26. Devils At Sea
DEVILS AT SEA
Soft, dim light streamed through every window of the Vitales' master suite. Twilight crept toward dawn, lifting away night’s black veil. The promise of morning cast airier, silver-lined shadow play across the lavishly decorated room.
Alessandro stirred from his dreams. He wasn’t ready to open his eyes. Not yet willing to rouse from the warmth and comfort of his bed. Instinctively, he rolled toward his sleeping wife. His arm slid over Elyse's waist, pulling her to him. He spooned her slighter body against his frame. As her naked back kissed his bare chest, she released a contented sigh and snuggled deeper into his embrace. At last, brown and blue-gray eyes blinked open. His gaze drifted toward her, looking at her with tenderness.
Cuore mio.
His heart melted at the feel of her, so close to him, safe and happy at last, after the hell they endured together. A fierce wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm him.
This woman owned his whole fucking heart.
Years ago, she’d been his angelo . An angel with a sharp, steady scalpel who saved him from certain death on the floor of her apartment. In return, his ungrateful ass had lured the pretty surgeon to Europe and forced her to marry him. He told himself that her Graviano name was too enticing to turn down. He insisted the alliance with her grandfather was needed to fend off his enemies.
But he could've married someone else.
Like Mariposa.
Like Cara.
Or even one of the Svizzi or Trevisano girls.
Perhaps, then, Aberto, Domenico, and Carlo wouldn't have turned on him, and the traitors would still be alive, raising hell behind the scenes. At the time, Alessandro failed to understand why he couldn't let go of his green-eyed diavola like the other troublesome bitches in his radius.
Now, though, Alessandro understood why he’d held on to Dr. Elyse Romero so tightly even though she wanted nothing to do with Cosa Nostra . There was something about her that felt like the missing piece he’d been searching for all his life. To this day, her very being continued speaking to his very soul. She was his complement in every way. Her calm to his turbulence. Her shield to his sword. She was his queen in every sense.
Admittedly, he’d been a selfish, greedy bastard to hoard her all to himself.
Back then, guilt had weighed on him after he decided to entrap her. Later, this same guilt led him to grant her a choice. A choice to take back the freedom stolen from her. After their marriage, against every fiber of his being, Alessandro underwent great lengths to ensure her safe escape from Cosa Nostra .
When her father passed away, Alessandro truly believed that Elyse wouldn't return to Palermo. He assumed his wife would take the manila envelope inside her suitcase and run as far as she could from him. She was supposed to go to London as Dr. Eve Davies and break his fucking heart.
Thank God he’d been wrong.
Miracles did exist because Elyse had chosen him in the end. Alessandro knew that he was a blessed man, utterly undeserving of his wife's love and loyalty, but he remained, at heart, a selfish, greedy bastard. Now that she’d delivered herself back into his arms, he possessed no intention of letting go. Ever . Alessandro intended to spend a lifetime doting on his wife so that she’d never regret her decision to stay.
With Elyse at his side, Alessandro had been able to forge a safer life and a stronger empire away from his father's dark legacy. Together, they’d also created the world's most perfect, lovable, and troublesome green-eyed toddler. Paperotto . Little Nicco made Alessandro hope for more children with Elyse. A Dio piacendo , at least, one more. God willing .
A sweet baby girl who might grow up to be as fearsome as her mamma, no?
His arms tightened around Elyse. Quiet, blissful moments like this one were his favorite. Moments before the hectic pace of daily schedules and responsibilities stole him away from his family. The precious minutes where he was alone with his wife and nothing else could disturb them in the sanctuary of their bedroom .
His cock stiffened with interest at the feel of her curves pressing so invitingly against his body. It’d only take a nudge to part her thighs. Then, he would be able to slide inside the softness of his wife's sweet cunt. Alessandro felt more than ready to fuck Elyse, they were ready for another child, but he willed his desire away. For now, he simply wished to lay with her, hold her, and bask in happiness.
