She didn’t know this, but I saw her peeking out the window, eavesdropping on my conversation with Helen. I could sense her presence that day in the garden, could feel her gaze lingering long enough to almost expose her thoughts.
I knew at that moment that it was only a matter of time before she came looking for me, seeking an audience. Her displeasure and jealousy that day wafted through the air like an intoxicating scent. Alessia felt threatened by Helen, not just because she had a pretty face, but also because she was the one to raise my child.
A mother would do anything to protect her own. I knew this, and that was why I would never underestimate Alessia. Never. She was not comfortable with the plan to separate her from the child she’d been carrying in her womb for months. No real mother would be.
However, making her believe she would have no place in the boy’s life was the best way to hurt her. It was the best idea I could think of at the time, and so far, it was working out well. The maids told me that Alessia barely ate and that she spent most of her time within the confines of her room. This was a tough phase in her life, and a lot was happening at the same time.
The poor girl was a strong one—that was a fact. Emotionally and psychologically, her father had trained her too well. Of course, I’d never admit this to her or anyone, but it was the truth. She was a resilient one, and that was how I knew that there was no way in hell that she was going to let me have my way with the baby. She’d try some sort of way to appeal to my conscience. Fighting back would be a terrible idea; she was smart enough to know that.
But would she give up so easily? No. She wouldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature, and that was one of the many things that I admired about her. I wasn’t entirely sure how much of my conversation with Helen she heard, but I was certain that something snapped inside her that day.
I’d been waiting for a confrontation, another discussion on the issue at hand. And even though she still hadn’t said anything yet, I knew it wouldn’t take long until she came looking for me. She was probably still organizing her words, summoning the courage she needed to face me.
Alessia was no fool. She knew that there was no way she could win against me, especially when trapped in my house. Therefore, as angry as she was, she wouldn’t let her fury jeopardize her plan to be in the boy’s life.
She’d be smart in her speech whenever she was brave enough to confront me. And deep down, I couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say. Toiling with her was something that brought me some sense of satisfaction. I loved watching her squirm, loved to see the fear flickering deep inside her eyes.
I’d stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel around my waist, my body still damp from the hot shower. Faint steam rose from my skin, swirling around my form as I stood by the doorway, listening to the quiet movement outside the hallway.
I recognized those soft, delicate, slow footsteps. It was her. My lips curled into a mischievous grin, eyes fixed on the entrance. I heard her stop behind the door, and for the next few seconds, it was silent outside. There was no movement, no sound, nothing. She was obviously contemplating her next move, gathering the courage she needed.
Knock, knock.
I hesitated, pretending I had no idea who had knocked on my door. “Who’s there?”
“It’s…it’s me…Alessia,” came her stuttered response, her voice weak and faint.
I was quiet, making her feel that her presence wasn’t welcome. “It’s open.”
Slowly, she pushed the door, and as it creaked open, it revealed her standing at the entrance, the hallway lights casting a warm glow over her features. Her expression was soft, although beneath the calm exterior, I could see the fury and pain she tried to mask.
Alessia strolled into the room, her movements slow and strained, her swollen belly magnificent before her. Pregnancy looked great on her, considering how she glowed under the chandelier’s soft light. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded down her back in effortless waves, a few loose strands framing her face. Her skin, smooth and porcelain, glistened in the warm light, her brown eyes sparkling.
Since her return, I hadn’t taken the time to really look at her and appreciate what a beautiful woman she was. Even with a protruding stomach, she still radiated like a goddess, graceful and elegant in every way.
As she stood across from me, her eyes locked on mine, the air was charged with tension—on her part, anyway. She blinked a couple of times, fingers fidgeting at her sides, twisting into the hem of her sleeves. Her eyes flickered elsewhere for a second, her head dipping to avoid my face.
“What do you want?” I questioned, my voice cold as ice.
She met my eyes again, and her breath hitched, her expression soft with a glint of plea in her gaze. “I want to raise my son,” she declared, looking right into my eyes. “Please, let me raise him.” Alessia closed the distance between us, hands resting on her belly. “I know you think your fiancée will raise him well. But she won’t because he’s not hers. No woman on the face of the Earth will raise him better than his mother.”
I watched her in silence, noticing how her eyes discreetly roamed my broad torso. My body, stripped from the waist upward, seemed to be a distraction to her—a welcome one.
