Valentino
Alessia took the bag and disappeared into the en suite. That was over an hour ago, and my patience is wearing thin. Ten more minutes—that's all I'll give her before I insist she opens the door.
My phone buzzes with an email notification. Opening my inbox, I find the message I've been waiting for. While in Sicily, Giancarlo tipped me off about a rare 1969 Duncan Taylor Macallan single malt scotch whiskey. It's not the elusive 1926 bottle I truly desire, but it'll be a fine addition to my collection.
The current owner is asking for one hundred thousand dollars—a modest sum to secure such a prized bottle. I reply promptly, arranging the wire transfer. By the time we're back in the States, it'll be resting in my cellarette.
Sliding the phone back into my pocket, I stand up. Alessia has taken long enough. Irritated, I pound on the door. "What's taking you so long?".
“I’m finishing my makeup,” she replies.
“You’ve had more than enough time,” I snap, impatience marring my tone.
There's a long pause before she speaks again. This time, her voice trembles slightly. "I don't want to do this."
"Stop this nonsense, Alessia. Open the door or I’ll break it down."
The bathroom door creaks open, and she steps out slowly, her face flushed and eyes cast downward. The sheer white lingerie clings to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to cover up.
"This is ridiculous, " she mumbles.
"You're being dramatic," I remark, my eyes darkening with desire. Hooking my arm around Alessia’s waist, I pull her against me. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” I grind my erection against her.
“I feel,” she says, struggling to get out of my hold. “Let me go.”
“Stop,” I say, my grip tightening. “Drop your arms. I want to see what’s mine.”
My eyes rake over her exposed form, scrutinizing every detail. The sheer lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination—her curves and the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath.
Satisfied, I release her wrist. "That's better," I state plainly. She'll learn not to hide herself from me. If she doesn't comply willingly, there will be consequences. “Sit down, dinner’s getting cold.”
I take my seat across from her and uncover the dishes. The aroma of roasted lamb and truffle risotto fills the space.
"Eat," I command, lifting my fork.
She picks at her food, barely lifting her eyes. "While I was in Sicily, I made significant progress with the DeLuca Famiglia ," I say, watching her closely. “We struck a deal that will allow them to move their product through Philadelphia.”
“Their product?” she asks.
“Humans,” I respond casually and take a bite of the roasted lamb, savoring the rich flavor.
Her fork clatters against her plate as she looks up at me, horrified. "You're letting them move trafficked people through our city? Are you insane?"
I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by her outburst. "It's a growing business. The profits are skyrocketing. This deal will secure our position, bring in wealth beyond measure, and solidify my power."
She shakes her head, her anger rising. "You're going to ruin lives. How can you be so heartless?"
I sigh, barely containing my annoyance. "Don't be na?ve. I'm not the one rounding them up. People want this, and I’m just making sure it happens."
"You have the power to make things better, but you're choosing to make it worse,” she argues.
"Enough," I snap, my patience thinning. "This is happening, whether you like it or not. Now, be quiet and eat your dinner."
She shoots me a glare but keeps her mouth shut. I finish my meal in silence, watching as Alessia absently pushes the food around on her plate. Once I'm done, I set my glass down and make my way to her side of the table.
"It's time," I say, holding out my hand.
Her eyes widen, fear flashing in them. "Can't we just talk?"
"No," I reply coldly. "I’ve given you three weeks to prepare for tonight. I’m not waiting any longer."
She takes a step back, shaking her head. "I don't want this, . Please."
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her toward the bedroom. "You'll do as I say."
She tries to pull away, but my grip only tightens. "You're hurting me."
"Good,” I say ignoring her protests and pushing her onto the mattress. She scrambles backward, but I grab her ankle and pulling her toward me. "Fighting turns me on, princess.”
"Please," she begs, tears streaming down her face. ", don't do this."
"Enough," I hiss, climbing on top of her and pinning her beneath me. "This is happening. You don't have a choice."
Her fists beat against my chest, her body rigid with resistance, but it only fuels my determination. Not wasting time undressing her, I tear the lingerie exposing her fully to me. My hand travels down her toned abdomen. Alessia clenches her thighs together, trying to keep me out.
I’ve waited long enough. It’s time to take what’s mine. “Open,” I command. I wedge my knee between her legs, catching my first glimpse of her smooth pussy. My cock throbs as I slowly work my finger deeper. “So damn tight.”
“You’re a monster,” she yells, sinking her teeth into my arm.
“Dammit,” I hiss. “That hurt.”
“Good,” she snarls, clawing at my chest. “Get your filthy hands off of me.”
Grabbing her arms, I pin them above her head. “Fuck, I like it when you fight me.” With my free hand, I open my pants, releasing my thick cock. Her eyes widen in terror as I stroke myself.
“Please, just let me go,” she pleads.
“Not until I have this,” I say as I rub the tip against her entrance. “I knew you wanted me. You’re fucking soaked.”
“That’s only my body protecting itself,” she says through her tears.
Slowly, I force my way in.
“Please, stop,” she pleads.
“Begging only makes me harder,” I laugh, pushing in some more but hitting resistance.
“I hate you.”
“You can hate me all you want,” I say as I thrust in hard, causing her to scream. “But now I own you.” Her body grips me like a vice. The sensation is so overwhelming it nearly pushes me over the edge. I’ve never fucked a virgin before. Maybe I should do this more often.
Her screams and muffled sobs are music to my ears. I thrust deeper, harder, the pleasure almost too much to handle. “You’re going to look so beautiful gagged and bound to my bed,” I groan, bending down biting her nipple. She hisses in pain as she thrashes beneath me, driving me closer to the edge.
I’m not going to last much longer. My hand moves between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb. I usually don’t care if the woman I’m with feels any pleasure, but this time, I’m going to make sure she does. Alessia needs to learn that her body belongs to me—that I control everything. “You’re going to come for me like a good girl.”
“No,” she gasps, shaking her head.
“Oh yes, you will,” I growl, my fingers flicking her clit as I thrust deeper. “Come all over my cock.”
Her body shudders as her orgasm overtakes her. With a final thrust, I explode inside her, groaning as my release takes over. When the last wave subsides, I pull out and roll over. “You should thank me for letting you come,” I say, breathing heavily.
“Fuck you,” she spits, tears still falling.
“You ungrateful little bitch.” I grab her by the hair and force her to look at me. “That’s the last time I’ll tolerate your mouth,” I warn, my voice low and dangerous. “Coming on my cock is a privilege that you will thank me for.” Her eyes blaze with fury. “Now.”
“Thank you,” she whispers through her tears.
“Better.” I release her with a slight shove.
Alessia turns away from me, curling up into a ball.
"Goodnight, princess."
I’ve been waiting to claim her virginity since the day I told Antonio that Alessia was mine. I can't wait until we return home so I can see the look on his face, knowing I possess something he can never have.
As her quiet sobs fill the room, I drift off to sleep.