Chapter 12
Alessandro
27 Days Until The Wedding
L uci stops fighting me as I drag her out of my office. Hearing her come for me after she gave up control was the most intoxicating sound I’ve ever heard. I need to hear it again. We cross the house, up the stairs, and into my bedroom on the second floor. I let go of her once I slam the door, locking it behind me. Fear flashes in her eyes, similar to prey that’s been cornered by a predator. Good. She should be afraid.
“Why are we in here, Alessandro?” she chokes out.
While circling her, I answer bluntly. “We’re here for several reasons. One, because you tried to run. I’ve decided if I can’t trust you in your own space, you’ll be with someone twenty-four-seven and in my bed at night. And two, for this.” She gasps as I reach from behind her, wrapping my hand around the back of her throat, crashing my mouth into hers. Instinctually her head tilts as I kiss down the side of her neck, noticing the flush of her skin and the vibration of her body when she moans.
Guilt hits her as she tries to fight me. “Wait. Please, we can’t do this. I have to wait until—”
“We don’t have to wait for anything. I know you were raised to be a good Catholic girl and wait until marriage to lie with your husband, but as your future husband I’ve decided we’re done waiting.” When she goes to fight with me, I slam our bodies together, capturing any argument she has in my mouth. Her body relaxes as she wraps her arms around me, giving in to her lust as she pushes aside her guilt.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me to take you.” I crave her surrender before I take things further.
She squeezes her eyes shut and answers with an ashamed whisper. “I want you, Alessandro. Take it from me.”
“On your knees first.” Her eyes spring open, sparkling gold while she opens her mouth to respond. I pull her head back so we can see eye to eye when I speak first. “You can get on your knees willingly or I will shove you on your knees. What’s your choice?”
It’s a glorious sight, watching her lower down to her knees in front of me, curiosity and nervousness in her eyes as she peers up at me through her dark lashes.
“Unzip me and take me out.” Her hands shake as she hesitantly unzips my pants, grabbing my length in her hand. When she can see my length and thickness, she leans back, unsure what to do.
I tilt her chin up with my finger so all of her focus is on me. “Open your mouth for me, Luci.”
“Um . . . it’s uh . . . I mean you’re . . . ” Unsure of how to finish her sentence.
I chuckle, realizing what she’s referring to. “I’m guessing you’ve never seen an uncut man before. You don’t need to worry about that part. Open up for me.”
Hesitantly, she opens up as I guide myself into her mouth. “Now tuck those pouty lips to cover your teeth and close your lips like a good little wife would.” It doesn’t take much until she’s gagging on my length. Generosity is her saving grace as I fight the need to grab the back of her head and ram myself down her throat until I cut off her airway. “Slide your tongue up my length and lick the tip.” I groan at the sensation, sending a bold of electricity straight to my balls.
Yanking her up, I tear off her dress, pleased to see she’s not wearing a bra underneath. She moans as I brush my fingers across one of her sensitive nipples. I shove her on the bed, climbing between her legs while removing her white underwear. How symbolic. I’m fully dressed with my pants unzipped while she’s nude. Exactly as it should be. Anger fills my bones when she tries to cover up her perfect body. “When we’re together, you will not hide anything from me. Is that understood?”
Avoiding eye contact, she speaks lowly, “I don’t want you to think—you know.” She vaguely circles around the slight softness in her stomach and thighs.
“Don’t want me to think what? Think you’re fat? No fucking way. I’m going to feast on this pussy like it’s my last meal before execution until you see stars. Now don’t hide your body from me or I’ll tie you to the bed that way you physically can’t. Understood?”
A choked okay comes from her lips as I lick up her slit, circling my tongue around her swollen clit. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and the opposite arm around her center to keep her in place when I lick up her sweet juices. She fights against my hold as she pants and I know she’s about to come. Her golden hazel eyes meet mine the second she explodes. I flick her sensitive clit one last time before flipping her over and dragging her body to the end of the bed, her feet gently landing on the floor.
Holy shit, that’s a beautiful view.
I grab her ass, giving myself a perfect view of both her holes, but pause. I wonder. She senses this change in energy and there’s a slight shake in her next few breaths.
“Luci. I have a hard time comprehending that a woman in her midtwenties is a virgin. You’re telling me that no one has been in any of your holes?” I smirk, waiting for her response.