“What will happen to our son when your fiancée finally has her own child? How do you think she’ll treat him in comparison to her own flesh and blood?” she asked, striking a rather valid point.
“My son…” I began, my voice possessive as I drew closer. “Will be safe with me…in my house.”
“You won’t always be around Nik,” she said, blinking back the tears in her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t doubt your ability to raise our son. Your fiancée is my problem.”
I cocked my head to the side, loving the sound of that on her lips. “She is, isn’t she?” A crooked grin tugged at the corners of my mouth.
Her brows furrowed, a faint and fleeting scowl flashing across her face. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Yeah. Right.” I brushed a thumb over my nose and headed toward the closet.
She ignored the sarcasm in my tone and quietly followed after. “I don’t care about her, Nik. I just don’t want her raising my child. She will do a terrible job at that; trust me.” She halted behind me, her gaze lingering.
I heaved a sigh, my eyes fixed on the collection of suits arranged on hangers in my closet. “And you think you’ll raise him better? You think you’ll be a better mother than Helen?”
“Yes,” she replied keenly. “Yes, I will be a better mother, and I will raise him right. Gimme a chance, and you’ll see.”
I paused for a moment, her argument processing in my head. She made such a compelling point that I could not ignore, and now, I was convinced she was never going to back down from this fight. As a mother, her love superseded everything I’d ever throw at her, and her relentlessness would never stop until she got what she wanted.
At this point, Alessia left me with two choices: I could either grant her wish and have peace in my own house. Or I could pay a deaf ear and endure her constant complaints until the day the baby was born. Even then, the only guarantee that she’d shut the fuck up and accept her fate was if I put a bullet in her head. And I couldn’t do that, no matter how angry at her I was. It just wasn’t possible.
I turned around, meeting her gaze, watching how she swallowed hard, her throat tightening.
“Mere words don’t move men like you,” she stated, eyes locked on mine, a mask of seriousness etched on her face. “It’s all about deals and bargains with you, isn’t it? Quid pro quo…something for something….”
Again, I didn’t respond. I just stood there, watching, admiring her guts.
“So, name your price, Nik. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be a part of this boy’s life…to raise him myself,” she declared without breaking eye contact. Her voice was tinged with determination, and a hint of solemnity flickered in her gaze.
“Careful, now,” I warned softly, drawing closer to her. “This isn’t a game you wanna play.”
“You underestimate the lengths I’m willing to go for my son, Nik,” she replied, fear creeping underneath the courageous exterior she put up. “I don’t care what your terms are; I’ll do anything, absolutely anything, to get what I want.”
Slowly, I encircled her, smelling the mix of her anxiety, determination, and desperation. Her body stiffened as if bracing herself for my response while I walked back to stand in front of her.
“Anything, you say?” I questioned, raising a brow, amused.
Chin up, with her eyes boring into mine, she replied. “Yes.” Her fingers clenched into fists at her side.
My lips twisted into a wicked grin as I watched the slight shift in her bravery. A fleeting vulnerability danced across her features, an indication that she wasn’t as steady as she pretended to be. Alessia was afraid, and I could smell it on her like a perfume. But she’d come too far to turn back now. Her determination was rather remarkable, and in all honesty, I was impressed by her.
“I’d like you to say it again…what you said before,” I demanded, my tone smooth and easy as I tilted my head to the side, drinking in the sight of her body.
“I’ll do anything. Just say it, and I’ll obey,” she rephrased.
“Good,” came my response. “Now, strip.”
Her eyes squinted, a puzzled look settling on her face. “What?”
“You said you’d do anything. Is that right?” I asked, my gaze never leaving her eyes. The confusion in their depths was hilarious, and I almost burst out laughing.
She hesitated, blinking rapidly, as a million thoughts likely flooded her mind at once. Alessia was not expecting me to say what I did, at least not while in her present condition. Once again, I’d caught her off guard, and nothing would have prepared her for this. I could tell that she wasn’t so confident about her body anymore. She was ashamed to show me what lay beneath the fabrics of her woolen sweater, unsure of what my reaction would be, hence the reason for her hesitation.
Under different circumstances, undressing wouldn’t have been such a big deal for her, especially because she came with the premise of wanting to do anything. She had faith that I wouldn’t go down that road since she was heavily pregnant. “What’s there to see?” she might think.
