25
Alessio
Kota’s driving like an old woman, and I can’t take it anymore.
My patience is shot to shit.
“Pull over, Grandma,” I bark.
He shoots me a look like I’ve lost my damn mind but doesn’t argue.
He eases the car onto the shoulder, and before the tires even stop rolling, I’m climbing out of the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.
The second I take the wheel, I floor it.
I’m pushing ninety-eight and accelerating.
The speed limit doesn’t mean shit to me, but somehow, it still doesn’t feel fast enough.
My grip tightens, knuckles white as I take the turn hard, nearly riding on two damn wheels.
Not only do I need to check on her, but now I have to kill one of my trusted men .
My jaw clenches so tight I can practically hear my teeth grinding.
She’s a pain in my ass, a mouthy little problem I didn’t sign up for.
But somehow, I ended up stuck with her anyway.
So now, she’s mine to protect and I’m a man of my fucking word.
I meant what I told Antonio.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches her.
Not Alonzo.
Not anyone.
I want to rip his fucking hands off, one slimy fucking finger at a time.
Kota fills me in on what he saw on the car ride home, casually dropping that he suggests sending Alonzo to Chicago to search Olivia’s place.
It’s an effort to save his sorry ass.
Though, I don’t know why he’s bothering when he witnessed the shit himself.
But he has a point.
Searching her place is something I should’ve handled myself before leaving.
But I was too pussy-drunk the second she was underneath me.
That’s on me.
I want to hear Olivia’s side of the story first, but sending Alonzo away buys me a few days to cool off, so I don’t snap his neck the second his lanky ass is in front of me.
Make no mistake, he’s going to pay for this little stunt.
Once for disobeying my orders.
And again, for putting his hands on something that isn’t his .
Alonzo’s face flashes in my mind, and my fists tighten around the wheel.
My knuckles ache from the pressure, but I don’t loosen my grip.
I swear I’m gonna rip his fucking head off for this.
I would never say he could lay a fucking hand on her or any woman for that matter.
Now here I am, flying through the gate, my pulse hammering.
The guard nearly shits his pants, scrambling to open it in time.
I blow through the metal before it’s fully open, almost scraping the sides.
Kota’s beside me, gripping the dashboard like we’re about to crash, his knuckles white as he braces against the door.
“You trying to kill us both?” he mutters under his breath.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, not sparing him a glance as I slam the car into park right in front of the door.
I’m out before the engine settles, not saying a word to him.
Behind me, I hear him sigh.
“Yeah, cool, just leave me here. Love that.”
I ignore him, already moving, but he keeps running his mouth.
“You know, normal people check on a girl without breaking multiple traffic laws.”
I flip him off over my shoulder as I push through the entrance.
“Nice,” he mutters.
“Real mature, bro. ”
I damn near jog through the hall before sprinting up the stairs, two at a time.
It’s late, probably around 1 A.
M.
, but maybe she’s still awake.
I reach Olivia’s door, but of course it’s locked.
Sighing, I jog back to my room, grab the master key, and return.
The lock clicks , and I slip inside as quietly as possible.
I’m not even two feet through the door before I stop in my tracks.
Where the hell did all her new shit go?
The room feels empty and bare, just like it did before she got here.
Or, like she was never even here at all.
My stomach twists, but I push the thought aside for now.
My eyes go straight to the bed, and there she is, lying on her back with the blankets pulled around her, and she’s fast asleep.
Her breathing is soft and steady, little puffs of air escaping her plump cherry lips.
But then I see the left side of her face.
Her cheek is swollen, and shades of black and blue circle around her left eye.
My jaw clenches hard enough to make my teeth ache when I notice the faint streaks of dried tears trailing down her cheek.
I step closer without thinking, my hand moving on its own.
My fingers brush her bruised cheek carefully, not wanting to cause her more pain.
Her skin is warm, soft, and fuck…
I just stand here like a complete idiot, watching her sleep.
Yeah, this is fucking weird .
Her eyes snap open before I can pull away, staring up at me.
For a second, neither of us moves.
Her breath comes quicker now, like she’s processing if I’m real or some fucked-up dream.
Olivia bolts upright, yanking the blankets tight to her chest.
She’s wide-eyed, trying to act calm, but her voice is raspy from sleep.
“Please, just leave me alone.”
I hold up my hands in surrender, keeping my voice calm.
“Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Just want to see if you’re alright.”
She looks away.
“I-I’m fine,” she says, but I know she’s not.
I step closer, leaning in slightly.
“Don’t bullshit me. Tell me what happened. I know when you’re not telling the truth, and I can’t fix it if you don’t talk.” I already know the truth, but want to hear it from her.
So, I wait, because I’m not going anywhere until she talks.
She bites her bottom lip, staying silent, but I wait.
I’m not going anywhere until she gives in.
“Fine,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.
I take that as an invitation and sit beside her on the edge of the bed.
She spills everything.
The comments, the times Alonzo cornered her, every time he crossed the line.
This isn’t the first time he’s put his hands on her.
When she’s done, she leans back.
“You look mad. ”
“Fucking mad? I’m seething!”
“Don’t be,” she says.
“I didn’t tell you so you could be my hero and save me from the asshole. Just let it go.”
I shake my head.
