21
Liv
Alessio stands in my room with his back to me, casually inspecting something in his hands.
My stomach knots as I quietly creep closer, wondering what the hell he’s looking at.
He turns, and his eyes sweep over me, pausing at the barely-there robe I’m wearing, with my legs exposed.
And there, swinging from his hands, is a jumbo double-sided dildo.
My jaw drops .
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, crossing my arms instinctively, only to realize that makes the robe ride up higher.
But more importantly, I really hope he doesn’t think he’s using that monster cock on me.
Alessio’s lips twitch, his gaze still shamelessly looking me up and down, stopping at my very exposed legs .
“Just checking out your purchases,” he says, deadpan, holding up the extra-large, double-sided dildo like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“That’s not mine,” I blurt out, feeling my entire body heat up from embarrassment.
He lifts a brow, enjoying this way too much.
“Then why was it in your room?”
“I have no idea!” My voice pitches to panic.
“It must be a mistake, maybe ask your goon squad why they brought that in here!”
He tilts his head, eyes glinting with pure mischief.
“If that’s a mistake, what’s all this?”
He nods toward the open box, and I make the mistake of stepping closer.
Vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, a strap-on, and is that edible panties?
A flesh-light, and something that looks suspiciously like a horse whip.
Now would be a fantastic time for Earth to open up and swallow me whole.
“This isn’t mine. I don’t know where it came from,” I rush out.
Alessio hums, pretending to consider it.
Then, with the most shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen, he says, “Oh? So, it wasn’t you who ordered a sex swing?”
I blink.
“A what?”
“Yeah.” He pulls out his phone.
“Got an invoice. Says it’s back ordered.” His grin widens, full of wicked delight.
“Well, I must say, Liv, you went all out.”
“It’s not mine,” I yelp, but any bite in my voice is completely smothered by the burning sting of my humiliation.
Alessio slips his phone back into his pocket and steps closer, the stupid thing still dangling from his hand.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Olivia?” His voice dips low, almost teasing, and his eyes trail from my bare legs to my burning face, lingering like he enjoys watching me squirm.
I cross my arms tightly over my chest, shifting uncomfortably.
“Stop staring,” I snap, but it comes out weak, breathless.
He doesn’t even flinch .
“I can’t help it when you look that… appealing . ” His grin widens, and with pure, taunting arrogance, he twirls the double-sided dildo like it’s some kind of police baton.
“But I have to ask, did you want me to use this on you?”
I meet his smirk with one of my own, deadpan.
“Actually, I was hoping I could use it on you . ”
His smile falters, just for a second.
Barely long enough to register, but that’s still a victory in my eyes .
Alessio recovers fast, shaking his head with mock disappointment.
“Not a chance, Sirena. ” The nickname makes me want to throw something at him.
His gaze flicks back to the box of sexcapade supplies, filled to the brim with vibrators and every other toy imaginable, and he lifts a brow.
“But seriously, do you really need this many dicks?” He shakes his head, tossing the toy back into the box.
“I’m not sure if I should be impressed or concerned . ”
I shuffle back, scanning the room for anything to cover me.
Spotting a pillow, I snatch it from the bed and hold it in front of me.
Before I can even breathe a sigh of relief, Alessio yanks it from my hands.
“Don’t cover up on my account,” he murmurs.
His fingers brush my thigh, grazing the edge of my robe.
I freeze, my brain scrambling for a witty retort, but the door swings open before I can push his hand away.
Alonzo stomps in, his usual scowl carved on his face.
He dumps more bags onto the floor with a heavy thud, then stops.
His eyes lock on us, and if looks could kill…
Alessio steps forward, smoothly extending his arm and pulls me behind him, shielding me in a protective kind of way .
I peek around his massive frame just in time to watch Alonzo shit his pants .
His spine stiffens, and I notice his hands flexing at his sides before he schools his expression.
“Sorry, Boss,” Alonzo grumbles, crouching to stack the boxes he threw to the ground.
“I didn’t know you were in here.”
Alessio doesn’t budge.
“It doesn’t matter if I am, knock next time. Now, get the fuck out.”
Alonzo’s jaw ticks, and his eyes meet mine, giving me a look that sends a shiver down my spine.
But he doesn’t say a word, just exhales through his nose and stomps out.
The second it clicks shut, Alessio turns back to me.
His hand is back on my thigh, and his fingers trail over my skin.
“Are you cold?” His voice is softer now, like he’s concerned.
Alessio must mistake my disgust for Alonzo for something else, but I don’t bother correcting him.
His grip tightens slightly on my leg, and with his other hand, he catches my chin, tilting my face up to meet his.
“I wasn’t aware this is how you dress,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me.
His thumb strokes lazily across my jaw, sending a whole different kind of chill through me.
“I highly approve, but still,” he adds, sounding more possessive, “you’ll need to cover up when you leave your room. I’d hate to have to carve out the eyes of my men for looking at you.”
My pulse spikes, but I can’t stop the smirk that tugs at my lips.
