Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter 84 Burning Desires.

The car door shut with a solid thud, and Alessandro wasted no time in starting the engine. His foot pressed. hard on the accelerator, navigating the busy streets with a precision that spoke of both urgency and control. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, a kaleidoscope of neon and headlights, as they sped through the night.

Mia watched the world outside her window, her breath catching in her throat as the heat grew inside her core. This dangerously sexy man beside her was irresistibly alluring, and she found herself teetering on the edge between sanity and crazy desire. The tension in the car was palpable, a silent battle between restraint and longing.

Alessandro's hand found Mia's, their fingers intertwining as hisgyes met hers, locking in a silent. conversation that spoke volumes. Alessandro's intense gaze darkened, mirroring the storm of emotions she felt-lust, desperation, a hunger that seemed insatiable. Alessandro's gaze returned to the road, but his thumb brushed against the back of her hand, a simple touch that sent shivers down her spine. Mia's pulse quickened, her body responding to the silent promise in his touch.

"Fuck!" Alessandro groaned, his grip on the wheel tightening, his knuckles white with the strain. His jaw was set, his eyes dark with determination and barely restrained desire. "I need you so badly. I don't think I can make it till home," he murmured, his voice husky with need. Mia looked at him, a mix of nervousness and desire flooding her veins. She had never seen him so turned on, so desperate. Her pulse quickened, and her breath hitched as she watched him. He seemed like he was about to lose control at any moment. When her eyes flickered outside the car, she realized Alessandro had

taken a different turn.

"Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly.

"One of my hotels is around the corner, and it's the nearest place, baby," Alessandro whispered huskily. "I have to have you, amore mio,"

Mia let out a shuddered breath, anticipation heightening her arousal. She felt her panties soaking wet already. Hell. Who was she lying to? She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The thought of being alone with him, of finally giving in to the desire that burned between them, was almost too much to bear.

She tried to distract herself by watching the cityscape blur past the window, but it was no use. Every fiber of her being was attuned to Alessandro, to the raw, magnetic pull between them. She didn't know if she could stop herself from crawling onto his lap and kissing him right there in the middle of the road.

The car raced at breakneck speed, only slowing when they reached the hotel entrance. Alessandro brought the car to a screeching halt at the porch, where a valet stood ready to take their keys. His impatience was palpable as he yanked the door open on Mia's side and took her hand, practically pulling her out of the

car

With a sense of urgency, he led her inside the hotel, their footsteps echoing in the grand lobby.

"Is my room ready?" Alessandro inquired in a commanding voice, his presence instantly drawing the attention of the hotel manager, who came rushing toward him.

"Yes, sir. Your private suite is ready, the manager replied promptly, extending a key card towards him.

Alessandro nodded coldly accenting the key card he free whicking Mis towards the elevator His erin on

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her hand, was firm, almost possessive.

With a smooth motion, he swiped the card on the panel, causing the elevator doors to slide open. He placed a gentle hand on the small of Mia's back, guiding her inside before stepping in himself. Alessandro pressed the button for the top floor, the hotel's impressive fifteenth floor.

As the elevator doors closed, enclosing thein in a small, private space, Alessandro's control snapped. He pressed her against the wall, his head lowering toward her, his plump red lips parted with hunger.

But Mia pressed a firm hand on his chest, pushing him away. Alessandro halted mid-motion, his eyes searching hers with a confused furrow.

"Got your room ready! So, do you bring women here regularly?" Mia couldn't help but feel annoyed and jealous. He had just confessed his love and she wanted to believe it. But then what was that? Did he confess this love to every woman he brought here? Was this all part of his fun play?

you."

Alessandro frowned in disbelief. "What? No, baby. I never brought any woman here. Hell, I never brought any woman anywhere. Believe me when I say it's just you. It was always you, and it will always only be he said, his eyes and tone filled with such sincerity that Mia felt conflicted, knowing his flirtatious nature and seeing this sincere Alessandro.

She knew him very well; after all, she was married to him and had lived three years with him. He couldn't go á single night without having sex.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"You want me to believe you, Mr. Valentino, huh?! The whole world knows how popular you are as a Casanova," she remarked, rolling her eyes with a frustrated huff.

He chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"What the world thinks about me doesn't matter. I am what I am with you. That's my true self, and the rest is just a facade for the world," he explained, his hot gaze piercing into her with such intensity that Mia felt the world around them fade away.

She blinked to break the spell his enchanting eyes were casting on her before murmuring. "Why do you have to live two lives?"

He smiled, looking oh so sexy and gorgeous, sending a wave of desire coursing through her and causing her core to tighten with longing, her thighs involuntarily clenching in response. God! He never smiled, but the way he smiled more often when he was with her made her heart flutter and her mind swoon over him.

"I have to, dolcezza," he murmured sensually, sweeping her hair fallen on her face and tucking it behind

ear as the rough pad of his thumb caressed her flushed check. "To save the people I love, he declared. firmly before grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his embrace with a force that made her collide with his solid, unyielding frame.

Not giving her a chance to protest this time, he pressed his lips firmly against hers, an uncontrollable hunger evident in the urgency of his kiss.

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