Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“You’re going to regret saying that to me,” Alfie says right before his lips slam down onto mine. His hands reach behind my back and then he’s undoing the zipper on my dress and peeling the fabric from my body, while continuing to devour my mouth.
I shake out of the dress. And once I’m left in just my underwear, Alfie picks me up and throws me on the bed. He stares down at me, at all the bite marks he’s already left on my stomach. He reaches for his ankle and then he’s twirling a knife between his fingers.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I look at him. Oddly, I do. “With my body? Yes.”
With my heart? Absolutely not, because I have no doubt whatever fire I’m playing with when it comes to Alfie Giuliani is going to scar me in the worst possible ways.
Alfie’s lips tilt up at one side. “Don’t move,” he says.
He removes his jacket, and I watch as he places not one but two guns on the dresser before he removes his shirt and shoes. Then he walks back up to the bed, kneels between my legs, and picks up the knife. “You say stop and I’ll stop.”
“Okay?” I have no idea what he’s planning to do, but I also have no doubt he’d stop if I told him to.
I watch as the tip of the knife runs down the middle of my torso, not cutting into my skin. He’s barely touching me. There’s a part of me that wonders what it would feel like, if he did cut me. How much it would hurt…
Alfie picks up the side of my panties, pulling the lace away from my skin, and uses the knife to slice through the material. He repeats this on the other side before he’s throwing the now-destroyed panties over a shoulder.
“I think right here….” Alfie runs his finger tips over a spot just above my hip bone.
“For what?”
“My mark,” he says.
Before I can protest, he’s pressing the tip of the knife against my skin, hard enough to draw a little bit of blood. He makes a small cut, leans over, and runs his tongue over it. Licking up the blood. A twinge of pain and a lot of pleasure course through my body.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he says while making another slice above my hip. Again he leans down and licks my skin.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The sensations almost too much. Alfie’s body between my legs is holding them open, and then he cuts me again, and I moan.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he tells me.
He repeats the process. The knife drops onto the floor. And he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit and that’s all it takes for me to soar. I was so worked up that the moment his tongue touched me, pleasure exploded through my body.
Alfie kisses his way up my torso. When he reaches my mouth, he hovers above me. “You really are my good girl, Molly. And now, everyone will know who you belong to,” he says.
I’m still blissed out from my orgasm. His words don’t even register before he’s kissing me. My arms wrap around his neck as I hold him closer. I want more. I always want more.
My hands move over his shoulders, down his chest, along those abs I fucking love until they reach his belt.
I undo it fast and then his pants. Reaching in, I wrap my hand around his cock.
It really is impressive—of course, I wouldn’t admit that to him.
The man does not need his ego stroked. What I will stroke is his cock and that’s exactly what I do.
My fist runs up and down, collecting the precum from the tip on my thumb before spreading it all over his shaft. I’m ready for him to bury himself inside me.
But then it hits me. He marked me.
Pushing at his shoulders, I shove him onto his back and climb on top of him. Alfie smirks as he reaches behind me and flicks my bra undone. I look down at where he was cutting me.
“Your initials,” I say. “You put your initials on me.”
“I did warn you you’d regret telling me I could,” he says unapologetically.
“I like it.”
“Oh, I know you did.” He chuckles.
“But I think it’s only fair that I get to mark you,” I tell him
Leaning down, I press a kiss against his right pec, before moving to the left one and doing the same thing. I kiss my way over his abs, shift on the bed, and settle myself between his legs. Twisting around, I spot the knife on the floor and bend over to reach for it.
“What are you planning to do with that, Molly?” Alfie asks, as if he finds me holding a knife funny.
“I’m going to mark you,” I tell him, pressing the tip of the knife to the skin right above his hip bone, the same spot he marked me.
“You’re going to brand me?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.” I hold the knife to his skin, pressing in a little but I have no idea how much pressure I need to put on it. I don’t want to accidentally hurt him.
Alfie wraps his hand around mine and guides the knife deeper into his skin, dragging it down.
He lifts it and starts again until the letter M can be seen under the quickly-pooling blood.
