Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 38

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Outside, snow was falling heavily, creating a serene contrast to the intense heat radiating. from the two bodies inside. The steam from their passionate lovemaking clouded the windows and windshield of the car, already covered with a thick layer of snow from outside. 

Their hands joined and pressed against the cold glass of the window, leaving marks as th 

urgently sought more of each other. 

Mia and Alessandro were oblivious to potentially damaging the interior of the luxury car; their sole concern was remaining connected inside this confined space and never breaking their intimate bond. Alessandro’s thick cock plunged deeper into her slick, wet pussy, urging Mia to ride him even harder. She had never felt this wild and bold in her entire life. It was as if the Italian Don had flipped a switch inside her. 

She tugged on his tie, unbuttoning a few front buttons of his white shirt, desperate to touch him. The overcoat and suit jackets were discarded in the next moment. Despite the freezing temperature outside, inside the car they only felt a burning need, sweating with desire that ignited every fibre of them. The entire car filled with the scent of their lovemaking and the steam of their passion as they fucked each other harder, deeper, rougher, and wilder. 

But then in that passionate moment, the emotions ignited between them, and Mia found the mafia king staring straight into her eyes, glistening with need and… and something…. something else as they connected so intimately. His gaze confused her, filled with unknown emotions, watching her as if he had been longing for her for a century of agony. 

Before she could fathom what it meant, his gaze turned dark and mysterious again. Alessandro’s hand slid into her hair, tugging slightly to tilt her head back before his mouth. slammed onto hers hungrily. He nibbled her soft lips that were already swollen from his kisses, tugging them between his teeth before sucking hard and turning those rose petals even redder. He was thoroughly satisfied with his handiwork. 

The kiss was so erotic and intoxicating, making Mia feel more turned on than she had ever been before. This devil mafia man was surely the sexiest beast, capable of arousing a woman with just his brooding eyes. Having him now overwhelmed her senses with an overflow of pleasure, and she found herself drowning in this moment of ecstasy. 

His hands slid inside the neckline of her off–shoulder gown, grabbing her full bosom possessively before pinching and twisting her nipple between his thick, calloused fingers. Mia was a moaning mess by now, her mind clogged with lust and longing while her body felt like floating on a cloud of ecstasy. 

Alessandro’s hips sped up, plunging into her faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher with each passing second as the last thread of control snapped inside him. He now wanted to possess this woman in more than one way. The pleasure was so intense that Mia’s moans turned into screams as she came on his cock, while Alessandro shot his cum into her at the same time. 

An unexpected groan escaped the Italian Don’s lips as his cock throbbed wildly inside the 

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beautiful woman in his arms, releasing his seed after seed. He found himself falling into the abyss of her enchanting eyes. 

“Arial You feel so good, baby.” 

Mia’s eyes fluttered open wide in shock upon hearing Alessandro utter his wife’s name. She couldn’t believe what she had heard. Her heart leaped with fear of being caught, feeling a sudden rush of cold water washing over her after such a hot encounter. Her mind was still dizzy, clouded with desire. Before she could discern the difference between reality and illusion, Alessandro’s hands tangled in her curls, pulling her head closer. He kissed her deeply and passionately, momentarily causing her to forget about what had just happened. 

But then, she realized Alessandro was half–conscious due to his fever and still caught up the haze of the moment. Perhaps it was an impulsive slip to mention his wife’s name. 

Yes, that could be the case and it only made sense. Mia assured herself. 

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For a while, they sat there connected, with him still inside her, throbbing slightly while she sat on his lap, straddling his hips. In that intimate embrace, they both tried to catch their breath. 

Then Alessandro suddenly asked, “Are you okay?” 

Mia was taken aback by the tenderness in his deep voice. His concerned eyes roamed over her face, searching for any signs of discomfort, while his gentle fingers swept away the tendrils of hair that had fallen onto her face. 

She nodded shyly before reaching out to touch his forehead to check his temperature. She breathed out in relief when she found that he seemed better now. 

“I was sick, and you took advantage of me again, Miss Peterson,” Alessandro smirked, his bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Now you have to take responsibility for it.” 

Mia blinked at him, her mouth agape in shock. This man was so wicked. So, so wicked and incredibly cunning. 

“Mr. Valentino…” she started to protest, but Alessandro cut her off. 

“It’s Alessandro to you, baby,” he husked. 

“Huh!” she stared at him dumbfounded. 

“Call me Alessandro, sweetheart,” he murmured, lazily stroking her cheek.