Chapter 30
Alcee’s hands moved from her lap to slide up the strong biceps of the man holding her gingerly on his lap. Reaching his shoulders she found herself pressing her upper body closer to him as his fingers massaged her scalp while he kissed her.
Nothing about the way he was kissing her spoke of a man who would ruthlessly murder people or threaten his own family. Yet, she knew he was who he was, despite the tender treatment he was bestowing onto her. This man was quite possibly one of the most dangerous and lethal men in the entire world of mafia and underground criminal activity. The fact he was kissing her with such gentleness was not lost on her.
Her fingers inched along his arms to his shoulders, holding him as the kiss deepened, his tongue dipped and retreated from the warmth of her mouth with finesse. As if tasting a tantalizing torturous treat, she longed for the kiss to be more and as Torq adjusted under her bottom, where she sat across his lap, she knew she wasn’t the only one affected by this..
He gently pulled back and tapped her cheek with his fingertip, “Alcee, look at me.”
His face was reddened, his nostrils flared a smidge and his breathing uneven and yet he still demonstrated more control than she was feeling
“What are you thinking?” his swallowing was audible.
“Do it again,” she bunched his shirt in her fingertips and leaned closer to him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he did as she commanded, this time the kiss deeper and hungrier. Their teeth clashed as his nose roughly smashed against hers. His fingers were now tugging her hair as he leaned her backwards against the arm of the sofa and caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it taut before sucking it between his lips and releasing it. The moan she gave made him grumble as he leaned over ber.
Her hands slid around his thick neck, burrowing into his hair and clutching his head to hers. Her own tongue was hungrily chasing his, deep into the recess of his mouth, capturing the moan which rose from deep in his chest.
Somehow, she was off his lap and on her back with him prone over her, his upper body held aloft by his elbow as he crushed her into the plushness of the sofa. His erection pressed through his trousers against her thigh as they kissed like it was their last chance to ever do so.
Her panties were drenched under her jeans, the seam of which were rubbing as she arched her privis upwards desperate for contact against the rigid firmness of his body. His body felt heavy and lush against hers and like a cat in heat she was rubbing against him for relief of the ache pulsating at her most sensitive juncture.
Her lips felt swollen and puffy as he broke the kiss, his breathing far more erratic than the first kiss and he stared into her eyes as if asking an unspoken question. She prayed she was conveying the right answer and then gasped when he used one hand to reach between them and boldly tear her blouse apart, buttons popping everywhere. His head lowered and sucked deep on her neck, certainly leaving a mark she was going to find later. Her response to his brutal and hungry assault was to rock her hips, humping at him like a mad woman.
His lips trailed a blazing path from the beating pulse at her throat to her lace clad nipple Sucking her through the thin fabric he pulled her deep into his mouth, sucking with such verve her back arched up high. His ar slipped under her holding her up higher as he sucked and nipped her through the material and then he turned his attention to the other.
“Tell me you fed him with your breasts.” He growled against her skin.
“I did. Thirteen months.”
“Fucking beautiful, his fingers behind her back unclasped her bra and with his teeth he was yanking it upwards to find the naked flesh beneath. She writhed against his mouth, clutching his head to her breast as he hungrily devoured her, suckling and leaving deeper marks there than on her throat. She knew he was leaving her skin marred with his marks and she wasn’t about to argue. When he started to pull back she whimpered.
“I need the bra off you baby. Let’s get this blouse off you completely. Then the bra and maybe those pants too. I think I really want to taste your pretty pussy.
“ph.” She gasped as met her rocking hips with a deep thrust of his own, repositioning his hardened cock against her pelvis.
“Be a good girl and let me undress you.”
“Wait.” She protested and saw the confusion etched on his face. “We’re too open, Bedroom. Let’s go to the bedroom.
“Fuck yes please.” He scooped her up faster than she knew was possible and he was hurrying down the ball to the room which was across from Antero’s. He paused at the door of their son and grinned at as the very loud snoring coming from behind the closed door. “He snores like me
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“I don’t remember you snoring,” she frowned at him.
“Because other than about twenty minutes of sleep, I stayed awake all night watching you. I fell asleep about twenty minutes before Tito banged on the door to tell me they caught the fuckers trying to homb my car.” He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. “No interruptions tonight, love.” He kissed her mouth softly before dropping her into a seated position on the edge of the bed.
He stood in front of her and quickly pulled his dress shirt over his head, not even bothering to unbutton it. The undershirt beneath it caught on his chains and his neck and he gave it a good pull before he threw it aside. When he reached for his belt she reached out a shaking hand and stopped him.
“May I do it?”
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