“Just a second ago, you were so confident. What changed?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of mild sarcasm.
She tightened her jaw, blinking her eyes at the realization that now she was obligated to do what I wanted. I loved it when she squirmed, when she looked so confused and afraid. In this case, none of this was my fault; it was all on her. She said to say the words and that she’d obey. I’d done my part; it was time to do hers.
“What’s the matter? Not feeling up to the task?” I teased, watching her struggle to stay composed.
Without a word, she slowly shed her sweater, revealing a silk white dress draped over her body. She held my gaze while reaching for the hem of her dress, and with a gentle tug, the fabric slid down to her feet, exposing her. She stood there, naked, watching me in silence as I drank in the sight of her transformed body.
Her breasts were swollen, her soft skin simmering in the warm chandelier light. Her protruding belly concealed the waistband of her red underpants as she shifted her eyes elsewhere. Her hands were subtly lifted as if to cover her breasts, and her head was bowed in shame. Alessia was uncomfortable with my stare, and I could almost hear the sound of her heart racing like a galloping horse.
She stood there, bare and vulnerable, unable to look me in the eyes as she trembled, shoulders tightening with uncertainty. “I…I can’t offer you much in this condition,” she said, her voice faint and nearly inaudible. “My body isn’t attractive enough to entice you.” The shame in her tone couldn’t be any more glaring.
However, she was wrong. Her body might not be what it used to be, but it still enticed me; I found her body, her pregnancy, surprisingly attractive. I didn’t ask her to undress because I wanted to shame her. No. I simply wanted to look at what was mine without the obstruction of her clothes.
“Get over here,” I ordered.
She managed to raise her chin and met my eyes, then hesitated for a second before stepping forward.
I placed a palm on her belly, and with the other hand, my fingers caressed the hair that framed her face. In that moment, everything shifted, and the line between power and submission blurred.
My eyes roamed her body for a moment, drinking in the gorgeous sight in front of me. I stared deeply into her eyes, my hand fondling her left breast, gentle and delicate. Her chest heaved, and her breath hitched in her throat as she trembled in my presence. I saw it in her eyes, the fear, the skepticism, but beneath that, I saw something else, something that resembled desire.
She wanted me—I could tell, even though she tried to mask it with her anxiety. Her eyes betrayed her, as did the subtle rise and fall of her chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She was seven months pregnant, so my pull was anything but rough. Her lips quivered, her eyes blinking rapidly as I drew closer, fingers deliciously pinching her nipple.
I felt her breath against my face, warm and inviting, as a soft moan escaped her mouth. She leaned in, anticipating the collision of our lips, but I wasn’t ready to kiss those cherry lips just yet. I wanted to tease her, make her wet and want me. She responded to the gentle grazing of my fingers over peaks with a moan so sweet that it ignited a flame within me.
I hadn’t realized that I’d missed that sound until she made it, and it rang in my ear like a melodious tune. I placed my palms on her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh in a slow, massaging motion. She looked exhausted, both mentally and physically—a little massage, a little touch in the right places, should be enough to fix her. For now.
She rolled her neck, her eyes closed as she basked in the comfort my hands provided. And when she least expected it, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She reopened her eyes, and although she didn’t kiss me back at first, it didn’t take long before I felt her tongue sliding into my mouth. We both drew in a long breath, eyes shut, heads tilting sideways, driven by passion.
My fingers still massaged her body, and as her muscles relaxed, her stress dissipated into thin air. I rubbed the back of her neck, sliding my thumbs down, one after the other, before pushing my fingers into her hair. There, I massaged her scalp so well that she ended up melting into my arms. Her legs turned to jelly, weakened by the sensation coursing through her body. Her eyes rolled back, revealing nothing but white.
By now, she’d broken the kiss and was struggling to stand on her feet, swayed by the ecstatic wind blowing against her. I switched to her temples, digging my thumbs in there, my eyes fixed on the erotic expression she had on. Alessia was swooning in ecstasy, lost in passion and almost oblivious to what was happening around her.
It wasn’t until I let go and took my hands off that she reopened her eyes and looked at me, her breath hitching. The flame that my touch had ignited within her, the same one she tried so hard to snuff out, was now burning so bright that I could see clearly in her gaze. Again, she tried to mask it—to hide from me—but I could see right through her.
