Chapter 41 Sweetness Overloaded

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Mia's breath hitched at his words, but she forced herself to keep her composure. "Belong to you?" she echoed, a defiant glint in her eyes. "Last I checked, people aren't possessions, Mr. Valentino." Alessandro's eyes gleamed with amusement, making Mia's anger rise. "It's Alessandro, sweetheart," he corrected smoothly. "And you know exactly what I mean. We've already crossed the line of professionalism, haven't we?" Mia swallowed at the mention, her pulse quickening at the memory of their time together in the car. This devil mafia was very wicked. "That doesn't give you the right to make assumptions about me," she shot back, composing her demeanor despite the rapid beat of her heart. "I can wear whatever I want without it being about you." Alessandro smirked, "Only in front of me." "You think so highly of yourself, Mr. Valentino," she rolled her eyes and pressed her small hands against his hard, bare chest, pushing him away. Alessandro lifted one of his thick, dark brows silently but didn't let go of her. His naked body was already distracting her so badly, and the dark possession in his eyes made it even more tempting to give in to the moment and let desire take over the matters between them again. This man was a work of art. Every inch of him was so hard and well- built that he could give even the Greek gods a run for their money. Sometimes Mia found it unfair that such a beautiful appearance was bestowed upon a devil like him. It gave him the advantage of trapping anyone under his charm. Suddenly, her mood shifted, and she felt even more frustrated. She writhed, twisting her body to free herself and create some distance. Alessandro's eyes narrowed as he pulled her even closer, letting her know she was no match for his strength. "Let go of me," she gritted through her teeth. "Tease me one more time, baby, and be ready to bear the consequences," he warned, his tone turning dangerously low and his blue eyes darkening, almost turning gray, not from anger but from desire. Mia shivered visibly, a loud gasp escaping her lips as the Italian Don cupped her bottom and ground her against his rock-hard bulge, covered only by the thin fabric of his boxers. She was shocked by the mafia king's obsession; she couldn't understand why he wanted her when he could have any woman he desired. Was it another chase-and-run game that he would play until he won? What bothered her even more was how different and more romantic he seemed this time. Was this why he had so many mistresses-because no woman could resist his charm and seduction? Yet, the only woman who had ever faced his hatred was his wife, and the thought still pained Mia in her heart. Chance once more surfaced, and she wanted to shout at his face about how unfair he was to Aria. She couldn't understand how he could be so possessive of another woman while hating his own wife. And what would he do if he knew that Mia was, in reality, Aria, his wife? The thought terrified her. She suppressed the urge to reveal her identity as memories of those torturous days surfaced. in her mind. His huge ego would never forgive her for running away alive, and he would drag her back to the same hell, making her pay even more oruelly. No law could stop him because Alessandro Valentino was the law himself. He had enough wealth to buy the entire country, and people feared being on his hate list for a reason. He was more brutal than a monster when dealing with his rivals, his ruthlessness knowing no bounds. The thought of his vengeance made her blood run cold, a chilling reminder of the depths of his cruelty. Before she could protest, Alessandro swiftly swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He placed her on the mattress and covered her petite form with his hard and huge body. "Now let me show you how much of a possessive man I can be," Alessandro whispered. But to his surprise, Mia pushed him with all her might "No, leave me," she fought hard. Her eyes were wide with panic, her face pale, and it confused the hell out of him. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, taken aback. "I... I can't do it," she breathed out, avoiding his gaze, not wanting him to see the fear and hurt in her eyes. Alessandro stayed still, watching her face intently. Was the last time they were together so bad that she didn't want him again? Had his skills deteriorated so much in those six without sex? The thought made him grimace. He knew he had to work hard to impress this years beautiful woman in his arms. "If you want, we can try something else. If my dick can't pleasure you the way you need, we can change positions and find something more satisfying, he proposed in a very serious voice. Mia's eyes lifted to him in disbelief. Was he really serious? How could Alessandro Valentino become so sweet and considerate? He used to be dominant in bed, only concerned about his own pleasure. Now he was asking for her preferences, as if she could provide him with any insight. She rolled her eyes internally because she hadn't been with any other men besides him. "I can't do it because I'm scared for your health. Your shoulder will start bleeding nais " -le murmured, biting her lip. Relief washed over Alessandro's face, and he stroked Mia's cheek tenderly before sweeping The stroked Mia's check tenderly before sweeping her hair from her forehead with his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Then don't worry about it, baby. I promise I'm at my best health, and there's no pain in my wound. My medicine is you, and only you can cure me by letting me make love to you," he rasped, his voice laden with lust and need. Mia blinked at him speechless.

Chapter 41 Sweetness Overloaded

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