A while later, golden light seeped into their room. Shadows faded into a new day. Alessandro's self-control began to waver. His wife's beautiful body beckoned to him. Unable to resist, he leaned over to plant a light kiss on her shoulder. Alessandro's hand soon ghosted up her chest to caress the full, rounded shape of her breast. He gave her nipple a playful tweak between his thumb and forefinger. His touch awakened her.
Green eyes fluttered open. Elyse gave a small yawn. It was followed by a lazy stretch as she grumbled under her breath, "Couldn't you have given me five more minutes? I was having a nice dream."
He grinned. "About who?"
Elyse turned toward him with a look of affection. "You, of course, mi corazón ."
Alessandro couldn't help but smile. Mi corazón. He’d never tire of hearing it. "And what was I doing in your dreams?"
Smiling, Elyse shuffled over to kiss him. "Take a guess.”
Alessandro's ears perked up with interest. "Being a filthy menace, I hope?”
“ The filthiest .”
His dick perked up with even greater interest. “Sounds like it was a very nice dream.”
“We were everywhere, baby.” Elyse drove his imagination wild when she revealed, “In the captain's chair, against the railing, on the deck..."
Releasing a helpless groan, he nuzzled Elyse's neck and nipped at her skin. "You let me fuck you on a boat?"
“Yes.”
"Tell me more," Alessandro demanded in husky tones. He clung to her and probed his hardening cock against her folds. " Dio , tell me everything."
"No," Elyse hummed with a knowing gleam in her eyes. "Or else we’ll never get out of bed."
He glared down at his aching boner. “Does it look like I can move right now, wife? ”
“Poor baby,” Elyse cooed sympathetically even while nudging him away. A worried look pinched her lovely features. "But I need to get ready for work. And so do you. What do you have planned for today, Alessio?"
His cock twitched unhappily, but he forced himself to focus, "I need to start preparing for London.”
A crease marred her brow. "Has Mr. Berkshire given you any updates about the merger?"
“Are you worried about my trip?”
“A little.”
Alessandro could tell that she was lying. He tried to assure her, “Everything will be fine, cuore mio . You will not even know that I am gone."
Appearing unconvinced, Elyse mumbled, "I hope you’re right."
Alessandro frowned at his wife's troubled expression. He wished to remove her worries. She’d been wound up so tight these past few weeks. Granted, their businesses were in a very precarious situation. There was so much riding on this merger. In truth, he hadn't been at ease, either. Perhaps, they both needed a bit of release before parting ways next week? A wicked idea struck Alessandro right then.
His brow furrowed as though a thought had suddenly occurred to him. "Shit, I just remembered something."
Elyse glanced over as she started putting on her scrubs. "What?"
"You asked about my plans today, no?"
She nodded. "I did."
He tossed out as casually as possible, "There is an important meeting scheduled this afternoon, and I will need you to come with me."
Alarm flickered on her face. "Is everything alright?"
Alessandro chose not to answer her questions and, instead, smiled like an innocent angel. "I will pick you up from the hospital around two o’clock. We can discuss details on the drive over."
Studying him closely, suspicion clouded Elyse's features as she agreed with a slight frown, "Okay, I'll be ready."
Later that afternoon, at two o'clock sharp, Nils and Alessandro pulled up to the Renata Vitale Memorial Hospital. A few minutes later, Elyse emerged from the front entrance. It appeared she’d showered at the hospital and changed out of her scrubs. She looked stunning and prepared as hell for their meeting in a white silk shirt, smart gray blazer, and matching pencil skirt. As always, Alessandro got out of the vehicle to help his wife into their black Bentley.
The moment they were settled in the backseat, Alessandro pressed the button for the privacy shield. He also removed his tie.
“Why are you taking that off?” Elyse narrowed her eyes. "I thought we were going to a business meeting?"
Staying silent on purpose, he simply reached over and started wrapping the silk around her eyes.
"What are you doing?" gasped Elyse.
"Making sure that you cannot see anything, feel anything, or touch anything without permission," he answered as though this was a perfectly normal command. “I am charge now. Your body is mine for the rest of the afternoon.”
Elyse gave a pause. But she didn't fight while he secured the tie around her head. "We’re not going to a meeting, are we?"
