All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rhaena's POV"ALESSIO!" I screamed, panic flooding through my entire body.I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. I just ran and jumped into the pool fully clothed, my dress billowing around me as I hit the water. I swam frantically toward him, grabbed him under his arms, and hauled him with all my strength toward the edge of the pool.He was heavy, deadweight in the water, and my heart was pounding with terror. I managed to get him to the shallow end and drag him up onto the pool deck, rolling him onto his back."Alessio!" I shouted again, patting his face. "Alessio, wake up!"He wasn't breathing. Oh God, he wasn't breathing.I tilted his head back, pinched his nose, and pressed my mouth to his, giving him rescue breaths like I had learned in the CPR class I'd taken years ago. "Come on, come on," I muttered between breaths. "Don't do this. Don't you dare do this."I gave him another breath, pressing my lips firmly against his, breathing air into his lungs.And then suddenly his hand came

Rhaena's POVI watched the door close behind Alessio as he left my room, and I stood there frozen for a long moment, just staring at the solid wood door like it held answers to questions I didn't want to ask.His last words kept echoing in my head, replaying over and over like a song I couldn't get out of my mind. "That kiss—even under those completely fucked up circumstances—it was incredible."Incredible.He had called our kiss incredible. Well, if you could even call it that. It had been CPR. Life-saving measures. Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Except it hadn't stayed that way, had it? The moment his hand had grabbed the back of my head, the moment his lips had started moving against mine with clear intention, it had stopped being CPR and had become something else entirely.Something I shouldn't be thinking about.Something I definitely shouldn't be remembering in vivid detail.But I was thinking about it. I was remembering every second of it. The way his lips had felt against mine

Rhaena's POVI hadn't even realized I'd been doing that. My hand was halfway to my mouth right now, and I quickly dropped it back to the table, curling my fingers into a fist."That doesn't mean anything," I said defensively."It means you're thinking about it," he said. "Just like I'm thinking about it. Just like I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened.""Alessio, please," I said, and I could hear the desperation in my own voice. "Can we just... can we just have a normal dinner? Can we talk about something else? Anything else?"He studied me for a long moment, and I could see him debating with himself about whether to push this or let it go. Finally, he nodded."Okay," he said. "We can talk about something else. What do you want to talk about?"I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "I don't know. Anything. Tell me about the villa. How long has your family owned it?"And just like that, the tension eased slightly. He started telling me about the

Rhaena's POVThe pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I was getting close. So close.I imagined him coming to my room tonight instead of leaving me alone. Imagined him knocking on my door, coming inside, crossing the room to where I lay in bed. Imagined him climbing in next to me, pulling me against his body."I can't stop thinking about you, Rhaena."I imagined his hands on me, sliding under my tank top, cupping my breasts. His thumbs brushing over my nipples. His mouth on my neck, sucking and biting gently.My fingers moved faster now, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. I was so close. So close to tipping over the edge.I imagined him pushing my shorts down, settling between my thighs. Imagined the heat of his skin against mine. The weight of him. The way his muscles would feel under my hands.I imagined him inside me. Imagined what it would feel like to finally give in to this thing between us. The stretch and burn of him filling m

Rhaena's POVI came back downstairs exactly fifteen minutes later, my practical sandals on, my purse over my shoulder, sunglasses perched on top of my head. I had checked my appearance in the mirror three times before leaving my room, telling myself I was just making sure I looked presentable and not at all trying to look good for Alessio.When I walked out the front entrance of the villa, I stopped short.Alessio was waiting for me, but it wasn't his presence that made me pause - it was the car he was leaning against. It was sleek and gorgeous, a deep midnight blue that gleamed in the morning sunlight. I didn't know much about cars, but even I could tell this was something special. Something very, very expensive.He was leaning casually against the driver's side door, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he'd just stepped out of a luxury car advertisement. He'd changed since breakfast - now wearing dark jeans that fit him perfectly and a white linen button-down shirt with th