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Gregorio kissed her like a man starving. No, he hadn’t gone without sex for twelve years, but he hadn’t kissed a woman since that fateful day when she was a girl. That was for her, only her. He kissed her now so she could feel every single emotion he was feeling. He was god damn good and well going to have her. Now.
He moved his hands to her ass and picked her up. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he felt like he had won the fucking lottery. His hands squeezed her plump ass, and he walked to the tables overlooking the valley below them. He knew his men guarding the roads would ensure they had privacy.
Sitting her on the edge of the stone table, he pulled back from her slightly and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m taking you home with me, Alessandra.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was his. They would soon be married, but for now he was taking what was his.
“Okay.”
He noticed that she kept running her hands over his body and pressing kisses along his throat. “I will have one of the guys get your car,” he said and nibbled her throat. He was addicted to her taste, and he was going to bathe in that sensation because she was his weakness. He knew that. He would always need a taste of her. One day he hoped to control that so that his enemies wouldn’t see his weakness, but in the meantime he would protect her and keep her safe.
“Okay.”
She seemed stuck on that word. He was fine with it though, because she kept kissing him and nibbling on his throat. His cock was so fucking hard he knew he could fucking hammer nails into concrete but soon, really soon, he was going to ensure he was able to put his dick where it should be. Inside of her.
“You are going to marry me in thirty days.” It wasn’t a question. Gregorio was done asking questions. It was a statement of fact. He was going to marry her and he was going to keep her too.
“Okay.”
There was that breathless word again, which had him laughing just a small bit. “Come on, baby.” Again, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He reveled in how fucking much she wanted to touch him as well. He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he simply carried her to his car. Once she was in the passenger seat, he buckled her up and then walked over to his side of the car.
Home. It was time for him to take her home. It wasn’t as opulent as the home she had grown up in, but it was his, free and clear. He had busted his ass for the last five years to ensure she had everything she could possibly want. He’d built the house from the ground up with her in mind. It had shitloads of safety features and several panic rooms, because he would not and could not lose her. Not now, not ever. She was far too important to him.
He looked over at her once before they started down the hill. He paused by a couple of his men sitting on the hood of a Hummer. “Take her car home.” Looking to Alessandra, he held his hands out for the keys and then tossed them to one of the men. “Thanks.” He bowed his head in respect for the two men and then drove off.
Chapter Thirteen
Alessandra was as nervous as she had ever been in her life. The kiss Greg had laid on her still had her lips tingling. She was more than slightly stunned by the fact that he had kissed her with such passion, but it was more than that. It was the possessive way he looked at her. It was the intensity of the gaze he had turned on her.
She shifted slightly in her seat and adjusted the seatbelt so she could see and talk to him. “Why now? Was it because I was taken?” That was the question burning inside of her right now. Why?
He frowned and looked at her. “No, baby, it's not because you were taken. I was going to claim you soon regardless. I was just waiting for you to turn twenty-one so your father couldn’t have a fit. Trust me, Alessandra, I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
“Oh.” She felt her cheeks heating with a blush and
Gregorio kissed her like a man starving. No, he hadn’t gone without sex for twelve years, but he hadn’t kissed a woman since that fateful day when she was a girl. That was for her, only her. He kissed her now so she could feel every single emotion he was feeling. He was god damn good and well going to have her. Now.
He moved his hands to her ass and picked her up. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he felt like he had won the fucking lottery. His hands squeezed her plump ass, and he walked to the tables overlooking the valley below them. He knew his men guarding the roads would ensure they had privacy.
Sitting her on the edge of the stone table, he pulled back from her slightly and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m taking you home with me, Alessandra.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was his. They would soon be married, but for now he was taking what was his.
“Okay.”
He noticed that she kept running her hands over his body and pressing kisses along his throat. “I will have one of the guys get your car,” he said and nibbled her throat. He was addicted to her taste, and he was going to bathe in that sensation because she was his weakness. He knew that. He would always need a taste of her. One day he hoped to control that so that his enemies wouldn’t see his weakness, but in the meantime he would protect her and keep her safe.
“Okay.”
She seemed stuck on that word. He was fine with it though, because she kept kissing him and nibbling on his throat. His cock was so fucking hard he knew he could fucking hammer nails into concrete but soon, really soon, he was going to ensure he was able to put his dick where it should be. Inside of her.
“You are going to marry me in thirty days.” It wasn’t a question. Gregorio was done asking questions. It was a statement of fact. He was going to marry her and he was going to keep her too.
“Okay.”
There was that breathless word again, which had him laughing just a small bit. “Come on, baby.” Again, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He reveled in how fucking much she wanted to touch him as well. He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he simply carried her to his car. Once she was in the passenger seat, he buckled her up and then walked over to his side of the car.
Home. It was time for him to take her home. It wasn’t as opulent as the home she had grown up in, but it was his, free and clear. He had busted his ass for the last five years to ensure she had everything she could possibly want. He’d built the house from the ground up with her in mind. It had shitloads of safety features and several panic rooms, because he would not and could not lose her. Not now, not ever. She was far too important to him.
He looked over at her once before they started down the hill. He paused by a couple of his men sitting on the hood of a Hummer. “Take her car home.” Looking to Alessandra, he held his hands out for the keys and then tossed them to one of the men. “Thanks.” He bowed his head in respect for the two men and then drove off.
Chapter Thirteen
Alessandra was as nervous as she had ever been in her life. The kiss Greg had laid on her still had her lips tingling. She was more than slightly stunned by the fact that he had kissed her with such passion, but it was more than that. It was the possessive way he looked at her. It was the intensity of the gaze he had turned on her.
She shifted slightly in her seat and adjusted the seatbelt so she could see and talk to him. “Why now? Was it because I was taken?” That was the question burning inside of her right now. Why?
He frowned and looked at her. “No, baby, it's not because you were taken. I was going to claim you soon regardless. I was just waiting for you to turn twenty-one so your father couldn’t have a fit. Trust me, Alessandra, I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
“Oh.” She felt her cheeks heating with a blush and
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