"Fuck, no." His wife could no longer see the grin on his face.
"I feel like I'm being kidnapped," she muttered.
"You are being kidnapped," he confirmed without missing a beat. His hand slid under her skirt and lacy underwear. "Resistance will be futile, but I promise to make this abduction very enjoyable."
Alessandro couldn’t see her eyes through the blindfold, but he could feel her glare when she snapped, “Fucking hell! I had to reschedule two surgeries today because of you!”
Undeterred by his wife’s wrath, he cupped her pussy in hand, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. Whimpering softly, she ground herself against him. His fingers ghosted over every fold and crease, caressing, teasing, and taunting her until she grew hot and slick beneath his touch.
He remarked calmly, “You sound mad.”
With flushed cheeks, Elyse growled, “I’m fucking pissed.”
“Then why are you wet?” He swept his fingertips over her dripping cunt, barely teasing, in light, to-and-fro motions.
A helpless moan escaped while her hips began to writhe from his touch. “ Dios , I'm going to make you pay for this!”
" No , cuore mio , you are wrong. I think I will be perfectly fine," he whispered in her ear. “You, however, are about to get fucked to hell and back.”
Elyse was already dripping beneath his hand. Without mercy, he dipped his fingers inside her, drenching himself with her excitement. Alessandro used it to circle her clit, round and round, until she started panting from the sensation .
Then, he pinched her.
She burrowed her head against his neck and gasped, "Oh, Dios, Alessio..."
The sight of his wife's pleasure and the feel of her cunt beneath his fingers went straight to his dick. He ached for her. Using his free hand, Alessandro reached over Elyse's lap to snatch a small black gift bag from the empty seat. From the bag, he removed a red U-shaped toy. It had been purchased only an hour ago, specifically, for this occasion.
With his tie still wrapped around her eyes, Elyse couldn't see the toy in his hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He chided, "Pazienza." Patience.
The vibrator buzzed on with a strong, unwavering hum. Breathlessly, she prompted again, "Is that for me?"
"But of course."
Alessandro removed her skirt and tugged down her panties. He positioned the U-shaped toy against her pussy, slipping the vibrating end inside while the other end sucked on her clit.
She moaned weakly in Spanish, "Ay Dios mío, esa mierda se siente demasiado bien..."
As he helped his wife rearrange her clothing in a presentable manner; Alessandro commanded, "You are not allowed to come until I say so."
"Easier said than done," Elyse said through gritted teeth.
A deep, rosy flush now colored her gorgeous face. Her breaths were falling out in short, quick puffs. She looked turned on beyond measure. It aroused him, too. Alessandro leaned over to kiss her while fondling her tits over her dress shirt. She moaned blissfully against his mouth and reached down to grasp his cock, tugging on the steely length over his trousers, teasing him as relentlessly as he was teasing her.
Twenty minutes later, both Alessandro and Elyse were teetering, panting, on the edge of release. Their Bentley finally slowed to a stop near the marina.
"Have we arrived?" Elyse inquired in a heated manner.
"Sì."
Alessandro peered out the window. The Sicilian sun was shining bright in a cloudless sky. The waters were calm and strikingly blue. It was truly a perfect day to take their yacht out for a spin.
She pressed, "Where are we? "
Alessandro smiled. "You will know once we step outside the car."
The sea breeze and lapping waves would probably give themselves away.
"I don't know if I can walk," Elyse admitted with an embarrassed chuckle, clenching her thighs together. "I'm so fucking close, you don't understand!"
"Then, it seems," Alessandro offered, "I must carry you."
Together, they exited the vehicle, and Nils drove away with a resigned yet knowing expression on his face. Alessandro paid their driver no mind. With ease, he plucked Elyse into his arms and carried his wife onto their yacht as though they were newlyweds entering the threshold of a new home.
Alessandro brought her to the stateroom and deposited her on the bed. Gently. He could hear the faint whirr of the toy thrumming between her legs alongside the lulling rhythm of the sea. Alessandro strode over and withdrew some leather bindings from a nearby dresser. This was a game they played quite often as a married couple, so he always kept the, ehm , necessary equipment on hand.
