All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rhaena's POVHis free hand moved between my legs without warning, his fingers sliding through my folds with ease, and we both groaned at what he found there."Fuck, you're drenched," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction and hunger. "Absolutely soaking. My hand on your throat makes you this wet? Makes you this needy? Makes you drip like this?"His fingers explored, gathering my wetness, spreading it around but deliberately avoiding my clit, avoiding where I needed him most.I couldn't form words, could only whimper and try not to press into his touch, try to maintain my position like he'd commanded even though every instinct was screaming at me to move, to seek more friction, to take what I desperately needed."You like it when I'm in control, don't you?" he asked, his fingers continuing to tease between my legs, his other hand still wrapped possessively around my throat. "When I tell you what to do. When I command you. When I show you exactly who's in charge. When I put my

Rhaena's POVAfter thoroughly ruining me in the sheets, after making me come so hard I saw stars, after leaving me boneless and trembling and completely satisfied, Alessio finally pulled out and collapsed beside me on the bed.We lay there for several minutes, both of us breathing hard, both covered in a light sheen of sweat, both completely spent.Eventually, he sat up and began getting dressed, pulling on his jeans and shirt with efficient movements. I watched him from where I still lay sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to move yet.As he finished buttoning his shirt and ran his hand through his disheveled hair, he looked back at me with that devastating smile."Get dressed, spitfire," he said, his voice warm and affectionate despite the commanding tone. "Something comfortable. We're going on a picnic.""A picnic?" I asked, my voice still slightly hoarse from all the sounds he'd drawn from me."At the cliffs," he confirmed, heading toward my door. "The same place we went with Lisa.

Rhaena's POVAlessio's hands came to my face, cupping my cheeks tenderly as he looked into my eyes. There was something different in his gaze now - something softer, more vulnerable than the dominance and hunger from earlier."Come here," he said softly, guiding me down to the blanket.He laid me down gently, so carefully, like I was something precious and fragile. He positioned himself above me, his weight supported on his forearms so he wasn't crushing me, his body aligned perfectly with mine.There was no teasing this time, no commands, no games of dominance and submission. Just tenderness as he leaned down and kissed me deeply.This kiss was different from all the others. Slower. Sweeter. Less about raw desire and more about connection, about comfort, about two people trying to be as close as physically and emotionally possible.His hand moved between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I was already wet for him - I'd been wet since the moment he'd looked at me with those vuln

Rhaena's POVAlessio and I spent the rest of the afternoon at the cliffs, completely lost in each other and the perfect bubble we'd created.After we'd recovered from that intense, overwhelming experience, we ate more of the picnic Antonio had packed - feeding each other bites of cheese and fruit, sipping wine, talking about everything and nothing. Our childhood memories, our favorite books and movies, our dreams for the future that we both carefully kept vague, avoiding the reality that those futures might not include each other.The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by kisses and touches that grew increasingly heated until we couldn't resist each other anymore.He made love to me again on that blanket, this time with me on my back, his body covering mine, the pace slow and tender and achingly sweet. He whispered things against my skin - how beautiful I was, how perfect I felt, how he never wanted this to end - and I let myself believe them for these stolen hours.Afterward, he

Rhaena's POV"Alessio," I said quietly, giving him a warning look. He was being too obvious, too antagonistic. Our parents might not have noticed yet - they were engaged in their own conversation about the wedding at the other end of the table - but if he kept this up, they would.But Alessio either didn't see or didn't care about my warning. His eyes were fixed on Massimo with barely concealed hostility."I take my career very seriously," Massimo said, though his smile had gained a slightly sharper edge. "But I also know how to enjoy life. Perhaps that's something you should learn, amico."The word "friend" sounded anything but friendly coming from his mouth.The tension at our end of the table was thick enough to cut with a knife, though thankfully our parents remained oblivious, lost in their own happy bubble of wedding planning and wine.As the main course ended and Antonio began clearing plates, I stood quickly."I'll help with dessert," I announced, desperate for a break from the