My gaze swept across her body, my hand rubbing over her protruding belly as I studied her body language. “Sit,” I said, my voice laced with authority as I gestured back to the bed.
She clenched her jaw, exhaling softly before doing as she was told. She didn’t turn back, nor did she break eye contact with me until the back of her legs hit the frame of the bed. Then, she paused, still holding my gaze.
“Sit,” I repeated, watching her, reveling in the uncertainty that etched her features.
Without a moment of hesitation, Alessia sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting the next instructions.
“Good girl,” I whispered, drawing nearer, my steps slow and deliberate. “Now, lie on your back.”
She did. She lowered herself onto the bed, her chest heaving gently. I halted before her and dropped to my knees, my hands slipping underneath the hem of her dress. I caressed her thighs, feeling the faint quiver of her legs as I traveled up her tunnel.
“Relax,” I whispered, my voice deep and husky. “Surrender.” I leaned in between her legs and inhaled the scent of her arousal, my fingers rubbing over the fabric of her black underpants.
I could sense her unease and slight discomfort. But not to worry, I’d fix those in a bit. My fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and gently tugged them down, taking them off completely. Her neatly-shaved cunt presented itself before me, clean and inviting. I felt my mouth water as I sniffed her depths while holding her legs in place.
She threw her hands upward and covered her face, her chest swelling with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I lowered my head, my nose grazing her swollen clit while teasing her with the tip of my tongue. A soft moan left her lips, her pussy pulsating, waiting to be eaten. She steeled herself, her body stiffening, her breath labored and hard to catch.
Another moan came forth, a bit louder this time, a response to my tongue parting her folds. I placed it flat over her entrance and gently began moving my head. Up…down. Up…down. Up…down. I kept going in that manner while my fingers massaged her thighs. I could tell that she’d covered her mouth, considering how muffled her moans were. But that didn’t matter; what mattered was my plan to make her have an orgasm from oral sex.
I was in no hurry to end this, not at all, and as far as I was concerned, the night was still young. I had all the time in the world to please her in ways she’d never dreamed of. She thought she could keep her moans back. She thought she could take the full session without making a noise. She was mistaken because if she didn’t scream, I wouldn’t stop. If she didn’t squirt, I wouldn’t stop.
One hand soon left her mouth and landed on my head, her fingers rubbing through my hair. She subtly bucked her hips as if seeking deeper contact, her labored breaths growing more and more intense by the minute. I twirled the tip of my tongue over her clit, my teeth deliciously grazing it. She pressed down against my head, pushing me deeper between her legs.
Her juice was all over my mouth as I ate her up, exploring her depths with an insatiable hunger fueling my desire.
I pulled back for a second to confess, “You taste really good.”
Without waiting for her response, I dug back into her tunnel, my tongue licking her nectar as I savored the taste of her wetness.
Her hand on my head kept pushing while the other remained clasped over her mouth. Her moans were muffled, her legs trembling beneath my hold. Despite her big belly, she still managed to arch her back in pleasure, and in a split second, I heard it—the sharp, high-pitched moan that pierced the air. She must have taken her hand off her mouth, and the moment she let out that moan, I was set ablaze with want.
Alessia lay back against the pillows, her breaths already shallow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as my mouth dipped lower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted her skin golden, and when I jerked my eyes, I caught hers, half-lidded, as she watched me through heavy lashes.
She squeezed against the sheets, knuckles white as the fabric wrinkled beneath her grip. I continued sucking, eating and exploring her depths as she let out a low, broken cry. Her back shifted a bit off the mattress in response, her voice coming in soft, shaky whimpers that cranked up the heat inside me.
I slid my middle finger in through her cunt, and her body arched, a moan catching in her throat—raw and unrestrained. Her thighs instinctively closed around me, trembling, but I held her open, savoring every sound she made.
And then, out of the blue, I heard my name on her lips—faint, like a prayer on repeat. “Nik…oh, Nik….” Her moans were building in waves that matched the rhythm of my tongue. “Please…don’t stop. Nik…oh, God, don’t stop.”
Her tone drove me wild with need, and I continued to eat her while simultaneously fingering her pussy. With or without her pleas not to stop, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She tasted so good that I could spend the whole night eating her up.