Seconds later, he secured his wife's wrists above her head and splayed her legs wide open, anchoring her ankles with the bindings to some hooks near the bedposts.
Elyse squeezed her eyes shut and pleaded, " Mi corazón, por favor , I can't take this anymore..."
"Stay here," Alessandro replied, calmly, as if his cock wasn't dying to fuck her as well, "I will pilot us out to sea."
She demanded, "You're just going to leave me here?"
"Sì."
His hand then roamed down to her sex and switched the toy to an even more intense setting. The hums grew louder. The vibrations became stronger. Elyse's hips jolted in response. She tried to move, this way, that way, but she didn't get far. The restraints held her in place. His wife was helpless. Sightless. Totally at his mercy.
"You bastard!" Elyse half-growled and half-moaned in outrage.
"Yet, you called me 'mi corazón' a second ago," Alessandro reminded her in a pleasant tone.
She snapped, "I changed my mind!"
"You will thank me later," he promised roguishly.
With a low chuckle, Alessandro left Elyse to suffer and squirm in ecstasy on their bed .
Once Alessandro reached the helm, he turned on the controls and navigated their yacht to an expanse of open water about five minutes from shore. His dick was still hard, unsatisfied, left wanting, and ignored. In a way, Elyse's torment had become his punishment, too.
As quickly as possible, he anchored their vessel and returned to his wife's side.
The moment Alessandro re-entered the stateroom, his wife asserted, "Took you long enough!"
He couldn't wait any longer, either. In a hurry, Alessandro unzipped his trousers. "Would you like to come on your own? Or on my cock?"
"Your cock," she decided right away.
His chest swelled with elation at her choice. So did his dick. "Good girl."
In under ten seconds flat, Alessandro undressed his wife and removed the toy from her body. It glistened from her essence. There was no need for more foreplay, but the devil inside him wanted to play some more, nonetheless. He climbed off the bed. Alessandro stood before his naked wife, taking a moment to admire the view. Stunning. Sexy. His . Alessandro then pulled Elyse to the edge of the mattress, parting her legs wide. His mouth dove upon her pussy, sucking, licking, and teasing her to madness. Alessandro used the tip of his tongue to flick her clit. She let out a gasp of approval. Desperately, Elyse fought against her restraints to bring herself closer to him. Alessandro eyed her hungrily. His balls tightened with need at her wanton, needy state.
Keeping one hand between her legs, Alessandro shuffled closer. He lowered his cock to his wife's mouth.
"Take me," he challenged in husky tones, "and make me beg."
"Pride comes before the fall," Elyse reminded him right before she sucked the head of his dick between her lips.
His wife's mouth closed around him, forming a suctioning paradise around his sensitive tip as her tongue danced along the underside of his length.
Alessandro's hips bucked as he groaned. "Bring me to my knees, wife, I dare you..."
She seemed to take his words to heart, bobbing her head up and down with renewed vigor. Need and want spiked through him. Alessandro began to thrust into Elyse's mouth all the while continuing to play with her clit. He fondled the pink nub and fingered her slit, edging her without a shred of compassion.
Five minutes later, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Alessandro sensed that if he didn't stop now, then he was going to come within the next few strokes, and it was well past time to fuck his woman to heaven and back.
Readily, Alessandro aimed himself between Elyse's legs and shoved his cock inside her swollen, dripping pussy with no finesse. She drew in a sharp breath. Gratification flooded her features. He grunted with pure joy at the sweet, familiar squeeze of her sex hugging his cock. A frenzied instinct drove him to move. His hips snapped and rolled. Alessandro began to pound her like a piston.
"Are you ready to come on my cock, wife?" he rasped.
"Yes, yes, Alessio, yes," she whimpered in delirium. "Please don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me like this, I love it, te quiero, te quiero, te quiero ..."
His heart nearly burst with emotion while he gazed down at her utter submission to him.
Begging.
Bound.
Blindfolded.
Being fucked.
By him.
He was a blessed son of a bitch, indeed.