“Wouldn’t that be a bit extreme?”
Alessio leans in, his breath warm against my face.
“Not for you, Sirena .” And then, his hands shift.
His rough hands slide to my ass before he lifts me effortlessly.
My instincts take over, and my legs tighten around his waist, as my arms lock around his broad shoulders.
His scent wraps around me and turns my brain to static.
I’m drowning in him.
Heat creeps down my neck, spreading fast, making the red marks Alonzo left when he shoved that box at me blend right into my now-flushed skin.
Alessio’s gaze drags slowly over my body, tracing every inch where my robe barely covers me and where it’s slipping open.
He watches the rise of my chest, my breasts threatening to spill free, and his stare feels so hot it scorches me.
Shit.
The panties have no center, just me and my bare puss pressing against his abdomen.
I swallow hard, heat crawling up my neck.
Every inch of me feels exposed to him, like he can see everything.
“I’m heavy,” I mutter, trying to break the crushing tension between us.
“You can put me down now. ”
His head snaps up, and his expression turns sharp as if I insulted him.
“The fuck you are.” His voice is rough, like I just said the dumbest thing imaginable.
His eyes hold mine, dark and intense, his lips curling into something dangerous.
“And not a fucking chance,” he growls.
My stomach flips, and my kitty purrs like the needy bitch she is.
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath.
His lips are hot and demanding, pulling me further into his inferno.
The kiss is rough and consuming, like he’s claiming me, branding me from the inside out.
I melt into him.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips drag down my jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin.
Somewhere in the haze, I barely register his words.
Something like, “You’re fucking perfect.” Maybe I’m imagining it.
His grip on my ass tightens, pulling me impossibly closer.
My mind blurs, heat rising, twisting, drowning out everything else.
My body arches into him without permission, craving more.
This kiss and his touch set me on fire, and the more I burn, the less I want him to stop.
His lips brush lower, finding that sensitive spot at the base of my throat.
I gasp, a tremor ripping through me when he bites down hard enough to sting and sharp enough to ruin me.
His smirk presses into my skin, and I swear I can feel his satisfaction.
“You don’t play fair,” I whisper.
But the words come out shaky, breathless, and anything but steady.
I’m trying to hold onto control but failing.
His chuckle rumbles against my neck.
“Never claimed I did, Sirena .”
He says it teasingly but dripping with promise.
My body says yes, my brain says panic, and my mouth says nothing because he kisses me before I can decide which to listen to.
It’s not soft.
It’s teeth and tongue, and I match his intensity, meeting his hunger with my own, twisting my fingers in his hair.
Alessio turns and pins me against the wall, his body crushing against mine, one hand gripping my thigh while the other slides up, pulling at the knot in my robe.
The silk slips away, falling off my shoulders and leaving me bare.
Well, except for the poor excuse of panties that are doing absolutely nothing to protect my kitty or my dignity when I feel the wetness between my legs pressed against him.
Without breaking the kiss, he carries me to the bed, pushing everything on my bed to the floor without a care.
Alessio’s lips never leave mine, and I barely register the mess.
His body hovers over mine, a wall of pure heat and muscle pressing me into the mattress.
I break the kiss, gasping for air, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.
His mouth moves to my neck, biting in between kisses.
“Alessio,” I gasp, my voice coming out like a breathless moan.
He leans back on his heels between my legs, his eyes dropping right to where I’m completely exposed.
It’s hot, shameless, and not subtle.
His smirk is pure sin, lazily dragging his finger over his Adonis belt, right over the wet spot I made.
“You’re dripping all over me, Dolcezza ,” he says way too smugly.
I open my mouth, ready to fire off a witty remark, but a moan slips out instead.
Alessio pinches my nipple, rough but in the best way.
His lips crash into mine, swallowing my gasp, and I cling to him as he devours me.
Then, his hand moves lower.
His fingers play with the fabric of my panties, teasing, until the sound of tearing hits my ears.
At the same time, a sharp sting snaps against my skin.
He rips them clean off me.
I start to protest, but that plan dies fast when he pushes one thick finger inside me.
My body arches into him.
He’s edged me on for days, leaving me aching, and now my body is desperately begging for release .
A second finger joins, stretching, filling, and tearing a moan from my throat.
His lips brush mine.
“Still blushing, Sirena ?” he teases.
I try to laugh, but I’m cut off when his fingers thrust deeper and harder.
A sharp gasp tears from me.
“Shut up,” I pant, but it’s nothing more than a helpless, breathless need.
He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself, his thumb brushing over my most sensitive spot, sending me spiraling over the edge.
His mouth finds my ear.
“I think you like this more than you’re letting on,” he taunts, his warm breath making me shiver.
I bite my lip, fighting for control, but it’s already gone.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I whisper, but the roll of my hips says otherwise.
“Oh, Dolcezza ,” he purrs, dripping with that smug charm, “I don’t need to flatter myself when I can feel how much you want me.”