Chapter 41

Chiara

I close my eyes and try my best to keep still as Alessio's lips reach past my navel, his breath warm and almost flammable against my skin.

I know very well that he's enjoying watching me squirm and I hate that, but I can't help myself from feeling all sorts of pleasures coursing through my veins. The slight brush of his breath against the slope of my core is enough to make me brace myself for the release he just promised.

If I tell him I want him.

That should be easy, because I do want him. Not just now that he's driving me crazy with desire. I just do, and I know that I could just say it, but it being true seems more difficult to admit.

So I just clamp my thighs together in the hopes that he will move away.

But he doesn't move away. Instead he grabs my knees and pries my legs apart, baring my wet slit before him.

I gasp and open my mouth in preparation for a protest, but my voice disappears when I see him grinning up at me like a devil.

"Alessio, I can't do this," I nearly pa