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“No.”
“Then why did you come tonight?”
Tension filled the infinitesimal silence before he answered, “Luca told me he picked up a drunk Tina and couldn’t locate you. I don’t like the idea of you being out at night in Milan alone.”
“You could’ve asked anyone else to do that. Your security team...you didn’t have to come yourself. You could—”
“What you’re hoping for, it will never happen, Alexis.”
“You called me Alexis,” she said simply, letting the warmth of his body float her away.
His head cocked to the side, and he rubbed her jaw.
Shock...he was shocked that he had said her name. The fingers that had been brushing her cheek pulled away. “Come, it is time for you to leave.”
It was as if he’d slammed a door in her face.
He wasn’t talking just about the nightclub or Milan, but Italy. He was telling her it was time for her to leave. Panic flared through her, but beneath it was a realization that sent her heart slamming against her rib cage. All these days...
“You want me,” she accused. “You made me feel like I was the only one who felt it, as if I was gauche enough to read it all wrong—”
In a near-violent movement that sent her breath bursting through her, Leandro captured her wrists. Stilling her body from leaning into him. “This is a mistake.”
Yanking her hands away from his grip, Alexis pressed her body against his.
A jagged sound wrenched out from his lips, throaty and low. Moving her hands up his chest, Alex tilted her head back. Every inch of his face was frozen in some kind of torturous agony. And she didn’t intend to let him win.
She buried her mouth in the opening of his dress shirt. Velvet-smooth and hot, his skin burned against her lips. “Kiss me, just once. Show me what you feel, just once.”
One hand snuck into her hair. Her scalp prickled as he tugged her up. Dark need pinched his features and Alex shivered, suddenly, finally, understanding the depth of the need he hid under that infuriatingly indifferent mask.
Anticipation roped with tension set her nerves on fire.
“You do not know who you’re playing with.”
She jerked back. “Am I so beneath you then?”
He shook his head. But the shadows didn’t leave his eyes. “You’re too young.”
“I’m old enough to know what I want.”
Flicking her tongue out, she tasted him. His hands vined tight around her, flattening her nonexistent breasts against his chest, knocking the breath out of her. “You think I’ll stop at one meager kiss?” Pure need punctured every word. “You think to play with my desire and walk away after a chaste embrace, to taunt me like you do these boys with your innocence?”
His warning only incensed her desire even more. “I’m not the one afraid, Leandro.”
A volley of Italian fell from his mouth as she pressed her lower body to his. The ridge of his erection against her belly made her quiver.
His fingers descended on her hips, hurting her with their grip to keep her unmoving. “I will not touch my brother’s seconds.”
“We shared one kiss before I walked away. I’m not interested in Luca.”
“You are the first woman in the world to claim that.” Something flashed in his gaze even as his long fingers drew maddening circles over her wrists. “Which is why he likes you so much.”
If her heart beat any faster, it would rip out of her chest. But still, she risked. And in this spine-tingling risk she took with Leandro, Alex felt more secure, more wanted than she’d ever felt in her life. “And you?”
It was as if all the walls he kept up fell down in dust and a primitive hunger filled his gaze. “I feel need, Alexis. When I look at you...all I feel is desire.”
Even then, it was she that lifted her head, reached up and pressed her mouth to his. She, who had no experience with men, that wrapped her hands around his nape and refused to let go.
She that touched her mouth to his.
Soft and hot and hard at the same time, his mouth was a gateway to heaven and hell. Every nerve ending quivering, every instinct driving her forth, she ran the tip of her tongue tentatively, slowly, over that cruelly sculpted lower lip.
With a growl that made her belly tighten, finally he relented. Finally, he touched that hard, harsh mouth to hers.
Lights exploded behind Alex’s eyes as if the world was a kaleidoscope of sensations and textures.
Masculine and demanding, he parted her lips and pushed in.
With his tongue and teeth, and with an expertise that made her sex shockingly wet, Leandro devoured her.
There was no playfulness, no seduction to his kiss, just as his words. It was a full-on sensual assault that left no doubt about where it was leading.
His hands skimmed everywhere—her breasts and the boldly taut nipples, her hips, the curves of her buttocks—before they crept under her dress and pulled it up.
Long fingers hitched her thigh around his hips until the heat of her was intimately pressed against the rigid length of him.
Every inch of her vibrated with excitement, desire, need, every inch of her thrummed at the sensation of power.
When he pushed her against the wall and covered her breasts with his hands, Alex whimpered.
When his fingers reached her wet core—alien and intrusive, her gaze flew to his, shocked and aroused and oh-so-willing. Her mouth dried at the stark need in those gray eyes.
Groaning, she came off the wall like a bow when he curled a finger inside her just so, driving a fork of heat through her pelvis.
When he flicked the rim of her ear with his tongue, and told her what he was going to do to her, Alex buried her mouth in his neck and gave herself over.
To the man, to the moment, to the incredible sensation of being wanted.
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_059a1c7c-55ad-5d87-a2cf-b73e7c7ed0ee)
Seven years later
“DOES YOUR ARM still hurt, Mamma?”
Alex tucked the quilt around Isabella and kissed her forehead. “A little, baby,” she said, opting for the truth.
She was only six but Izzie somehow always knew if Alex lied to her. Or maybe it was that penetrating, deep gray gaze that Alex had never learned to handle. “But the cast should be gone in a couple more weeks and Auntie Jessie said I was healing well.”
