweet, gentle soul. She made me feel.
Collapsing on top of her soft body, I buried my face in her neck as we both rode our orgasms, both of us lost in this raw bliss. No words were spoken. They weren’t needed.
My breathing was harsh to my own ears as my heart pounded rapidly and loudly against my ribcage, matching Ayla’s. Placing a kiss over her bare shoulder, I lifted my head and stared down into her hazy green eyes. “Are you okay?”
She hummed. I had worn her out.
Letting out a chuckle at her lack of words, I eased out of her, and her eyes closed with a sigh, her body going limp. Smiling, I gave her a quick peck on the nose and rolled off the bed.
I made my way to the washroom and rolled the condom off me, dropping it into the bin beside the counter. I soaked a towel and cleaned myself before returning to the room with another warm towel.
Ayla was still in the same position I left her, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could go all night, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.
Kneeling on the bed beside her, I cleaned the mess we made between her thighs. She smiled groggily at me before closing them again. Shaking my head with a low chuckle, I went to the bathroom and threw the towel into the basket.
I joined her in bed again and wrapped my arms around Ayla, pulling her into my body. Her body cocooned into mine, and my heart thumped to a strange beat. “Sleep, Ayla,” I told her softly.
I watched
Ayla’s eyes flutter closed, and almost immediately she was asleep, her breathing soft and even. My arm tightened around her waist, and she snuggled tighter into me, a sigh of contentment escaping past her lips.
I stroked a hand through her hair, my fingers softly gliding behind her back. After everything she had been through, she trusted me. But there was a fear instilled inside of me. I had no control over what I felt for Ayla.
The thought of having any type of feelings for any woman almost paralyzed me. I couldn’t allow it. It couldn’t happen. History couldn’t repeat itself.
But it was too late.
Ayla had become my weakness. My only weakness. A weakness I couldn’t have.
Even though this fear was constant in my mind, it was a fight I couldn’t win. I had tried to steel myself, building a wall between Ayla and myself. But she had broken those walls.
Without even doing much, she had made her way into my heart. Ayla had won. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, I was lost in her. Completely and deeply lost in her.
Chapter 5
I walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Maddie and Lena finishing up with breakfast. As soon as Maddie saw me, she waved. “Good morning. Where’s Ayla?”
“She’s still sleeping. I’m going to take our breakfast upstairs,” I said, nodding toward the tray.
“Oh.” Maddie raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes glistening mischievously, but I just glared. She shrugged. “I’ll set a tray for you,” she mumbled, tilting her face down as she hid her smile. Leaning against the wall, I waited for her. “There you go,” she said, giving me the tray.
Taking it from her hand, I turned around to leave. “Thank you,” I said before leaving the kitchen and making my way upstairs.
Closing the door behind me, I walked further into the room to find the bed empty. I frowned and placed the tray on the coffee table, looking around the room for Ayla.
“Ayla?” I called out.
When I heard the bathroom door open, I quickly swiveled around and saw Ayla coming out with a towel in her hand. She was dressed in her maid outfit.
“Alessio,” she breathed at the sight of me. “I thought you left.”
“I went to get us breakfast,” I muttered, walking toward her.
“Oh,” she whispered, looking down almost shyly. I found it endearing that she was feeling shy even after last night.
Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head up. “Why do you always look away from me?”
She bit down on her lips nervously, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. With her soft body plastered against mine, I felt myself harden as I remembered the night before.
Ayla shrugged at my question and placed her hands over my chest. She licked her plump lips, and before I could stop myself, my lips were on hers.
Her lips were soft like velvet, and I licked the seams, demanding entrance. She gave in to my demands, and our tongues moved together in a fiery dance. She met my kiss with the same intensity, pushing her body closer to mine.
Ayla consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. She was right; she was fire, and I was going to burn. We were both going to burn.
Gasping for breath, we broke the kiss. Her fingers tightened around my suit jacket, and she sighed.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, pulling away.
She nodded with a smile and placed a hand over her stomach. “Famished.”
Taking her hand in mine, I walked us toward the sofa. I sat down and grasped her hips, pulling her to my lap. Ayla laughed and snuggled into my embrace.
“Are you going to feed me?” she teased, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Do you want me to feed you?”
“No.” She laughed.
I had to smile. The free and happy expression on her face was something I wanted to savor and never forget. Her laughter did something to my heart.
Her happiness made me happy. She calmed me. In the same way that I brought her peace, she brought me peace too. I haven’t felt peace since my mother’s death. It was now a foreign emotion. But with Ayla, I could forget all the darkness inside of me.
Placing a kiss on her forehead, I leaned forward and picked up a piece of biscuit and held it to her lips.
