Chapter 26
Alessandro
12 Days Until The Wedding
L uci and El are still holed up in the room, laughing about something, when I stop in front of the door. Enzo stands beside the door, trying to be as professional as possible. When I reach down to scan my finger, I notice the scanner isn’t there anymore.
“Where’s the lock?” Enzo can’t be this stupid to go against orders again.
“El convinced Marco to change the lock so it locked from the inside for the day. Something about wedding dresses and stupid boys.”
“Sounds about right.” I pound on the door to get Luci or El’s attention. “Open the fucking door.” The door opens a minute later, a petite blonde appearing in the doorway.
“Can I help you?” El’s words are slightly slurred, but her stance is firm and her eyes focused.
I ask the inevitable when I see Luci over El’s shoulder, “How much have you two had to drink?”
The answer given is typical El fashion. “Enough for an empty stomach, oh yeah. Enough to deal with your bullshit, no way.”
“El, I’ll have Domenico give you a ride home.” She waves her goodbyes before walking away with a slight wobble of her heels. Luci is sitting on the bed, head loped to the side with half-hooded eyes.
“Is my fiancé drunk?” She giggles and nods as she answers, a tiny fleck of blue that I never noticed shining in her eyes. I know green means sadness. Gold means lust. What does blue mean? “Okay, let’s get you to bed.”
Luci turns her head, watching me like she wants to devour me as we’re walking down the hallway. “Keep your eyes forward or you’ll fall.”
She stops us, turning to me before whispering, or at least an attempt at what I’m guessing is a whisper. “I want to fuck you. Yup. That’s what I’m going to do. Lay down and I’ll ride you to the moon and back.” She’s on her knees pulling my hands to get on the floor with her, but all I can think of from this angle is fucking those rose painted lips.
I have to snap myself out of my fantasy, answering her as I do the responsible thing. “Luci, we can’t fuck right now.” She responds with a pouty little face as I pick her up off the floor. “I also doubt you could find the balance to ride me. Let’s go take a bath.” She lets out a content hum as I drag her to the bathroom.
By the time I’ve drawn her a bath, Luci has fallen asleep in bed. She groans as I undress her and pull her into my arms, bringing her into the bathroom.
“Don’t fall asleep again,” I warn her when I place her in the tub.
Her brows furrow, confused and still drunk. “Why aren’t you in the bath with me?”
“Because you’re drunk. If I was in the bath with you I’d fuck you and while I’d love to have that opportunity, I shouldn’t right now.” I accidentally brush across her nipple with the washcloth while she responds with a moan.
“We had sex when you were drunk. Now we can have sex when I’m drunk.” I cringe when she mentions the biggest regret I hold from our relationship. And our relationship started with me kidnapping her.
Luci grabs my hand, dragging it between her legs. “Alessandro. Touch me. Please. I want your touch. I want to come.”
I look up from my hand to see her eyes spearing into mine, begging me just as much as her words are. I close my eyes, reminding myself it’s better to ask for forgiveness and a mental note to go to confession.
“Fuck. Spread your legs for me. I can’t make you come if your legs are together.” Her lips tip up into a small smile, opening her legs and allowing my fingers to separate her folds, finding her clit already swollen. “I love your body’s reaction to mine. You were made for me, Luci. Mine to marry. Mine to fuck. Mine to l—” I stop myself before I can finish that sentence, worried that if I said that four-letter word it would snap her into sobriety.
She’s bucking into my hand, finding the friction she’s desperately wanting, gasping when I insert two fingers into her. I curve my fingers while she rides my hand, using my palm to rub her clit. Soon she’s throwing her head back, squeezing my fingers, wishing it was my cock she was coming all over.
Later.
She appears to be asleep when I dry her off and bring her into bed. I don’t worry about putting any clothes on her when I strip down to my underwear and climb into bed with her. Her body must sense my presence because she rolls over, hiking one leg over me and nuzzling her head on my chest.
“Alessandro,” said so quietly I knew she was almost asleep.
“Yes?” I’m curious, even though I know whatever she’s about to say is the wine talking.
“I’m falling in love with you.” I snap my head in her direction to answer back, but her steady breathing lets me know she’s already asleep.
That must be the wine talking. At least that’s what I convince myself. She can’t be falling in love with me. Regardless, I reach for my phone to turn off the alarm I set. I text Marco and Carlo, our accountant for collections, letting them know I’m taking tomorrow off and not to fuck anything up. I need to spend some time with Luci. I need to gauge her feelings while sober.