Chapter 12 #4
His large hands bunch up the heavy, expensive satin train of the wedding gown, lifting the fabric out of the way.
He reaches beneath the layers, his fingers hooking into the silk of my panties and violently yanking them to the side, exposing my pulsing heat to the cool air of the room.
At the same time, his other hand fumbles with the zipper of his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length.
As he prepares to take me, he leans down and bites the sensitive junction where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me through the lace.
“I’ll make love to you some other time, Sienna,” he pants against my skin, his voice thick, rough. “But not today. Not right now. Right now, I want to fucking use you. I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of another man’s name while you’re standing in a wedding dress for me.”
“Alessandro—” I moan, my fingers digging desperately into his shoulders for balance.
But the moan instantly turns into a sharp, breathless whimper as he rears back and pounds completely into me in one deep, merciless stroke.
The sudden, thick fullness of him stretches me to the absolute limit. I arch my back against the hard wall, my eyes flying wide as a mixture of intense friction and pure shock rocks through my core.
He doesn't give me even a second to adjust to the bruising depth. He grips my hips with hands of absolute steel, pinning me securely in place, and begins to draw back before slamming into me again.
The pace he sets is brutal. The heavy satin of the wedding gown rustles violently with every hard thrust, the pristine white fabric bunched up around my waist as he ruins me inside the luxury changing room.
"Fucking beautiful," Alessandro rumbles, his voice rough and breathless against my ear as he pounds into me mercilessly. "Look at you. Stuffed in a wedding dress, taking my cock like a good girl. You’re mine, Sienna. Every single inch of you."
I can barely process the words. I can only cling to his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging through the fabric of his shirt as I try to hold on for dear life.
The sheer power of his movements has my head tossing back against the wall, my legs trembling as he lifts me slightly off the ground to angle me perfectly for his deepest strokes.
"Alessandro, please—" I sob, the words fragmenting into broken, ragged moans.
"Please what, dolcezza? Tell me," he growls, shifting his grip to cup the back of my thigh, lifting it higher to drive himself all the way to my hilt.
The wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting mine fills the tight space, entirely uncensored.
"Tell me how much you want it. Tell me who is stretching you out right now. "
"You," I whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my tightly closed eyes. I am completely helpless against him, unable to move, unable to do anything but take the relentless, possessive pounding. "It's you. Please..."
"Good girl," he pants, his hot breath scalding my neck as his pace grows faster, harder, more desperate.
He curves inside me, hitting that exact hyper-sensitive spot again and again until my vision starts to blur with an oncoming crash.
"Open your eyes, Sienna. Watch me take what's mine.
I want you to remember this exact feeling when you're walking down that aisle toward me. "
I open my eyes, my gaze locking onto his dark, burning stare. The sheer intensity of his possessiveness is terrifying, but it sends a violent wave of heat straight to my center. My internal muscles clamp down tightly around him, completely saturated and pulsing.
"That's it," he groans, a dark, primal sound tearing from his throat as he feels my body tighten. He delivers three more heavy, devastating thrusts that rattle my entire frame. "Clench around me, sweetheart. Take all of it."
With a final, desperate cry, I shatter completely, my body shaking with a violent orgasm that locks my legs around his waist. Alessandro lets out a low growl, his jaw tight as he drives himself into me one last time, pinning me flat against the wall as his own release hits him, filling me completely while the heavy satin train falls back around us in the quiet room.
He slowly pulls out of me, a soft gasp escaping my lips at the sudden loss of his heat.
My legs slide down his body, my knees so weak they threaten to buckle instantly against the plush carpet, but he keeps his strong arms wrapped firmly around my waist, supporting my weight.
He leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips—in stark, striking contrast to the absolute ferocity of the last ten minutes.
Then he steps back, adjusting his trousers and fixing his zipper before looking up at me. His dark eyes scan the slightly wrinkled, heavy satin gown still bunched in my hands. A knowing, wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Now, we definitely have to buy the wedding dress."
A breathless, shocked laugh bubbles up from my chest before I can even stop it. Alessandro's deep, rough chuckle joins mine, the rich sound vibrating in the changing room.
He steps forward, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing over my flushed cheek. He plants one final, quick kiss on my forehead. "We have to go, dolcezza. The elders don't like to be kept waiting, and we still have a long night ahead of us."