Ayla looked at me strangely and hesitated for a second before taking a bite. I alternated between feeding her bites of eggs, toast, and some fruit. “Do you want juice?” I asked, brushing away the crumbs that rested on the corner of her lips.
“Hmm…”
I was about to grab the glass when Ayla stopped me with a hand on my arm. “You haven’t eaten anything yet,” she murmured.
I chuckled low under my breath. I didn’t even realize that. Ayla smiled and then leaned forward, taking a piece of toast in her hand and slowly pressing it to my lips.
Surprise filled me, and I opened my mouth, letting her feed me the piece. Encouraged by my response, this time she took her turn to feed me. It was something unusual, but it felt intimate. This moment shared between us was something special.
As she brought the glass of juice to my lips, I stopped her. “What are you doing, Ayla?”
“I’m feeding you,” she replied, cocking her head to the side.
“Why?”
“Because I want to.” Ayla brought her other hand up and placed it over my cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth. “I don’t know how to repay you for this, Alessio. For everything you’ve done for me. I guess I just want to do the little things I can, to let you know how I feel.”
She lightly caressed over my jawline and then pressed her fingers to my lips. “Sometimes words aren’t enough,” she whispered.
Her words did crazy things to my heart.
Ayla moved the glass closer, and I parted my lips for her. Our gaze never left each other as I drank from the glass. When I was done, she took a sip and then placed the glass on the tray.
She never ceased to amaze me.
Ayla stared at me for a few seconds, her expression changing from happy to uncertain. I saw her swallow hard, and then she leaned forward, quickly placing a kiss on my lips before moving back.
I felt an eyebrow arch in question, and she ducked her head timidly. I lifted her chin up and dipped my head, moving down until our lips were mere inches apart. Ayla’s eyes flared in surprise, and she leaned forward again until our lips were joined together.
The first touch of our lips felt electrifying, almost like the first time I kissed her. Every time I kissed her was like the first. Our kiss was light and exquisitely gentle. She sighed almost dreamily into my lips as we broke off the kiss.
Ayla made a little contented sound and snuggled deeper into my chest. She placed a kiss on my shoulder and rested her head there.
A sense of comfort filled my heart as I wrapped my arms around her. I never thought I would need this. Holding someone, just being like this. Silent but still connected. This wasn’t what I was looking for, but Ayla came crashing into my life and gave me something I didn’t even know I needed.
My father was right.
An angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. She is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock.
I gave up hope of finding my Angel a long time ago. After I lost my mother, the only person who was my everything, I believed that Angels didn’t exist. I thought it was all a lie.
But Ayla…she truly was an Angel.
***
Walking into my office, I saw my men already waiting for me. Seeing them reminded me of who I actually was. For the past few days, I had been so lost in Ayla, only focusing on her. But now it was time to be Alessio Ivanshov. It wasn’t easy, leading almost a double life…an experienced and well-known businessman by day and a crime lord by night. But this was second nature for me. I was bred to do so since my first breath.
Nikolay leaned away from the wall and started. “I’ve done rounds through the clubs. Fifteen in all. Alberto has been quiet around them, and there has not been much activity from his men. The women are safe. As safe as they can be in a place like that.”
I nodded and looked at Artur. “What happened to the other women?”
He shook his head, dejection clear on his face. “We didn’t get there in time. There were kids with them too.”
Pounding a fist on the table, I stood up as fierce anger assaulted me. “How the fuck didn’t you get there in time? You knew about this for a week.”
“Boss, he knew we were spying. His men took a different route to deliver the women and the kids to the buyer.”
“Fuck!” I swore, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. “How many?”
“About twenty women,” he said, looking down in defeat.
Alberto was part of a human trafficking ring. Because of his alliance with the Mexican cartel, it was too strong to stop.
I had just failed twenty women. Twenty women and kids I could have saved.
“You’re no longer in control of this job,” I growled at Artur. His head snapped up, and he stared at me in shock.
“Nikolay is taking over,” I said through gritted teeth. “Next time, I don’t want a fucking mistake on this.”
“Boss,” Nikolay nodded, his face filled with conviction.
“Viktor,” I snapped toward him.
“I’ve been keeping tabs on Alberto, and Mark called back with details,” he started calmly and then paused.
“Alberto is weak on his own, but if he had the other’s alliance, then he is much stronger. He’s in deep with the Mexican cartel. He wants to expand his empire. He knows the only way to weaken you is by getting the others on his side, business-wise.”
Sitting down, I rubbed a hand over my face, my body vibrating with rage and a thirst for my enemies’ blood. Squeezing my hands in first, I closed my eyes. I thought about asking for support from the other Families.