The way she writhed, the way her belly fluttered under my touch, the way her thighs squeezed around my shoulders—it was all intoxicating.
“Oh, God, Nik, I think I’m gonna cum,” she announced, her voice sweet and spicy. “Keep going, right there…yes, right there,” she moaned, lost in ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum—please, don’t stop.”
Stop? Now? Hell, no.
I kept going, eating and eating while doing the come-hither gesture with my finger inside her. I looked up in time to catch the scrunched-up expression on her face, the pleasure etched in her gaze. She’d turned red from all that intense sensation coursing through her veins, and her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
Her body was stiffened, her mouth shaped like an “O,” yet no sound came forth. Her face was contorted in pleasure, and her eyes had turned completely white. With her palm, she stimulated her clit, quickly rubbing her fingers over it while I ate. “Fuck, yes, I’m cumming!” She steeled herself, her voice a deep, throaty groan that drew out the ache beneath my skin.
I continued to eat, continued to pressure her G-spot with the come-hither gesture while she fervently rubbed her clit. Her voice ceased, and her cry caught in her throat. But neither of us would stop or slow down on her stimulating her cunt.
“Nik, oh, Nik!” she screamed, writhing over the wrinkled sheets.
Her thighs shook as she unraveled beneath me, her breath catching as the pressure inside her crested.
Then, it broke.
Her climax hit like a tidal wave—sharp, intense, and all-consuming. She arched her back high off the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets like an anchor as her hips ground desperately against my mouth. A guttural cry tore from her throat, her eyes shut in ecstasy, her face a mask of pleasure. Her whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her blood.
Alessia’s moans melted into sobs of release, and her toes curled as the tension in her legs tightened. Gradually, it gave way to quivering aftershocks. Yet, I didn’t pull back. I didn’t withdraw. I kept eating and kissing her through it. The more she writhed, the more I rode each wave until she collapsed onto the mattress. Spent. Breathless and boneless.
She gasped for air, her legs still shuddering from her intense release. Her hands darted upward, fingers combing through her now slightly dampened hair. Her body was yet to stop shaking like she’d caught a cold, except this was nothing but absolute pleasure. She lay on her back, exhausted and breathing heavily, probably wondering what the hell just happened.
Alessia managed to position herself on her elbows, her gaze locked to mine. In her eyes, I saw the flame from earlier—it still burned just as bright. She might have had an orgasm, but that didn’t mean that she was done yet; it didn’t mean that she was satisfied.
I climbed onto the bed, careful not to press against the gentle curve of her belly. She reached out and claimed my lips, her kiss deep and fervent. Her hand traveled down my groin, and with her fingers, she deftly undid the folds of the towel around my waist. She broke our kiss for a fleeting moment, her eyes dropping to my shaft, hard and veiny. She took it in her hand, and, while looking into my eyes, she stroked my length like a woman who knew exactly how to pleasure a man.
She scooped my precum in her grip, smearing the fluid all over my member. It served as a makeshift lube, aiding the to-and-fro movement of her hand over my cock. My palm framed her face as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our heads danced to the flow of the passion coursing through our bodies.
My hand left her face and settled on her bosom to fondle both her breasts, one at a time. She took my hand and lowered it down to her tunnel, a silent gesture at what she wanted: to be fingered. Her wish was my command, and I’d do anything to please her right now. Tonight was about her, about reminding her of the good time we once had before she chose to run away.
I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, her warmth enveloping me. She was super wet, and her cunt was slippery. The deeper I dug into her, the more she stroked my cock, her fingers working the kind of magic that almost had me climaxing. But not yet. I wasn’t done with her.
She let go of my cock, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible grin. Alessia rolled over and went down on all fours, her ass set in front of me. This was what she wanted—backstroke.
My knees sank into the mattress and I positioned myself behind her, my cock hovering outside her entrance. I ran my cap between her folds, first teasing her while fondling and spanking her ass. She winced in rapid response, her body flinching for a split second.
“Oh, my goodness,” she moaned, exhaling sharply as I pushed my cock into her entrance.
Alessia gripped the sheets tightly, her pussy swallowing me whole. She was warm and slippery—just the way I liked it. She lowered her head, her grip tightening around the sheets as I traveled deeper and deeper into her. “Yes, please, stretch me out,” she whispered under her breath.
