Page 8 of Fix You
“Sicilian?” She blinked up at me. “Ooh, so the rumors are true, huh?”
Instead of answering her, I cupped her breast through her dress to distract her. With just a squeeze of her flesh, her mind was back on pleasure and not about my potential underworld life.
The last thing I needed was her asking questions. That was the problem in dating outsiders. Women in the famiglia were trained from an early age not to ask any questions relating to business.
As the SUV came to a stop, Alyssa pulled away to eye my building. “Where are we?”
“My penthouse.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “You took me to your place?”
“Do you object?”
“No. I have two roommates, so we’d have an audience.”
“That could be a good thing.”
“You’re a naughty boy, huh?”
“I can be.”
“I can’t wait.”
Milos opened the door then. After I stepped down, I helped Alyssa out. Taking her by the hand, I led her into the lobby of my building. On our way to the bank of elevators, her eyes popped wide. After her initial surprise, she quickly turned her attention back to me.
Or more importantly I should say, my dick.
I’d barely had time to swipe my keycard for the penthouse when she pounced on me. One hand gripped my bicep while the other trailed down my chest to cup my aching cock. I groaned as she worked me over my slacks.
When the elevator door slid open, we stumbled out in a tangle of arms and legs and tongues. I’d just started licking up the side of Alyssa’s neck when her moans of pleasure choked off into a squeak of alarm while her hand froze on my cock. “What’s wrong?”
“Uh, there’s a man in your foyer.”
Since I was accustomed to bodyguards and butlers in my home, I wasn’t concerned. Nibbling her earlobe, I thrust my hips back into her hand for friction. “Just ignore him, or if you like an audience, enjoy him.”
“Raphael,” a terse voice echoed through the foyer.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I began disentangling myself from Alyssa. In that moment, there wasn’t another man alive that would’ve torn me away from pussy.
But Alessio Neretti wasn’t any man. He was a ruthless businessman and an underworld king.
He was also my father.
As I turned to face him, I buttoned my suit jacket and tried to hide my hard-on as best I could. Forcing a smile to my face, I jerked a hand through my hair where Alyssa had tousled it.
“Father, to what do I owe this very unexpected pleasure?”
My father’s cool gaze cut from mine over to Alyssa. “Get rid of her.”
While Alyssa’s eyes bulged, I merely snorted. It irked my father when I was with anyone who lacked the potential of a marriage alliance. He preferred I only fucked Italian girls, although he wouldn’t object to an Irish or Russian or Greek girl with the right underworld connections. But any girl like that was locked down by her family, so she would remain purefor a marriage deal. And I wasn’t interested in anything but meaningless sex.
Cocking a brow at my father, I countered, “I believe you forget where you are. This ismyhome, and I’ll entertain who I want.”
Father’s lips curled in a sneer. “Sono qui per discutere di affari, non per fare una chiamata sociale.”
Fuck. He was here for business, not a social call. I knew it was imperative not to keep him, or the business that brought him out so late, waiting. Taking Alyssa by the hand, I began leading her back to the elevator.
“You’re sending me away?” she demanded.