Unlike him, I do not have a thirst for it and have no intentions of licking his wound.
He then presses the knife into his skin again and creates a circle right next to the letter M.
“Does it hurt?” I ask. He’s bleeding a lot more than I did. “Why are you bleeding so much?”
“I dug deeper. I wanted to make sure it scars,” he says, taking the knife from my hand. He tosses it to the floor. Then I’m suddenly underneath him again and he’s straddling my legs. His hand reaches into his back pocket and he pulls out a condom.
“Are you always prepared?” I laugh.
“You think I’m going to pass up getting my dick into you because I don’t have a condom? I’m not a fucking moron,” he says.
I watch as he rolls the condom down his shaft. He shifts his knees until he’s between my legs and the tip of his cock is lined up with my entrance.
“Do you want this?” he asks me.
I nod my head.
“Words, Molly.”
“Yes,” I say out loud.
“Good girl.” He slowly pushes into me, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. “Fuck me, I swear you feel better every fucking time,” Alfie groans.
“Same.” I moan when he pulls out and slams back into me.
Alfie lifts my legs, hooking my knees under his forearms and leaning forward.
The position opens me right up to him and, somehow, it feels like he goes deeper.
And then he’s fucking me—hard, fast—until my pussy clenches so tight around him as another orgasm tears through me.
A minute later, Alfie grunts with his own release.
My legs land back on the mattress, and Alfie rolls over, pulling me with him so I’m lying on top of him. “That was…” He kisses the top of my forehead. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agree. “We’re really good at this.”
“Well, you know what they say about things you’re good at.”
“What do they say?” I ask him.
“That you should keep doing them.” He smirks.
“That is not a saying.” I laugh.
Hudson gives us a knowing look when we return to our seats just before the plane is ready for landing. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. I blush though. He probably heard everything we did in that room.
Alfie leans over and does my belt up again.
“You do know I can do that,” I tell him.
“I know, but I like securing you in place.” He winks.
“Gross. Keep your kinky-ass shit in the bedroom, please,” Hudson grumbles.
When the plane finally lands, I walk out and look up at the sky. It’s gray. Of course it is, just like the gray clouds hanging over my mood now that I’m closer to my parents’ home. I didn’t even think to ask Alfie what he was planning to do.
“Are you going straight back to Vegas?” I ask him.
“What?”
“Now? Are you returning to Vegas?”
He blinks at me and shakes his head. “Come on.” Taking my hand in his, he leads me to a waiting car and opens the door.
When I get in, he closes the door and I watch as he says something to Hudson, who then goes and gets into the car in front of this one. Alfie climbs in next to me and the car starts moving.
“What are you doing?” I side-eye him.
“I’m coming with you.”
“What?”
“You’re going to your parents. I’m coming with you.”
“I’m not introducing you to my parents, Alfie,” I say.
“Just tell them I’m a friend.” He shrugs.
“So, lie to my father then?”
“We are friends, Molly.” He frowns at me.
“No, we’re not.” I shake my head and pull out my phone. I told my father I’d call when I landed. Pressing the green button next to my dad’s name, I then put the phone to my ear. “Hi, Daddy,” I say and smile a little when I notice Alfie shift in the seat. “I’ve just landed. I’m coming now.”
“Hi, princess. She’s asleep, but she’ll wake up soon,” my dad tells me.
“How are you, Daddy?” I ask him.
“I’m hanging in there,” he says.
“I, uh, I caught a ride on a friend’s plane and he’s accompanying me.”
“Okay. I’ll make sure the guestroom is set up or is this more of a boyfriend kind of friend?”
“Definitely not my boyfriend, Daddy, but I’ve booked a suite in the city. I’m not staying at the house.”
“Oh, okay. Sure. I’ll see you soon, Mol. Thank you for coming home.”
“See you soon.” I hang up and drop my phone into my purse. “You have issues. You can’t seriously get turned on every time I talk to my dad,” I tell Alfie.
“It’s a new kink for me too.” He laughs. “But it’s a good thing we’re staying at a hotel, because tonight, you’re going to be calling me Daddy,” he whispers into my ear before kissing my neck.