"You are my everything, Elyse," Alessandro returned in a choked voice, "I will never stop with you. Never. I will always fuck you with everything I have as a man, and I will love you until my final breath. Until I am no more. If there is an afterlife, my soul will seek yours out—"
"Enough with your words, baby," his wife interrupted with a good-natured groan, "I know how much you adore me. Right now, though, I just want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. I need to come so badly."
In response, he thrust into her. Hard. Fast. To the hilt. Laughingly, he grunted, "You do not have to tell me twice."
Over the next few moments, Alessandro devoted every push and pull of his cock to driving his wife toward orgasm.
Push.
Elyse looked like perfection, all flushed in the face and whimpering, beneath his body.
Pull.
Sweat shone from her bronzed, sun-kissed skin. Before, when Alessandro had fucked women during these types of games, dominating his partners had empowered him with some semblance of control over his own pointless, philandering existence. The intensity of bondage in sex play had also provided a welcome distraction from the soul-crushing burden of being Vincenzo Vitale's son and heir.
Push.
His perspective had since shifted in an entirely different direction.
Pull.
Now, these games were all about trust. Only trust. He wanted to dominate Elyse because she let him. Because she trusted him with her body, her mind, her heart. Alessandro wanted his wife to dominate him because he wished to show, in turn, the depth of his trust in her. His love for her. His respect for her.
Push.
Pull.
Push, pull, push, pull.
Push-pull-push-pull—
Her core contracted around his shaft, milking him in the sweetest, most sinful grip-and-release, grip-and-release pulsations. Soon after, Alessandro spilled his seed inside her in hot, heavy spurts of come. Wave after wave of rapture coursed through his cock. In time, the tightly wound intensity of his climax melted into a much more relaxed, pleasing feeling, and he lay on top of her, heaving, in a state of euphoric bonelessness, for several minutes.
When Alessandro recovered, at last, from his afterglow, he released the leather straps around Elyse's wrists and ankles. He removed his tie from her eyes. Then, Alessandro rose from the bed to fetch his wife some water and cuddle with her a while longer, kissing the redness on her wrists and massaging her sore ankles.
"I love you," he murmured with his eyes closed.
"I love you, too," she whispered back, resting her cheek upon his chest. "I am a lucky bitch to be loved by a devil like you."
His eyes opened again when he heard her yawn. He glanced down at Elyse's sleepy expression with wry amusement.
Alessandro remarked, "Do not get too comfortable, cuore mio . I am only getting started with you."
Her head lifted from his chest with wide eyes. "What?"
Smirking, he retrieved one of the leather straps and insisted, "Go take a seat on the captain's chair, wife, and let us turn your dreams into reality."
Elyse's breath caught as her green eyes darkened with anticipation. "Is that so?"
For the remainder of the afternoon, Alessandro bound and fucked his wife in the captain's chair. On the deck. Against the railing.
In these hours of beautiful, mindless lovemaking, they forgot about the merger. They forgot about Alessandro's pending flight to London. Their worries dissipated into the salty air, alongside the rocking of the waves. For this one afternoon, husband and wife simply existed in their own little world of depraved, mind-blowing sex. And, of course, love. So much love.
By sunset, Alessandro felt incredibly drained, completely fucked out, yet, his heart had never been fuller. They lounged together, entwined without a speck of clothing between them, on the deck of their yacht, admiring the orange-pink skies as the sun sank toward the horizon. A seemingly endless Tyrrhenian Sea stretched toward the setting sun, glimmering in shifting golds and indigoes. Alessandro wrapped his arm around his wife's slender shoulders, tucking her snugly into his embrace.
Brushing his lips across her temple, he inquired, "So, did you... enjoy... yourself this afternoon?"
A beat lingered between them.
She hesitated before replying, "I did enjoy myself, but..."
Concern creased Alessandro's brow. He prodded, "But?"
"Next time," Elyse requested with a cheeky wink. "I want to be the one in charge on the yacht."
He grinned with relief. "You may do whatever the hell you want with me, cuore mio . You know how much I adore your games."