Married to my fiancé's father

ALESSANDRO.“Open your legs.” A faint trickle of arousal made its way down her inner thighs. Good God. She had climaxed once already, and her pussy was still greedy for more.Stretching out on the seat, I pulled her with me. “Sit on my face. Right now.”“What?” she said, and I spanked her eyes.“Last warning. Your pussy needs to be on my face.” I slapped her ass once more for emphasis. “Now.”She climbed over my body, and adjusted her knees until she came to straddle my head. I could smell her sweet arousal, making my mouth water. I jerked her hips down.until her pussy slammed onto my face, eager to get to work. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as her thighs pressed into the sides of my head.“Fuck,” she breathed, her palms sprawled against the headboard to brace herself for support.I ate her like I was starving. Like it was the first meal I’d had in years. Like it was my last. She rolled her hips, whimpering as I sucked and licked her. She was so wet, her cunt swollen. I drove h

ALESSANDROI was feeling rage since we left the Calvino boardroom not accomplishing anything the contract was not signed at all. Guilo has been pacing in my office.“ Gulio sit down,you are making me dizzy,” I said.“papa we were humiliated by the Calvinos today we can't let it stand,” he countered“ Don't get pissy with me, I was there,” I muttered. “ I wouldn't have let them leave the room if I didn't know you wanted the other Calvino girl.”Manuel Calvino was the type to stir up drama for the thrill of it; he spends money faster than he makes it. It is obvious his daughters are pawns in this silly game he wants to play.I nodded my mind drifting to her, the dark haired girl I had in bed last night. From the look on her face she didn't know I was to be her father in law. She looked so surprised, I wondered if I could get her to make that expression again but in my bed.The room suddenly became silent then I heard “ I'm I the only one seeing this but papa is smiling,” Gulio said to n

ALESSANDROAlthough she doesn't know that I've been tailing her and she won't find out.As I ask again, “Where are you off to little one? I'm not a fan of repeating myself.” I added.I see her cute little eyes widen in recognition; I rush forward toward her and ask her, “Where are you off to?” “Nowhere” she replied quietlyI could not believe my ears, “I have things to do.” she Continued “What things?”“Things! All right? Now back off.”She put her hands on my chest and gave me a shove.I didn’t move.She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.“I have to go .” She whisperedI didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn't do anything, I just stared down at her with a set look.I closed my eyes and took a mental breath. I caught a glimpse of her flight ticket in her back pocket and snatched it right out of there. She was running away.I put the ticket away in the inner pocket of the suit, “ give that back,” she snapped as she tried to jump and snatch the ticket from me. Immediately I bend do

ALESSANDRO “So, tell me, son… Did you acquire her for Gulio or yourself?”I pause in the middle of taking my cufflinks off and turn around to meet my aunt coolly mocking gaze. “Does it matter?” I have no idea how she sniffed out my interest in her , but I’m not surprised.My aunt has always been able to read me better than anyone.She leans against the doorframe of my room where I’m changing for dinner. “I guess I should’ve expected it. She’s pretty, isn’t she?”“Very.” I deliberately turn my back to her. My aunt lives to get a rise out of me, but she’s not going to succeed tonight. Nor is she going to shame me into staying away from Lorena.The girl intrigues me too much for that.“I know she spent the entire night with you at the club.” she confirms and strolls deeper into my room and picks up my gun , the one I was just about to put on myself,Resisting the impulse to reach for another one just to spite her, I take the gun from her and put it on with practiced motions. “Yes, I kno

LORENA If someone had told me this morning that I’d be ending the day wearing Alessandro Moravia’s shirt, I’d have told them they were high. If they’d told me I would have chosen to keep the damn thing on after he forced me to wear it, then I’d have told them they were batshit crazy.Staring at the ceiling, I press my cheek against the soft collar and remembered slipping it on a short while earlier, and how easily the expensive material glided over my skin. A shiver runs along my spine as I recall the cotton still infused with his body heat and how the warmth and the scent of him blanketing my bare skin sent unexpected shivers of comfort and pleasure rippling through my body.It smells of him still, of fresh air and cool mint and his cologne. I can’t believe he took my t-shirt after last night's bout of sex. Forced me to take it off in front of him too. It should have been embarrassing, so why did it feel empowering? I saw the way his eyes drifted over my body and the steely look