Chapter 10
Alessandro
27 Days Until The Wedding
W hen El came yesterday, I left Luci alone while I made arrangements for our wedding. After hearing nothing from or about her all day, I figure it’s time to go check on my little collection. I scan my finger on the door and notice she’s sitting on the bed when I walk in, but don’t notice her new appearance until she stands.
“Luci how was—holy shit.” My voice catches in my throat when I see how El dressed Luci. She’s wearing a hint of mascara, making her eyes shine bright and her pouty lips painted with a rose lipstick beg to be kissed. The black flowy dress she chose almost reaches the floor and cinches in at her waist, accentuating her curvy body. The slight v-neckline highlights the top of her breast and my hands itch to pull the straps down to let them fall out. When she stands I notice the slit reaching up about mid-thigh.
The door audibly shuts behind me and I stand there, mouth slightly agape, frozen in place.
Luci’s hands come out slightly as she shrugs. “So? You’re the one who was insistent on El coming. Say something.”
Luci yelps when I rush her suddenly and grab her, holding her close as I take in her floral scent. I run my hands up the side of her body, grabbing at her perfect thighs when my right hand reaches the top of the slit on her dress. Her wide eyes finally blink when I clear my throat, letting go of her thighs but standing close enough that she could feel the heat when I exhale.
“It’s nice.” Those two words are all I manage to get out when Luci scoffs at my curt statement.
“Nice? What do you mean ‘Nice’? You’re such a jerk, you know that Alessandro? You do all this stuff thinking you can control me, but that’s not true. You can’t make me do anything. I’ll find a way out of here I guarantee that.” She shoves me away and runs off into the bathroom, locking the door before I have a chance to respond.
I rush over to the door, pounding on it with my fist. “Luci, unlock the fucking door! You’re a woman in your twenties stop acting like a child!”
“No! Go away, Alessandro.” She’s trying to sound brave, yet the slight tremble in her voice tells me she normally doesn’t stand up for herself.
“I will knock this door down unless you unlock it in the next five seconds.” I hear silence then the sound of the shower turning on. “Don’t ignore me I know you can hear me.” I’m met by more silence and start counting.
“Five.” Silence.
“Four.” I pause, hoping for a response.
The patience I want to have with her has run out when I rush through the last three numbers “Three, two, one.” I ram my shoulder into the door several times until the frame splinters and I bust through. She whips around, covering her naked body, shocked that I’ve acted on my threat.
“Alessandro! Go away! I’m in the shower!” I scan up and down every crevice of her body pausing at the crucifix she always wears around her neck.
Before she can process my actions, I run into the shower, still dressed, and pin her against the wall. “One thing you should know about me is that I always act upon my words. You are more than welcome to call my bluff, but always expect what I say to be true.” I can tell she’s self-conscious about being naked while I’m fully dressed as the water soaks through, drenching my clothes.
Her eyes flick anywhere except at me, hoping I won’t notice she’s crying as defeat floods her words. “Alessandro, please go away.”
“No fucking way, Luci. You will not hide from me. Everything about you is mine, and that contract confirms it. I know you’ve read through that word for word and know it’s the truth, regardless of how hard you try to deny it.” A sob escapes her when I state what she knows is true.
“Please leave me alone.” Her sad eyes mimic the shine of fresh rain on grass, pulling out the dimension in her hazel eyes.
Control disappears when I take her hands and pin them above her head. The fight she’s held in her since the moment she woke up is fading. She can’t hide the fact that her body wants me, even if her mind doesn’t. I take the opportunity and rub my free hand down her ass around her hip and up her inner thigh while her legs slightly tremble. The subtle way her body reacts tells me this isn’t the first time a man has touched her. Maybe I was wrong about her being a virgin.
“Please, Alessandro—” She gasps out as I’m mere millimeters from her precious heat.
“Fuck, you sound pretty when you beg. Please what, Luci? Don’t you dare tell me to stop. We both know you want this and you won’t lie to me. It’s not in your nature.” I shift my hand slightly brushing against her clit, sending a shock through her body.
