Reckless & Ruined (42 page)

“What are you doing here?” he asked, kissing her lips over and over.

Alessa sighed, tilting her head back and giving him better access to her throat. “Christ, keep doing that.”

“Oh, I will.”

In fact, he planned on doing a lot more.

Adriano pushed the wool dress she wore up around her hips as he kissed and nipped at her collar bones. She wore a pink cotton thong under her dress and black pumps on her feet.

“You shouldn’t be wearing heels that high,” Adriano said, pulling the shoes from her feet and letting them drop to the floor. “You’ll break your fucking neck.”

“Pregnant, not disabled,” Alessa said, giggling.

Adriano yanked her to the very edge of the table and skimmed his hands higher under her dress until his palms were flat to her toned stomach. Alessa’s eyes widened with mirth and love, and her pink lips split with the sexiest grin.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, Lissa.”

“So, Abriella and I went shopping and she lost the guys trailing us. She dropped me off here and she’ll pick me up later. Sound good?”

Fucking hell.

“Sounds perfect,” Adriano said.

“You didn’t have anything else better to do today?”

“Nothing more important than seeing you, Alessa.”

She grinned. “I needed to hear that. I missed you.”

“I know.” Adriano shot a look over his shoulder at the soup cooking on his stove. “Since when do you eat chicken noodle soup?”

“It’s the only thing that doesn’t make me want to vomit when it’s cooking. It’s homemade.”

“I had enough shit in the fridge for that?” he asked.

“And the cupboards. Eve must have went shopping for you again.”

Adriano chuckled, drawing her closer until their noses touched. “You smell like peaches.”

“I was eating one before you got home.”

“I like it,” he murmured against her lips.

Home
.

He liked the word home on her lips.

Like this place was theirs and not just his.

Adriano would take the taste of peaches on her tongue as he kissed her instead. Alessa let him wrap her hair in his fist, tug her head back, and kiss her mouth with as much force as he could muster. He wanted to own her mouth; he wanted her to feel him there for days.

Alessa’s legs spread wider on the table as his hands slid down between her thighs. Adriano didn’t want to waste time. They didn’t have a whole hell of a lot of it as it was. Evelina could come home at any moment.

They were a ticking time bomb waiting to blow.

“Let me love you,” Adriano said, kissing her again as he stroked her pussy through the cotton thong. “You’re so fucking hot on my fingers and I’m barely doing anything at all, Lissa. Imagine how that’s going to feel when it’s my cock pounding into you.”

Alessa licked her lips and nodded. “I so want that.”

Christ.

Him, too.

“So hurry the fuck up and get on it,” Alessa added.

Adriano laughed, hard and deep. He didn’t know how to deny Alessa anything. Especially not when she asked like that.

“So wicked,” he told her.

“You made me this way.”

He had.

Adriano hooked his hands around her panties and tugged them down over her ankles. Spreading her wider and pushing her dress up around her waist, he had the best view of her pink, wet pussy spread out like a buffet on his table.

He wanted a taste. So he took it.

Dropping to his knees, Adriano gave Alessa a grin before he buried his face between her thighs and found her wet and hot flavor with his tongue. He dove in with fingers digging into her shaking hips, holding her in place, while his tongue tunneled into her tight, clenching channel.

Her surprised shout was loud and echoing. She weaved her fingers into his hair, pulling as she rocked her hips into his face with every plunge of his tongue. Adriano licked up to her clit, sweeping away her arousal and loving the way she tasted.

Nothing was better than Alessa.

Not like this.

“So fucking hot,” Alessa whispered, staring down at him with hooded eyes.

“You want to come?” he asked, slipping his thumb into her pussy before teasing her clit with his tongue. Kissing the hood of her nub, he smirked. “Do you want to fuck my mouth and come, Alessa?”

She whined the sweetest sound. “Please.”

“Of course, pretty girl.”

Adriano’s attention stayed on Alessa’s beautiful face as he attacked her clit with his tongue while his thumb slid in and out of her slippery pussy. She was incredibly soaked and it almost seemed like her body was more sensitive to his touch. The faster he flicked his tongue to her sex, the harder she rocked her hips into his mouth.

Like she wanted that orgasm. Like she was chasing after it.

Fucking needed it.

It didn’t take long at all before she was shaking all over and shouting his name.

“Adriano!”

Yeah, hell.

That’s where they were going.

But it was going to be worth it.

Before Alessa had even calmed from her orgasm, Adriano had her laid flat on the table with her legs spread wide and his pants pushed down around his hips. He freed the hard length of his erection from his boxer-briefs and stroked his cock, watching Alessa beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he said.

She was flushed, pink-cheeked, wet and ready for more.

“Now,” Alessa demanded, hooking her legs around his hips. “Fuck me now.”

