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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 28
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She couldn’t bear him think she was unscrupulous, but as his head lowered slowly towards her everything but her frantic need to feel his lips on hers faded from her mind.
The last time he had kissed her, on the balcony of his apartment, he had sought to dominate and punish her. This time he was no less dominant, and his lips were firm as he determinedly parted hers, but the underlying gentleness of the kiss tore down her fragile defences, and she responded to him with all the pent-up need that had been building since she had arrived in Italy.
Alexander slid his hand into Stephanie’s hair and angled her head so that he could deepen the kiss. Her mouth felt soft and moist beneath his, and the tentative stroke of her tongue sent blood thundering through his veins.
‘You are like a fever in my blood,’ he growled. He hated himself for his weakness, but he had fantasised about making love to her for weeks, and now that she was in his arms he couldn’t fight the temptation of her silk-soft skin beneath his fingertips. With a muttered oath he caught hold of the hem of her tee shirt and dragged it over her head. She made no attempt to stop him, and when he reached round and unfastened her bra she shivered and stared up at him with undisguised excitement in her eyes.
She gave a little gasp when he cupped her breasts in his hands. He knew what she wanted, and his body hardened and strained uncomfortably against his jeans as he trailed his mouth down her throat and then lower. Her nipples had already swollen to tight, hard peaks, and he laved first one and then the other with his tongue, before closing his mouth around one crest and sucking until she whimpered with pleasure.
‘I’m prepared to accept that I may have misjudged you, bella,’ he murmured, as he lifted his mouth from her ******. He moved up to claim her lips once more in a slow, drugging kiss that stoked the fire burning inside him. He frowned, startled to realised that it wasn’t just a line to coerce her into his bed. Maybe he had been wrong about her? he brooded, his eyes narrowing as he studied the delicate beauty of her face.
But right at this moment he didn’t care. The contrast of her pale creamy skin against his darker flesh was an irresistible temptation. He wanted to see and feel her ***** body beneath his, and his fingers deftly released the button of her shorts and slid down the zip before he lifted her and laid her down on the sofa.
In his haste to join her he knocked into a low wooden table, scattering Stephanie’s design magazines and a pile of postcards over the floor. He had already settled his body on top of her, and cursed and stretched out an arm to gather up her things, rubbing his hips sinuously between her thighs and thinking of nothing but his urgency to remove the rest of their clothing and sink his aroused shaft deep into her.
‘You must have written to half of England,’ he muttered as he retrieved several postcards depicting famous sights of Florence.
He threw them onto the table and stared at Stephanie, tempted by her softly swollen lips and her dusky pink nipples that strained provocatively towards him. Dio, he was desperate for her—but whilst his body was clamouring for sexual fulfillment his brain had registered something that made him hestitate, and glance again at the postcard on the top of the pile.
‘Why are you writing to James?’
‘I…’ Stephanie licked suddenly dry lips. Her heart was beating in frantic jerks, and her chest rose and fell in time with her swift, shallow breaths. Seconds ago Alexander’s eyes had reminded her of warm molasses, but now they were as hard and cold as polished jet. ‘It’s just a postcard, that’s all, telling him about how the Villa is coming on, and what the weather is like here. Why shouldn’t I write to him?’ She demanded angrily, her desire fading to be replaced with fury as Alexander’s lip curled contemptuously. ‘He’s all alone at Ditton Hall while Luciana and Jennifer are away.’
She also knew that James had been advised by his doctors to rest as much as possible and keep visitors to a minimum during this break from chemotherapy, but she couldn’t explain that to Alexander—and from the look of rage on his hard face she doubted he would listen or believe her anyway.
‘How annoying for you that you’re stuck here in Tuscany, bella, Alexander drawled, in a voice that sent ice slithering down her spine. ‘Given the chance, I’m sure you’d hurry straight to Ditton Hall to ease James’s loneliness.’
He slid his eyes insolently over Stephanie’s breasts. Her nipples were still hard, begging for the possession of his mouth, and when he trailed his finger across one rosy peak he heard her muffled gasp, saw her eyes darken with desire.
‘Alexander…don’t!’ She brought her hands up to cover her breasts and he gave a harsh, unpleasant laugh.
Madre de Dio! How could he be such a fool? When she’d looked at him with her huge blue eyes and given him that shy, innocent smile, he’d actually started to trust her. But she was a clever little actress—like his stepmother—and he was no better than his father. The thought burned in his brain and fury surged through him, made even worse by the knowledge that his anger was mixed with a primitive sexual hunger that he seemed unable to control.
‘I could take you here and now, Stephanie, and we both know you wouldn’t stop me,’ he taunted cruelly. ‘I even admit I’m tempted. I’m as frustrated as hell, and it would be so easy to sate my hunger within your delectable body. But I suddenly find I am fastidious,’ he hissed, and he rolled off her and stood staring down at her semi-***** body with such searing contempt in his eyes that Stephanie felt sick with humiliation.