chiara
Alessandro glanced over at me, and I looked away from him and walked to the window to stare down at the city, feeling quite … vulnerable. Dad was still out there with a handful of his guards who were stupid enough to protect him with their lives. But that wasn’t why I felt so unguarded. It was because Alessandro knew exactly how I felt about him, he knew why I’d saved him, and he probably even knew that I loved him.
Dad had always told me to be guarded, to never trust anyone … but that was all I seemed to want to do when I was with Alessandro. I wanted him to capture me with his tongue, whisper all those sweet nothings in my ear, tell me that he loved me, too, even if he didn’t really mean it.
“Leave,” Alessandro said to Karrie and his medic, washing some blood from his hands.
I heard quick footsteps, and then the front door shut. My eyes fluttered closed quickly, and I sucked in a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He stood directly behind me, wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, and pulled me closer to him.
“What you did was dangerous,” he said into my ear with such anger and annoyance in his voice.
Rage built inside of me as I turned on my heel and shoved him away from me. But he caught my wrist before I could do anything.
“Screw you, Alessandro. If I hadn’t saved you, you’d be dead.”
“Karrie told me you were worried about me,” he said, a smirk crawling onto his face.
I tried to shove him back again. But he pushed me against the window, his lips brushing against my ear.
My breath caught in the back of my throat. “Fuck you, Alessandro,” I whispered, unable to get anything out but that. I balled my hands into fists yet relaxed as his lips pressed against the crook of my neck. “A fucking thank you would be nice,” I said through clenched teeth. Yet a thank you wasn’t what I wanted.
He picked me up off the ground–albeit with a bit of a stumble from his injuries–and my legs instinctively wrapped around his torso. “You looked fucking sexy with that gun in your hand,” he said, nibbling on my earlobe. “I’m hard, just thinking about it.”
He rocked his hips into mine, and I sucked in a deep breath, feeling his hardness press against my core.
Fuck, I wanted it so bad.
I wanted him so bad.
“You’re welcome,” I said sarcastically.
“I want you,” he said suddenly. “Forget what I said the other day about not wanting to be with you, Chiara. I want you.” He walked toward his bedroom with me, his hands gripping my ass, his mouth all over my neck. “And I’m going to have you.”
Resting one hand behind my head, he laid me back on the bed, pressing needy kisses down my neck. I ran my hands over his body, tugging his shirt over his head and kicking off his pants, being careful not to hurt him. He must’ve been so sore from earlier.
He crawled between my parted legs and held them apart, dipping his head to my stomach and kissing below my navel. Lying between my legs, he pulled down my pants, interlocked his fingers with mine, and started to eat me out.
My back arched, and I grasped his fingers tighter. Pleasure pulsed through my body, my legs slowly starting to tremble. I moaned out and felt his face drop even lower to my entrance, his tongue working its magic.
I stared down at Alessandro, my stomach in knots and a strong wave of emotion threatening to come over me. Alessandro wanted me. He really wanted me.
I curled my hand into his hair. “Alessandro, please …”
“Please what?” he asked, glancing up at me, face still buried between my legs.
“Take me,” I whispered.
He kissed back up my body, sucking on my nipple and grasping my tits softly. I clenched when the head of his cock brushed against my aching pussy. He pressed his lips to mine in one lingering kiss, then rested his forehead against mine and pushed himself inside of me slowly.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, moaning against his lips. He brushed his thumb against my cheekbone and stared down into my eyes so passionately and intimately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me. As soon as our lips collided, he started to pump in and out more quickly. His tongue slipped into my mouth. His lips devoured mine.
When he broke our kiss, he tugged me to his chest. I dug my fingers into his muscles, feeling his heart racing under them.
“Chiara,” he whispered into my ear, snaking an arm under my neck, “I love you.”
My heart almost stopped when he said those words, my pussy clenching around him. Alessandro loved me? The words sounded so small inside my head, yet felt so earth-shattering. I dug my fingers into him and bucked my hips against his.
He pounded deeper inside of me, and my walls clenched around him. The pressure built higher and higher and higher in my core.
“Oh God, Alessandro,” I moaned, arching my back. “I love you too.”
He stuffed his face back into the crook of my neck, pressed his lips below my ear, and sucked on my skin. His body tensed, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with his cum. I cried out, my body trembling against his, my walls pulsing around his cock.
My body tingled in delight, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. Everything was so much more intense than the last time we’d had sex, all my emotions raw. He pulled out of me slowly and lay on the bed next to me.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I love you so fucking much. You’re all I could think about. I thought I’d never see you again. But you’re mine now, and you’ll be mine forever.”