Chapter 22 #3
"You think this is a game, Sienna?" he growls, his voice a rough register that vibrates straight through my chest. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as his grip on my neck tightens just enough to make me gasp.
"You are mine. Every look, every touch belongs to me. If I ever see another man look at you like he’s allowed to taste what's mine, I'll take his eyes out before I make him bleed. "
Before I can even formulate a sharp reply, his large hand slides down my waist, deliberately bunching up the pleated fabric of my white tennis skirt.
He pushes it up past my thighs, his knuckles burning against my bare skin.
With a swift, possessive movement, his fingers hook into the edge of my panties, pushing the fabric completely to the side.
Without a word of warning, he sinks a long, thick finger deep inside me.
An involuntary groan tears from my throat, and my head instantly falls back, my spine arching as the sudden, overwhelming wave of heat crashes through my core. I am already completely slick for him, my body betraying exactly how much his intensity turns me on.
Alessandro doesn't let me escape the sensation. His other hand wraps firmly around the front of my throat, applying a heavy, commanding pressure that completely grounds me.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice a lethal, breathless order.
My gaze snaps right back down to him, my eyes wide and heavy with sudden arousal as I lock onto his fiercely possessive stare, completely trapped under his weight in the front seat of the car.
I chance a glance outside the tinted window, and far off down the long driveway, I can still see the distant figures of Nino and Giulia standing near the court.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips as Alessandro's thumb ruthlessly brushes against my clit, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core.
"Alessandro, wait," I breathe, my hands tightening on his shoulders. "We’re in public. Nino and Giulia are still back there, they might be wondering why we haven’t moved..."
He freezes, his thumb pressing down hard enough to make me arch against him, his eyes turning entirely black with fury. "I don’t want to hear that fucking name from your lips, Sienna. Don’t piss me off."
"I was just—"
Before I can finish the sentence, he shakes his head, cutting off my argument.
Shifting his weight, he raises his hips against the driver's seat and yanks down his sweatpants and briefs, freeing his thick, rigid length.
He grips my hips with bruising strength and guides himself to my opening, plunging deep into me in one sudden, breathtaking stroke.
The sheer fullness of him fills me completely, and a loud, shattered moan tears from my throat. "Alessandro..."
He groans, his jaw clenching as he begins to move inside me, his pace hard and demanding. He leans up, his lips brushing against mine as he demands, "Yes. That’s the only name you’re allowed to say. Say it again."
"Alessandro..." I cry out, my fingers digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders as he pins me against the steering wheel.
He groans at the sound, his movements turning completely feral. He grips my hips and continues to pound into me with a heavy, unrelenting rhythm that rocks the entire car. The friction is blinding, making my mind go completely blank as he fills me over and over.
"Fuck, Sienna," he growls against my neck, his breath burning hot against my skin. "You are so tight. You wrap around me so perfectly. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose cock is stretching you out right now."
Before I can even gather the breath to answer, his grip on my waist tightens, his voice morphing into a dark, possessive threat that sends a shiver straight down my spine.
"If I ever catch another man putting his hands on what's mine, I will ruin him.
I'll make him watch while I take you right in front of him, just to remind everyone who owns you.
You're mine, Sienna. Don't you ever forget it. "
He shifts his angle, driving deeper, his pace slowing just enough to make every single stroke agonizingly deep. His gaze softens into something fierce but heavy with unyielding admiration. He leans up, pressing his forehead against mine, his thumb tracing my jawline.
"You were so beautiful out there on that court," he murmurs, his voice suddenly thick with a raw, breathless sweetness that completely melts my defenses. "Watching you move, watching you smile... you completely captivated the court, dolcezza. You were magnificent. My beautiful wife."
The sudden shift from raw dominance to pure devotion completely shatters me. The sensation is too much, the emotional and physical overload crashing down on me all at once.
My core clamps down hard around him as a violent, toe-curling climax rips through my body. Alessandro lets out a low, guttural roar, pulling me tightly against his chest as he buries himself completely inside me, his own release spilling into me in deep, heavy surges.
We collapse against each other, our heavy, ragged breathing filling the quiet cabin of the car as the world outside completely fades away.
I am too far gone for this man, and I wonder if there’s still a way out for me.