Chapter 22
Alessandro
21 Days Until The Wedding
E nzo is already waiting outside the door when I exit the room. “Anything happens to her and there’ll be nothing left of your body to find. Got it?”
“Yes, boss.”
Locking Luci in that room has become exponentially harder every time I do it. I want to say it’s to punish her, but in reality, it’s to ensure she doesn’t run. I put aside those thoughts and feelings as I walk into my office as Geno scans through my computer.
“Why the fuck are your gambling numbers off? Baseball playoffs are next month and American football season is kicking off. No pun intended. If you can’t keep track of our gambling rooms and other debts, how can I trust you with American sports? It’s our largest revenue, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t send you here to fuck around. I sent you here to make me proud. These numbers. They don’t show what I know you can do.”
I haven’t surveyed our most recent set of numbers. We could have no money and I wouldn’t have noticed. “I’ve had some new men collecting lesser debts while I take care of Luci. I’ll get it taken care of.”
“You’ve let Luciana become a distraction. You’ve never done this. She must have some powerful pussy.”
Instead of responding to his statement, I decide it’s better to drink until I can’t hear his disappointment anymore. “I need a drink.”
“That gives me my answer. Get your shit together before I hand either her or my business over to Marco. He’s as much family as my own blood. At least I know he wouldn’t let some piece of ass distract him from his work.” It takes everything in me not to retaliate. If anyone else spoke to me in this manner, their brains would be splattered on the wall, but it’s not anyone. This is the man who raised me, the man whose approval I crave, the man who—regardless of how tough he is on me—is la famiglia.
The next few hours are a blur of numbers. Numbers of bets. Numbers of debts. Numbers of drinks. Half a bottle and many hours later, Geno has retired for the evening, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which as of lately are all consumed by Luci. I check Luci’s cameras to see that she’s asleep and in my drunken state, I decide to go up and watch her.
Enzo is still standing outside her door, practically falling asleep when I get there until I slap him. Now he’s plenty awake. “Get Domenico to watch the door, then go to bed. You’re useless like this.” He nods his head and walks off.
The door unlocks and I walk in to see a sleeping Luci, practically glowing in the moonlight that streams through the window. I take a seat in the chair facing her bed, ready to pass out when she starts dreaming. At first, little hums leave her lips as they slightly turn up. Soon those hums become moans. The sounds she makes, the way her face glows, it’s delectable. In my intoxicated state, I unzip my pants and take my cock out, pumping it twice before she mumbles. At first, I can’t understand what she’s saying until she clearly whispers the wrong thing, making me uncomfortably sober.
“Oh, Elio.”
I jump up and flip on the lights, grabbing the closest fragile thing and throwing it across the room, shattering it against the wall.
“Alessandro! What are you doing?” Luci has sat up in her bed, inching as far away from me as she can without falling off the bed.
“Who the fuck is Elio?” Rage fills me at the sound of his name leaving my mouth.
“What are you talking about? Get out of here. You’re drunk. I can smell you from here.” I can see the fear in her eyes. Is she fearful of me or that I’ll find out who she was dreaming about? Moaning for.
“Elio. You were moaning another man’s name in your sleep. Who is he?”
She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. “N-no one. I don’t know anyone named Elio.”
I’ve made my way into the bed, close enough to Luci that I’m caging her in, preventing her from moving. “You’re lying to me.” Suddenly it hits me, the only other man she has moaned for. It can’t be. He betrayed her, hurt her. “He’s your ex.” The way her body stiffens more than before tells me I’m right. “What were you dreaming of? The way he touched you. I know, the way he fucked that ass of yours. If he’s still filling your dreams after that, I should fuck it out of you. I’m the only man who should fill your holes.”
“Alessandro, don’t be so crude. It’s ridiculous!” She finally makes eye contact with me and I lose it. I crash my lips into hers and hold her close to me. The fight she gives slowly calms, admitting she wants me as much as I crave her. Her legs open as I grind against her, my cock hardening again. I kiss down her neck, peeling off my T-shirt that she’s wearing, pleased to know she’s naked underneath. I pinch one of her nipples while taking the other in my mouth as she moans. A moan just for me.