Her mouth opens to the perfect o and her eyes go wide as she responds to my touch. “Oh!”
“I know, Luci. I can read you like a fucking book. I know you want my touch. What if I did this?” She practically begs for my touch when I press the tip of my finger inside her, barely anything but enough for her to groan. She’s for once speechless, frozen other than the slight rock in her hips. “Talk to me, Luci. Tell me what you want.”
“I-I please.” Her hips are searching for my touch when I pull my hand away.
“I need you to talk to me. What are you begging me for?”
A few painfully quiet seconds later she responds to me. “I want you to touch me.”
“Touch you how? I need you to be specific.” At this point, I’m teasing her until frustration mixes with the need in her eyes.
“Alessandro. Touch me with your fingers. I-I want your fingers inside me.” The last part is barely a whisper, Catholic shame drenching her words.
“Why are you ashamed of my touch? Is it because you hate me and shouldn’t want me? Oh, no it’s not that. I know why. It’s because God says you shouldn’t want a man’s touch outside of marriage. Tell me I’m right. Tell me and I’ll touch you the way you want me to.” Her eyes confess everything I already know before she answers.
“Y-yes. Yes to it all. I-I please, Alessandro. I need it.” I push a finger inside her as she gasps and her body relaxes into my touch.
“Fuck, Luci your pussy is tight. It’s perfect. Tell me, Luci, were you honest with Dr. Rossi? Are you truly untouched? Am I the first man to have his fingers in this sweet cunt of yours?” The nod of her head is all I need before I curl my finger finding the spot inside her she never knew existed.
“Oh my . . . wow.” Is all she manages to say in between moans. A short scream leaves her lips as I add a second finger stretching her.
“So perfect. Relax for me. Let me stretch this virgin cunt to fit my cock. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle with you for your first time.”
She pushes her hips against me, begging for my fingers to fuck her deeper. I let go of her wrists to use my other hand to rub her nipple between my fingers. She clenches around my fingers when I curl them, the combination of rolling her nipple and rubbing her g-spot is the mixture she needs. I know she’s about to tip over, seconds away like that silent moment before a rollercoaster drops. I pull my hands away and back out of the shower smirking. She stares at me, shocked at the sudden lack of touch.
“What? Why did you do that?” Her voice comes out as a squeak.
“You don’t get to come yet. The first time you come for me will be when you bleed for me. Enjoy your shower.” I turn and walk out of the room, soaking wet, and laugh when she chucks a shampoo bottle in my direction.
I change into dry clothes and head to my office, attempting to get work done. My hand grazes across my jaw and I can still smell her as I recall the tight grasp Luci’s pussy had on my fingers. Fuck she smells sweet. I wonder what she’s up to. She better not touch herself to get rid of that ache I left her with mere moments ago. A call comes in before I can check the cameras and I see it’s from Geno.
“Ciao, mio nipote, how are you?” For a scary man, Geno is kind to the ones he loves, at least when they deserve it.
“Ciao, Geno. I wasn’t expecting a call from you today.” The sooner I get off this phone call the sooner I can check on Luci.
“Straight to the point. I’m impressed. I’ve called to let you know I’m coming to Philadelphia on Friday. I expect a lunch to be planned for Luciana and her family the following day. At least both of her grandparents. It’ll be a nice little reunion. Everything else you can plan.”
As expected when I go to respond he’s already hung up. I hear some commotion from the hallway and my phone flashes blue, our signal confirming a security breach. When I reach to call Marco he kicks my door open, dragging none other than Luci into my office.
“Stop manhandling me and let me go!” She’s screaming at Marco while he has a firm bruising grip on her arm. I can’t tell if I’m more angry that she’s in my office or that Marco is potentially leaving marks on her skin. If I remember correctly, I specifically told him never to touch her. I’ll shove that aside for the time being to hear what possible reason she has for being in my office.
Marco stands guard after tossing Luci in the chair across from my desk while I initiate the conversation. “What did you do, Luci?”