I buried myself deep inside her before pulling out by a fraction. Before she could register what was happening, I slammed hard against her from behind. A loud moan tore from her throat, her breasts bouncing back and forth as I plunged harder into her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her hard nipples brushing against the pillows beneath her.
I spanked her butt, reveling in the soft wince that left her lips. With relentless strokes, I continued to drive into her, her moans fueling my desire. I molded her ass, fingers digging into her flesh before I clutched a handful of her hair. As I pulled it back, her head jerked, with her face toward the ceiling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled, squeezing hard against the sheets beneath her. “Harder, please. Go harder,” she whispered under her breath, too shy or embarrassed to say it too loudly.
But I needed to hear her say those words. I was desperate to break her to the point where she was no longer shy. Despite being free enough to let me hear her moans—raw and unrestrained—she was still holding back.
That was about to change.
Alessia mumbled the same words again, her body jerking back and forth to the rhythm of my relentless strokes.
“Louder,” I commanded. “Say it louder.”
She repeated the words, her tone low and even, filled with ecstasy.
“I didn’t hear you. Say it louder.” I tugged on her hair, not too roughly but enough to inflict her with a fleeting sweet pain.
“Harder, please. Go harder,” she begged, her voice sharp and melodious.
I let go of her hair, and she immediately buried her face in the pillow beneath her. With both of my hands gripping her waist, I plunged harder, driving deeper inside her pussy. Alessia bit on the pillows, her fingers tightening around the sheets as she tugged at them reflectively.
I wouldn’t stop, nor would I slow down.
She raised her head and moaned out loud, “Yes, right there. Harder. Harder!” Then, she returned to biting on the pillows again.
Her legs trembled, her moans growing louder and louder by the minute. I hit her hard and fast from the back, occasionally spanking her ass. The more I rammed her, the tighter she squeezed the sheets. I let out a guttural groan, my legs shaking, muscles tight with the edge of release as I rocked into her. With each thrust, I drove deeper, sweat trickling down my forehead.
My breath grew ragged, each movement more desperate than the last—until I let out a low, primal growl, my voice thick with pleasure. My release surged through me, hot and pulsing, as I spilled my essence deep inside her throbbing cunt. In a split second, I held her close as if I could melt into her completely.
Her pussy accepted every single drop of my load until I pulled out of her. I watched her body drop carefully to the mattress, legs shaking, knees quaking. She was too numb to speak, but the look in her eyes revealed her shock and astonishment.
I bet no man had ever handled her the way that I did, and this was more than enough reason for her to rethink. The way she looked at me, breathless and in awe, stirred a sense of satisfaction within me. Alessia’s gaze wouldn’t leave mine. She didn’t say a word, but I could almost hear her thoughts going wild with excitement.
Yes, she hated it here. But it was in times like these that she forgot all about her situation. I was certain that right now, in this very moment, nothing else mattered—nothing but the great time she just had.
The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over her gorgeous body, her smooth skin glistening in the soft light. She lay there on my bed, completely naked, biting her lower lip with her eyes fixed on me. Her breath was still difficult to catch, her chest heaving slowly. Alessia wouldn’t take her eyes off me, and somehow, I couldn’t take mine off her either.
I could feel it—the connection between her and me growing by the minute. This feeling she stirred up within me had yet to be named. Or maybe I did have a name for it, but I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
Whatever the case, one thing was certain: Alessia had unlocked something in me. She had successfully slithered her way into my heart. This woman had captured my soul, trapping and enchanting me—that was why I couldn’t find a way to get her out of my mind.
Tonight was a reminder of how much I cared for her, how much I craved her. Even after all these months, even with her pregnancy, she was still just as hot, sweet, and sexy as before. For someone who claimed she couldn’t offer me much because her body wasn’t as it used to be, she sure took me to heaven and back.
With what I’d enjoyed tonight, I wasn’t sure I was ever letting her slip through my fingers again. No way. Alessia was mine, and no one would dare come between us; I wouldn’t let them. The mere thought of losing her again, especially now that she was carrying my child, infuriated me.
I couldn’t fathom the idea of someone else’s hands all over her body. No. She was mine and no one else’s. I’d kill whoever I had to in order to have her by my side all day long.