“That’s right, Luci. You need to remember that your moans are only for me. My name is the only name you need to be moaning in your sleep.” She nods her response as I’m still grazing my thumb over her hardened nipple. I continue to kiss my way down her body until I reach her pussy. She yelps as I take her legs, pulling her flat on her back, giving me the perfect view of her delicious cunt. She throws her head back, whimpering and grinding herself against me as I dive into her. Her natural pheromones are addictive. I want nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion, but I need to make her come first. I can’t fuck her until I taste her cum, the proof of what I do to her. She grabs my hair, grinding her pussy on my face and I hear her breathing speed up, practically panting. She soaks my face, her pussy getting wetter as she desperately chases her orgasm.
“That’s right, Luci, come on my face like you desperately want to.” And she comes, moaning as she bites down on her lip to muffle her screams. I climb up her body, lining the head of my cock up with her entrance, teasing her and she frustratingly groans. I push aggressively into her, not stopping until I bottom out. The way she looks at me, lust in her eyes as they glimmer gold, but disgust on her face makes it so I can’t emotionally handle looking at her. I bury my head in the crook of her neck as I fuck her. I don’t know if it’s out of anger, passion, or both. All I know is even when we can’t stand each other’s presence, we crave the other person’s touch.
I’m hauled back to reality by Luci’s desperate groans. I know that I’m going fast enough to tease her yet slow enough to keep her on edge, and it’s frustrating her. I laugh deeply before speaking to her.
“Tell me what you want from me, Luci. Tell me and I’ll let you come again.” I need to hear her admit what her body shows me.
Her response is bitter, said behind clenched teeth, “I don’t want anything from you. Oh!” I place my thumb on her clit, circling in torturously slow circles. I add to her frustration when I pull my thumb away, calling her out on her lie.
“There you go fucking lying to me again. I’ll say it one more time, Luci. Tell me. What. You want. From me.” She goes to shove me away and I grab her hands, pinning them above her. My other hand goes down by her clit, continuing those circles as I move in and out of her. Only a few more thrusts later, she cracks.
“Fine! Whatever, you win. I want to come, Alessandro. I want you to hit whatever spot it is that you do and make me come all over you. Please!”
I change my rhythm, knowing this is what will make her come almost instantly. As she’s coming down, I quickly flip her over when I step out of the bed and drag her to the end, her feet planted on the floor. “You’re so sexy when you come for me. I do wonder what you were dreaming about, though. I know what I need to do.” I grab her ass, spreading one cheek apart just enough to press the pad on my thumb on the puckered hole in the middle. “I need to fuck the memory of him out of you. I need to fuck your ass and make you forget you let him touch a hair on your head.” Her head turns to the side as she hears me opening the drawer to the side table, and pulling out a bottle of lube.
“When did you put that there?”
Popping the top off, I pour copious amounts down her crack and rub it on my shaft. “It’s always been there. Just in case.” I push the head of my dick against her hole, pressing the head in as she whimpers, loving the stretch it gives. “I’m staying here. You press back as your body is ready. Once you’re pressed against me, I’m going to fuck you and even though you don’t want to, you’ll love it.”
What might as well be centuries later, she’s adjusted to the intrusion and rocks back and forth as I watch my cock stretch her when it disappears deep inside her ass. My hand caresses up her spine, giving her goosebumps until I reach under her hair and yank her up against me, our bodies pressed together.
I immediately notice her necklace glimmering in the light and hold the crucifix between my fingers. “What do you think God would say right now? Would he call us sinners or would he say it’s okay that I fuck your ass because it’s not real sex? At least that’s what that dumbass boyfriend said. You let a man who wasn’t going to be your husband fuck one of your holes. That’s my job. I’ll forgive you Luci, but I have to make sure all your holes have been filled by me and can only be pleased by my touch.”
I rock in and out of her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Fuck, that’s alluring. I need to see that face as much as possible. All of a sudden I know what’s happening as she comes again, drenching the floor, and I’m not that far behind her, dumping everything I have inside her ass.
I’m shoved back into my intoxicated state once my post-nut clarity sets in. I hover over Luci, my cock spent as she looks back at me with green flooding in her eyes. “Everything about you is mine, remember that. Your body, your mind, your orgasms. All mine.” I see the moment of clarity on her face, processing the words I told her as tears brim her eyes. I’m too drunk to handle this. Instead of comforting her, I roll over, facing away from her, and pass out before I have another second to think about it.
There are two things I realize when I wake up in the morning. One, how hungover I am, and two, that Luci isn’t in bed with me. I scan the room and notice that she’s asleep on the chair I sat in the night before.
Fuck.
She’s so disgusted by me that she can’t sleep in the same bed as me. I slowly get out of bed and text Domenico to open the door, knowing I’d be fucked if I had to risk seeing her predominantly green eyes when she woke up.