Adriano slid the head of his dick along her fleshy folds and slammed home. Alessa sighed in bliss, her face contorting with her pleasure as her back lifted off the table. He grabbed her wrists in his palms, pulled her arms flat to keep her in place, and began to drive into her.

He wanted to fuck.

Hard. Rough.

He wanted to feel her come all over his cock.

“Get it again, Lissa,” Adriano said, his voice thick. “Chase that again for me, pretty girl. Show me you want it.”

Alessa’s eyes flew wide, meeting his. Her lips popped open with his name on the tip of her tongue. “Give it to me, then.”

Fuck yeah.

“How are you feeling?” Adriano asked, nuzzling the back of Alessa’s neck with his mouth and nose. She smelled like sex and him. It was better than any fucking thing he ever smelled before. And she was soft, like silk. “Any better?”

Alessa smiled, turned her head just enough to kiss his cheek, and nodded. “A lot better.”

She sat on his lap while he watched reality contestants on the television battle it out for a ridiculously small sum of money. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her a little tighter. Pretty soon, she would have to go.

“And this one?” Adriano asked, letting his fingers travel over her stomach.

“I had an appointment yesterday. They checked for the heartbeat.”

“And?”

“All seems good.”

Adriano let out a sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. “Perfect, babe.”

“Are you scared?”

“Of what?” he asked.

“People finding out.”

Adriano laughed. “You know, right now, I’m more concerned about you and getting your through your first pregnancy happy, safe, and healthy. That’s all that matters to me, Lissa.”

Alessa looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes downward as she watched him through her lashes. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” she asked.

“Realize what?”

“How much good is inside your heart; how good
you
are.”

He killed men.

He sold drugs and handled dirty money for a living.

He was born and bred mafia.

Good was the very last word he would use to describe himself.

“Am I?” he asked.

“To me you are.”

“You’re you, Lissa.”

“And I’m yours.”

Exactly.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A
lessa stepped out of the lecture hall and stood there, watching the students of Chicago State move from one hall to another while they chatted and laughed. She hadn’t expected to get back to school anytime soon, not with the way Joel had forced her out of classes for Dean’s sake.

But, with Dean dead, Joel didn’t have a reason to refuse Alessa.

Thankfully, her brother didn’t seem to have any immediate prospects for Alessa to move on with in another marriage deal, either. That, or Joel simply couldn’t arrange one because he’d smeared his family with his actions and behavior toward the Outfit and the new boss.

Either way, Alessa didn’t care.

She was at school; she had a life. Now that the Conti boss had forgiven Joel’s actions, however it was Riley managed to do that, Alessa didn’t have to worry about territory lines or being somewhere she shouldn’t.

Well, as long as her babysitters were close by.

That was better than nothing.

Alessa made her way to the parking lot where her sister’s Hummer was usually parked. Abriella still had another class to go, but Alessa didn’t mind waiting. Unlocking the large SUV with the spare set of keys she had, Alessa climbed inside and pulled out an apple juice from her messenger bag to drink.

She just tipped the bottle up to her lips when her cell phone rang. She managed to pick it up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe,” Adriano said.

Alessa grinned at the sound of his voice on the other line. It’d been a week since she spent the day with him. Being away from Adriano didn’t get easier for Alessa.

“Hey,” she replied.

“Apple juice is a good choice,” he said.

“What?”

“Apple juice is a good choice. Better than pop, I guess.”

He could
see
her.

Alessa stilled in the seat, glancing all around to see if she could find him. She couldn’t. “Where are you?”

“Close. I had business in the area and wanted to check on you,” he explained. “It’s your first day back, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“How did it go?”

“Good.”

“No incidents with puke?” he asked, jokingly.

“Nope,” Alessa said, happy over that little fact. “All is good.”

“Great.” Adriano sighed heavily. “You’ve got a plethora of guards around this school. Did you know that?”

“I suspected.”

“It’s fucking terrible.”

“That’s Joel for you,” Alessa grumbled.

Adriano made a dismissive noise. “Fuck him. You’ve got another appointment at the clinic today, yeah?”

“Just a follow-up.”

“A follow-up for what?” he asked.

“I guess they lost something in the files the last time and they want to get it all down again and correct. It’s nothing serious, Adriano. They’re just going to check the heartrate again. I’ll even record it and send it to you. Don’t worry.”

“Hard not to, Lissa. That’s my baby and I don’t even get to be there.”

Alessa frowned, hating that for him.

“And what about losing the guards so no one sees you go in to the clinic?” Adriano asked.

“Joel thinks we’re having regular checkups. Over his head, Adriano.”

“Good.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Alessa promised.

Adriano chuckled. “You better.”

She would.