CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

I smile as I open my eyes, my head resting on hard, muscled flesh, yet I'm extremely comfortable.

The familiar tattoos greet me, and I can't help but run my hands over the smooth expanse of Alessandro's chest.

I lift my eyes and see he's already awake and watching me, and I feel myself blushing at the memory of last night.

"Keep that up and you might get fucked again." He says in a sinfully dark voice and it might have enticed me if I didn't feel extremely sore.

He makes a low growl in his chest that sends immediate electricity to my core. Okay, maybe I'm not that sore.

But instead of acting on his threat, he gets up and walks around the bed in his glorious nakedness to open a door that I assume leads to the bathroom.

I hear the sound of water running, but I'm still feeling extremely lethargic, probably due to jetlag and Alessandro's rough fucking from the night before. I don't even have a clue what day it is now or the exact time.

My eyes fall closed, but then I'm peppered wit