Romances de Alexis389

The booth felt too small, too hot. Killian’s body pressed against mine, hard and unyielding. His hand was still tangled in my hair, his grey eyes burning down at me like he was one second from breaking. The tequila from earlier gave me the courage I needed. I pushed him back until his legs hit the leather couch. He dropped down onto it, eyes never leaving me. “Alessia,” he warned, voice rough. “Don’t.” But I was done listening to warnings.I climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly. My knees sank into the couch on either side of his thighs. The short leather dress rode all the way up my hips, exposing the black lace panties underneath. I settled right on top of the thick bulge in his pants, grinding down just enough to feel how hard he was for me. Killian sucked in a sharp breath. His big hands hovered in the air beside my waist, fingers trembling. He looked like he was fighting himself. One part wanting to shove me off, the other desperate to pull me closer. His jaw clenched ti

He dragged me through the crowd toward the back of the club. People moved out of his way fast. Sofia caught my eye from the dance floor and smirked, giving me a little wave like she knew exactly what was happening. My heels clicked fast on the floor as I stumbled to keep up with his long strides. The leather dress felt tighter with every step, my nipples hard against it, my pussy wet from the way he handled me. We reached a private back staircase, dim and away from the main noise. Killian didn’t slow down. He pulled me up the stairs, his fingers tight enough to leave marks on my wrist. I loved it. The heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed under the suit, the pure control in every move. My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but

One tall guy with dark hair moved in front of me. He wasn’t bad looking. He matched my rhythm, his hands hovering near my waist. I kept dancing, letting the heat of the club and the alcohol push me. My eyes scanned the upper level for a second. There he was. Killian. Still in the shadows, watching like a hawk. His grey eyes burned even from this distance. Good. I turned my back to the stranger and pressed closer to Sofia, laughing as we grinded together playfully. The guy behind me got bolder. His hands finally landed on my waist, fingers gripping the leather. He pulled me back against him lightly, moving with me to the music. I didn’t pull away. My heart raced faster. This was dangerous, but I wanted to see what Killian would do. The stranger’s breath brushed my neck. “You dance like fire, beautiful,” he murmured. I smiled but said nothing. My eyes stayed locked on the VIP section. Killian had stepped forward now, hands clenched at his sides. His jaw looked tight enough to break.

The bass hit me like a heartbeat the second I stepped inside the Velvet Room. Lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding to the heavy music. This was one of our clubs, and everyone knew it. The guards at the entrance bowed low as I walked past, their eyes respectful but wide. “Miss Vance,” one muttered, stepping aside like I was royalty. The power of my last name felt good tonight. No one would dare touch me without permission. But I wasn’t here to play safe. Sofia grabbed my hand, laughing as we pushed through the crowd. "Benefits of being a Mafia Princessa".Heads turned. Men stared openly at the tight leather dress hugging my body, the way it rode up my thighs with every step. Women whispered. I felt sexy. Alive. Finally twenty one and done hiding. We headed straight for the VIP section upstairs. Our private area overlooked the main floor, dark and exclusive. I ordered drinks at the private bar, my heart racing. Even before I turned around, I could feel him.

“Damn, Alessia,” Sofia said, stepping back with a wicked grin. “You look like pure sex. That tight little body in leather? Killian won’t be able to look away. I bet the big, scary enforcer gets rock hard just seeing you walk by.” My face heated up, but I didn’t deny it. I turned side to side in the mirror. The dress made my honey colored eyes look darker, hungrier. My nipples pressed against the thin leather. For once, I didn’t look like Don Vittorio’s sheltered daughter. I looked ready to break rules. While Sofia picked out strappy heels and touched up my makeup, my mind drifted back to last night’s dream. It had felt so real. In the dream, Killian had me pinned in a dark corner. His tall, muscled body pressed against mine, scars and ink hidden under his black suit. “I've let you be long enough, princess,” he growled low against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. One big hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. His fingers hooked my panties aside and tea

I woke up on my 21st birthday with my heart already racing. Sunlight poured into my bedroom in the Vance mansion, lighting up the furniture and the silk sheets. This was the day everything changed. Or at least I hoped it would. A firm knock hit my door. “Alessia, downstairs. Now.” Dante’s voice, deep and commanding. My oldest brother didn’t wait for an answer. I threw on a thin robe and hurried after him. In the massive garage, the whole family waited. My Father, Don Vittorio, stood like the king he was. Marco and Enzo flanked him, smirking. And there, a few steps behind Dante, was Killian Romano. Tall and built like a weapon, with cold grey eyes and scars peeking from his collar. He didn’t speak. He never needed to. Dante stepped forward, keys dangling from his fingers. A sleek white Ferrari sat in the center of the garage, custom paint shining under the lights. “Happy birthday, little sister. She’s all yours. Custom made. And with it comes freedom. You’re no longer a child. You c