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Now this is an unedited excerpt of my current wip The Vendetta-Book One of The Blood Vows Trilogy. Here's a wee blurb and excerpt:
The O'Reiley and the Dardano families have always despised each other, turning New York City into a war zone and dividing the loyalties of the biggest families in organized crime. When mob princess Brianna O'Reiley's husband is murdered under the patriarch Bernardo Dardano's orders, she vows vengeance on the family that has destroyed hers.
Trying to regroup after her loss, Brianna leaves her young son William with her family and leaves the city to spend sometime alone. A snow storm blows in and she crashes into another car on the road. Both she and the other driver are unharmed and take shelter from the storm where Brianna allows herself for just one night, to forget her tragedy in this stranger's arms.
They part, neither knowing the other's identity only to discover in a cruel twist of fate that the passionate stranger who helped her through her grief is none other than Alessandro Dardano, the youngest son of Bernardo, returned to New York from running his father's business overseas to now take his place as Bernardo's successor.
And Brianna is now pregnant with his child.
Alessandro was drunk on this woman. Completely, blissfully drunk on the feel of her clenching him tight. He felt suffused with her heat, her scent. Green apples and vanilla. The soft moans in the back of her throat, the sting of her nails in his back. Her eyes meeting his. He could drown in those eyes. The only time he'd seen blue like that was looking up at the sky in Florence, the sun beating down on him as he lay in the grass on his family's land. For a second, he entertained the flight of fancy of taking her there, making love under the hot Mediterranean sun. But there would be nothing for them but this. This time. For the umpteenth time, he wished he was someone other than who he was. It would be over too soon. He could already feel his balls tightening with upcoming release and he wanted to stave off the inevitable for just a little while yet. Alessandro gathered her into his arms and flipped her over so that she was on top of him, her blonde hair falling over him like a gold curtain. The strands tickled his face as she righted herself over him. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as he pushed up inside of her and Alessandro reached up, bringing her mouth down, wanting to taste that swollen lip. Her breath wafted over his face and he grabbed her hips, pulling her down as he pushed up deeper, wanting to fill her to her very soul. Captivated, Alessandro thought. He was completely captivated. Her beautiful face was flushed and glistening. He rocked his hips with increasing speed, wanting to fuck her into oblivion, fuck her until she couldn't stand. Up. Up, he shoved. Harder, faster. He was determined to make her come again, come with him. He moved a hand between them, finding her drenched, swollen center. He pressed his thumb right against her clitoris and rubbed slowly, watching her features tighten and her moans turn to desperate cries. Good God, she was going to kill him. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" Alessandro swore feeling his cock begin to swell harder and pulse with an orgasm that was mere seconds away. "Come with me, sweetheart. Come with me now."
Her body arched back and her walls convulsed around his shaft, squeezing him, milking him, pulling his very soul out of his body and up into hers. Mine! He thought selfishly, driving up as his body surged and rolled with the force of his release. Mine! Mine! Mine! He thought of keeping her here. Tying her to the bed and never letting her leave. The image of her tied, spread eagled to the bed, naked and there for him whenever he wanted was too much for him to bear and Alessandro cried out and let the violence of his orgasm pound through him
.She dropped over him, boneless and damp and Alessandro grabbed her behind, undulating gently as his cock spent itself. Her mouth was open and Alessandro caught her warm panting breath, running his tongue along the curves of her lips before diving in for another taste of her. That mouth. Oh the things he could imagine that mouth doing to him before the night was over.
She curled up on top of him and Alessandro felt her fingers trail through the damp hair on his chest.
"Oh," she purred, her breasts rising and falling against him with her heavy breaths.
"Quite," he agreed; his voice tight. His body was exhausted, spent and yet he wanted her again. His mind was immediately aroused once more. He'd just wait for his body to catch up.
Her fingers trailed down his arm and she found his hand. The gesture caught in him the chest, making his heart squeeze. Her fingers linked with his.
"These are some talented fingers," she sighed, making him laugh. "I could just imagine them playing some instrument like a violin or a piano. Do you play anything?"Â She propped herself up on one elbow and lifted their joined hands.
"Mmm, piano, a little. I suffered through lessons when I was young. Hated them with a passion and gave my instructor no end of grief but he told me I had an ear for it. My father loves music, so for him, I kept at it. Now when I can find the time, it relaxes me."
"Your father. Is he a musician?"
"No. But he loves the opera. I grew to love it too and when he'd take me all around the world with him on business, I'd be utterly captivated by the spectacle of it all."
"So you work for your father?"
His stomach tightened. He didn't like talking about the family business, the empire that he'd been born into and the things that were required of him because of it. "In a fashion."Â
She picked up on his tone. "You don't enjoy it?"
Alessandro licked his lips, and she smiled down at him, kissing him gently before giving him a chance to reply. "I like the lifestyle it affords me but if I had my druthers, it's not the life I would have chosen for myself, no."
"So why don't you just do something else? Race your cars, though I gotta say, I'm not looking forward to imagining that they had to scrape you off the side of a track someday," she said, and Alessandro felt warmed by the worry he saw in her eyes.
"I'm very good at what I do, love," he assured her.
"Oh of course," she remarked with a smile that stole his heart.
Good God but he could love this woman. If he was a different man he could love this woman and give her children and grow old with her. If he was a different man. "It's irrelevant though, Sunshine. One doesn't cross Father."Â
She reached down and kissed his shoulder. "Looks like our families are pretty much the same, huh? They both have these expectations for us and it's like, they don't have a clue who we are as individuals. We're just expected to fall in line like good little soldiers and do what we're told and act how they expect us to act."
"Good little soldiers," Alessandro said with a sigh. "That's it exactly."
"I think I like the image of you behind the wheel of your race car. Free and loving what you're doing. Do you think..." her voice trailed off and she shook her head.
"What?"Alessandro asked, running his fingers along the satin skin over her spine.
"Well, maybe you'll think of me every time you race. Like a good luck thing or something?"
Carry a part of me with you. No demands. No promises. Just a wish. As if he could ever forget this incomparable woman. He pulled her against him and turned her onto her back, covering her with his wanting and ready body. "I can swear to you, darling. I shall think of you every time." Every time. Every day. For the rest of my life.
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