She tries to turn her body around while I hold her in place. “I am! I promise I am!”
“I have no doubt you have your precious cherry. It doesn’t mean you haven’t had anyone back here.” I press my thumb gently against her puckered hole and her body tells me everything I need to know when she moans. “Naughty Luci. Did you think that letting some boy fuck your ass kept you a virgin? You let some boy stick his dick in you. Who was it? A friend? A boyfriend? Someone at a party? Tell me.” Silence fills the air and my patience runs out. “Fucking tell me, Luci!” She jumps, still wrestling as she tries to escape my grasp.
“Alessandro, stop it. Let me go, please! I don’t want to talk about this.”
I lean down, my mouth next to her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin when I speak. “Too bad. We’re talking about it. I’ll ask one more time. Who fucked your ass?”
“A-an ex-boyfriend. My mamma and grandparents didn’t know about him. He told me I would still be a virgin and that he loved me. He broke up with me the next day when he told me I was ruined. I’m not ruined Alessandro, I promise!” She weeps as I turn her over, pushing us back on the bed and settling myself between her legs again.
I kiss her lips gently before wiping away a tear. “It’s okay. I won’t pretend to love you, but I will promise I’ll be here tomorrow.” She doesn’t respond until I slowly push myself into her, giving her time to adjust to my size. She screams as I push past the point of resistance, pausing when I’m settled inside her heat.
Luci cries quietly. “It hurts, Alessandro.”
“Shhhh. I know, Luci. Relax and let me fuck you.” I reach between us, rubbing her clit as the tension in her body releases. She gives a small moan and I take that as my sign to move. “That’s right, let the pain fade and pleasure take place. I’ll be gentle with you.” Her entire body shifts and I know she’s giving into the pleasure coursing through her.
“Oh my God. Jesus Christ. Holy. Wow.” She’s rambling, unsure of what to say while she surrenders to her body’s natural reaction to me.
“Yes, Luci. Call for them all you want, but remember I am your holy trinity now.” She stiffens when I perform the sign of the cross on her and lean down to kiss the crucifix on her necklace. As unholy as that is, the way she tightens around my length tells me that she secretly enjoys the way I speak to her.
“Alessandro. I think. I think I’m going to. Oh!” Her orgasm causes her to clench down, making it impossible to move and simultaneously causing my release. Even though that wasn’t my intention, I’m not mad I came inside Luci.
A minute later I pull out of her slowly, watching the intoxicating sight of her blood and my cum on my shaft and leaking out of her. I grab her on the jaw, forcing her attention on me, on us. “Do you see the mess you made? That’s us, both of us.”
She realizes what I mean and panics. “Did you? Did you, you know?”
“Yes, I did. When you came, you clenched down and strangled my cock until I had no other option except to stuff your pretty pussy with my cum.”
Luci shoots up in bed. “This is bad. This is really bad! I’m not on birth control, remember? There’s a pill we can get for this, right? We need to get one.”
Anger rushes through me. I thought we had the birth control conversation, at least I did. “No way in hell anyone is getting you Plan B. If you get pregnant, so be it. Regardless, it’s against your belief to interfere with God’s will. We’re getting married. Get the fuck over it. This conversation is over. Finito! Got it?” She’s silent with a stare cold enough to turn Medusa to stone when she slowly inches to the edge of the bed, wincing at the uncomfortable position she’s in. “What are you doing?”
“I was planning on putting my clothes back on and going back to the other bedroom to wash myself. Problem?”
“Yes. Several actually. What I said earlier hasn’t changed. You’re sleeping in my bed from now on. You can put on clothes and shower in the morning, but tonight, you are sleeping with my cum and the evidence of your broken innocence between your legs. Get comfortable Luci, because how difficult your life is all depends on how you respond to our family’s business dealings.” I leave her sitting on the bed as I turn on the shower, almost disappointed to wash her blood from my shaft. It’s captivating, turning lighter in color as it’s mixed with the water in the shower and runs down the drain.
I come out of the bathroom to see Luci curled up in bed, making herself look as small as she feels. I crawl into bed next to her, lying close but not cuddling with her.
I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I wake up the next morning. I search for my phone only to find Luci still asleep, curled close to me. I roll out of bed, studying her flawless form, and have to remind myself that she’s only business before I walk into the bathroom to prepare for the day.