Little chubby fingers traced the yet unhealed, inch-wide scar that ran from her left temple to her eye, bisecting her brow where a shard of glass had pierced the skin. This bruise, unlike the fracture to her ribs and arm, was only skin-deep yet looked much worse.
“It scares me, Mamma,” Izzie whispered in a low voice.
Tears coated Alex’s throat but she resolutely swallowed them back. “But you’re such a brave little girl always, baby.”
Her little chin wobbled. “I am but all the days you were in hospital and me here, alone. Grandmama didn’t tell me when you’d come home.”
Pushing herself completely onto the little bed, Alex gathered her bundle of joy closer. “It looks scarier than it hurts. See, I’m perfectly fine, okay?”
When Izzie nodded, Alex hugged her tight. Felt the tension unwind in her little girl’s body.
But fear lingered, a bitter taste at the back of her throat, leeching warmth from her very veins.
The sixteen-wheeler that had crashed into her compact sedan from the side had wrecked it into a pulp of metal. It was a miracle she’d survived, the doctor had said, and without permanent damage, too.
But all Alex could think of was the alternate scenario...
She could’ve lost her life.
And Izzie would be...
Like a black cloud waiting to swallow her, she felt the loss of breath, the violent impact of the air bag, of the crunch of bone and the shaft of nightmarish pain in her left arm all the way to her fingers...
The acidic taste of fear in her mouth...
Her hands shook, her skin clammy with sweat.
She buried her face in Izzie’s hair and took a deep breath.
As always, the sweet smell of her little girl’s skin anchored her in the now. Pushed back the nightmarish fingers of that panic to the edges...but she knew it wasn’t gone for long.
Anything could trigger it, she realized, remembering the almost episode at the store that very morning when the door had banged too hard.
She couldn’t go on like this, debilitated by fear.
Control, she needed control of this fear for Izzie. She needed to do something that wouldn’t paralyze her like this, something that would take care of her baby whatever the future brought...
And instantly her mind went to him.
The man with blue-black hair. The man who had given Izzie her shockingly clear gray eyes and her thick, straight black hair, unlike Alex’s strawberry blond curls. The man who had refused to see her again. Or speak to her. Or answer a single phone call seven years ago.
Even in that second before she’d lost consciousness, she’d thought of him. Of the desperate yet muted violence of his passion as he’d kissed her that night, of the way he’d moved inside her, of the way he had driven her to the edge of such intense pleasure that she’d thought she’d fragment into a million pieces...
One memory brought another now...
The disgusted look in his eyes after when she’d hung on to him like a limp vine, as his lust-heavy gaze slowly focused on her, followed by utter shock and disgust, of the jagged, agonized howl that had fallen from his mouth...the way he’d withdrawn immediately, righted her clothes so coldly and clinically, the way he wouldn’t meet her gaze as he drove them to the hotel Valentina and she’d been staying at in Milan...
The way he’d told her that he never wanted to see her again...
But now, now that she had faced almost certain death, Alex wasn’t willing to slink away in silence anymore. Even if that meant facing his rejection and failing.
Failure had haunted her throughout her entire life. She’d lived through being a disappointment, first to her parents, and then to herself, again and again, but she wouldn’t be one when it came to Izzie.
She deserved security, and she, Alexis, needed the peace of mind to live her life normally again. She needed to know Izzie would be taken care of if something happened to her.
The very thought of facing Leandro Conti again made her skin prickle alarmingly. But she’d do anything for her daughter.
* * *
“One of you will marry the Rossi girl.”
Impossibile!
Leandro Conti’s answer reverberated inside him to his grandfather’s ultimatum but walking deeper into the study, he stayed silent.
“Sophia Rossi?” his brother, Luca asked, shock etched into his face.
“Si.”
Leandro studied with interest the frail form of his grandfather, Antonio, behind the gleaming dark mahogany desk, still determined to intimidate his grandsons, while, next to him, leaning casually against the bookshelf, Luca adopted his usual devil-may-care attitude that infuriated Antonio so well.
Leandro sent his brother a warning glance. Antonio had not recovered completely from his heart attack a month ago.
Luca and his grandfather would have killed each other a long time ago, if it wasn’t for him. And he was tiring of playing the referee among his family members.
He had begun when he was fourteen and at thirty-five, he was still doing it.
“We’re too old for you to be arranging alliances for us, Nonno,” Leandro finally said into the cutting silence. “I will not marry again. And—”
“Ordering me to,” Luca interjected, “marry any woman is cursing the poor woman. Even one with steel balls like Sophia Rossi.”
Something glinted in Antonio’s eyes. “The only choice is which one of you will do it.”
“Or what, Nonno?” Luca spat the words. “You will cut Leandro and me out of this...venerable Conti empire?”
Luca’s tone made it clear it was anything but.
Because Luca’s creative genius and Leandro’s cutting-edge business practices over the past decade was what made Conti Luxury Goods a coveted designer label in Italy, and worldwide over the past three years.
That Antonio threatened them like this...it didn’t bode well.
“I will inform,” Antonio continued, “your sister that she’s not a Conti, that she...is the product of your mother’s shameful affair with her driver. I will disown Valentina publicly.”
A filthy curse erupted from Luca’s mouth, a fitting one while ice-cold fury filled Leandro’s veins.
He had learned all through his life that Antonio would do anything for their family’s business and knowing the kind of reckless, irresponsible, brutally selfish man his father had been, Leandro had even understood it.
But this was low, for a man Leandro respected, even liked sometimes.
