He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe.”
I liked that sound of that.
My Plan A was to get drunk, my Plan B to have a drunken hookup. I needed a few more drinks to reach the drunken portion of the evening. But fuck it. I hadn’t been with Marcello in five years, and I missed his grumpy ass.
We downed our glasses and set them on the bar. Marcello left a hundred-dollar tip before we headed out the door. He led me by the hand down the long alleyway. A few people lingered, some smoking cigarettes while others smoked pot.
Marcello stopped walking when we passed the back door to the closed bakery. He clutched my shoulder and shoved my back into the brick wall. “Time to talk, Rhi.”
“My dad’s men found me in Madrid. I didn’t have a choice.”
Marcello moved his hand to the wall behind my head, caging me in with his big body. “What does he want?”
“I can deal with my father on my own.”
His eyebrows rose in question. “How is that working out for you?”
I sighed. “Just let me deal with him, Marcello. I don’t want your help.”
His breath burned my lips. “Then what do you need?”
“Who says I need anything?”
With Marcello this close, my throat just about closed up. I wanted him. No, I needed him to satisfy the ache between my thighs. I hadn’t been with a man in a long time. And if I had to marry a maniac like Sean Donnelly, I wanted to get Marcello and my feelings for him out of my system.
“I need you to give me an orgasm or two or three.”
“You’ve been gone a long time, Rhi. My life is different now.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He shook his head. “I don’t like attachments.”
“I’m well aware.”
He gripped my hips and lifted me so he could wrap my thighs around his back. “Are you back for good?”
“It would seem that way. My dad is more possessive than ever.”
I left out the part about Sean Donnelly because I was afraid Marcello would flip into alpha caveman mode and try to save me. His involvement in the matter would make things worse. I had a few weeks to figure out an alternative to the situation. If not, I could do what I did best and run.
Marcello set my feet on the ground, then tugged on my jean shorts. “Take these off.”
“We’re in public. Someone could see us.”
He rolled his shoulders. “So what?”
“I’m not getting arrested for public indecency.”
“You’re with me, pretty girl.” He pulled my mouth to his. “The Salvatores are untouchable. We own the cops.”
I looked both ways into the dark alley. The closest person was down by The River Styx. After a quick deliberation, I did as he asked, stripping off my shorts and panties. His eyes traveled up and down my body, lust scrolling across his face.
His hand moved between my thighs, seeking my warmth. He teased my slit with his thumb. “You’re so wet.” He smirked. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“Wipe the cocky expression from your face, Marcello.”
He licked his lips as he slid his long fingers inside me, breaking through my inner walls. My insides clenched around him. Greedy and desperate for more, I rocked my hips into his hand. Pleasure washed over me as heat coursed down my arms. Marcello held my gaze, his eyes filled with desire, getting off on my moans.
He withdrew his fingers right before I was about to come.
“What are you doing, Marcello?”
He smirked. “Patience, princess.”
The loss caused my body to tremble with need. I waited as he unbuttoned his pants. It felt like the slowest tease of my life until his big cock sprang free from his boxer briefs. I reached out to touch him, and he swatted my hand away. Marcello rolled on a condom and then lifted me again, slamming his cock into me. He filled me to the hilt, forcing me to take all of him at once.
I groaned from the sudden pressure as he stretched me out. My handsome devil took what he wanted with each thrust. Marcello drove into me hard and with no limits. Determined to give me as many orgasms as I could handle, he squeezed my ass cheeks, bouncing me up and down his cock. With each thrust, my eyes slammed shut. I screamed his name, coming so hard and fast my head spun from the ripple of pleasure that spilled over me in violent waves.
My head fell to his shoulder. He threaded his fingers through my hair and didn’t let up, his cock so deep inside me I could feel him everywhere. His lips collided with mine, stealing one kiss after another. I closed my eyes and dug my nails into his shoulders.
He took me to places I’d never been with him before. Sex with Marcello was always intense, but this was an out-of-body experience. Another orgasm crashed over me, one after the other in delicious succession until I couldn’t take anymore. And then Marcello was coming with me, his legs and arms trembling.