“I can’t do that, Olivia, and you can’t ask me to. He disobeyed me in my own house. You’re here because of me. This is bigger than just you, and it won’t go unnoticed.”
“Please,” she sighs.
“I wouldn’t have told you if I thought you’d go all macho-man and beat him up. Don’t make me regret telling you.”
She doesn’t understand, and I can’t explain it.
My mind’s already racing, picturing Alonzo before he boards his flight—grabbing him, ripping his hands off his body, and gluing them to his fucking face.
Her small hands clutch mine, barely covering half my fist, but her grip is tight.
“Alessio, please. You’ll just make it worse.”
No, I’ll make it better.
That’s what I do.
I solve problems.
Before I can pull away, she tugs me closer.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I start, but when I look where she’s looking, I notice the blood under my sleeve that I missed and a small gash on my knuckle.
It’s small, probably from when I knocked his teeth out.
She’s already up, heading to the bathroom, and returns with rubbing alcohol and a washcloth.
“This’ll burn. It’s either this or Paola’s overpriced face cream, and I’m not even sure what the cream does. But she says I need it. Alcohol will clean your battle wound,” she says, pulling my hand onto a pillow in her lap.
“Most of that blood isn’t mine,” I say, but she ignores me, wiping gently until the sting kicks in.
My teeth clench as I breathe out through my nose.
Her curls fall forward as she blows softly on the cut.
“Better?”
My brows furrow and I nod, thrown off by how gentle she’s being.
I came here to help her, and now she’s cleaning my wound.
She brushes her finger over the line between my brows.
I grab her wrist, holding it away.
Her touch messes with my head.
My eyes drop to her chest, the green satin clinging to every curve, the shorts barely covering her thighs.
Fuck, green’s becoming my new favorite color.
I need to leave before I do something reckless.
Something that involves her legs wrapped around me while I take out all my anger on her tempting cunt.
“You’ll leave it alone,” she says.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I snap.
“He takes orders from me. And I’m the one who decides what happens next.” I push her hand away and stand.
“Maybe I’ll go find him right now, make sure he remembers exactly who he’s dealing with.”
I cross the room with my fists clenched at my sides.
The thought of Alonzo touching her…
fucking hurting her has me ready to fucking snap.
But Olivia steps in front of me, all five-something feet of fury.
“Let it go, Alessio. I don’t need you making this worse.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stand still and not break something.
What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already had that piece of shit sent away for a few days.
I also don’t tell her I’ll be waiting for him at the airport, and he’s not walking away this time.
I shove past her, but that’s a bad move.
Olivia launches onto my back like a damn monkey.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snarl, trying to shake her off.
“Let go, Olivia.”
“Not until you listen!” Her arms are locked around my neck, her legs tighten around my waist, and her ankles hook together.
Her breath is hot on my neck, and it would be easy to break her grip or slam her into the wall.
It’s what I would do if she were anyone else, but she isn’t .
I manage to get enough leverage to slide her off my back, holding her tight in front of me, with her legs still wrapped around my waist.
Now we’re face to face, and the heat between us is burning through every line I’ve been trying to keep in place.
“I don’t go easy on people who defy me, Liv,” I grit out.
“Then punish me,” she whispers.
I’d love nothing more than to punish you, bend you over my lap, and spank the fuck out of that ass, but I don’t tell her that.
Instead, I kiss her hard and try pulling her even closer to me.
She moans into my mouth, and it’s like I’m losing all the anger but not the control.
I shove her against the wall, my hands sliding under her top, feeling her skin tremble under my fingers, knowing damn well she’s as caught in this as I am.
Her lips trail down to my jaw, then my neck, each kiss pulling me deeper into this madness.
Her tongue does this little swirl thing that shoots straight to my dick.
Then she pauses, looking me dead in the eye.
“But I swear to God, Alessio, if you leave me hanging again, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
“Kill me in my sleep?” I let out a dark chuckle, setting her down on her feet .
“You should be fucking terrified of me,” I snap, but she doesn’t even blink.
Her lips curl into a playful grin, and her small hands curl around my forearm, sliding down to my wrist, and slip under her tiny shorts.
“Does this feel like I’m afraid?”
My fingers slide between her lips, and that’s all it takes.
The second I feel how wet she is, my brain short-circuits—suddenly, I can’t remember why I was mad.
My cock’s rock hard, straining against my pants.
“Now,” Liv whispers, her fingers brushing lightly down my forearm.
“Be a good boy and fuck me.”
No fucking panties…
again.
“You didn’t wear any?” I growl, barely keeping my cool.
She blushes, biting her lip, and it only makes me harder.
“You ripped the only pair that’s been delivered.”
I’m not sorry.
My free hand snaps to the back of her neck, yanking her face back to mine.
“Once I start, I’m not fucking stopping,” I warn.
“This is your only chance to back out before I own this pussy.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t hesitate.
“For fuck’s sake, Alessio. I’m not asking for forever, just stick your dick in me already,” she breathes.
The look in her eyes, that defiance.
Fuck me, it breaks any resolve I have left.
With both hands, I grip the waistband of her shorts, and I tear them off because they’re in my damn way.
The sound of ripping fabric and her gasp are the only things I hear.
Her eyes go wide as I toss the shorts over my head, not giving a damn where they land.
I tear her top off, tossing it aside, watching her tits bounce free, nipples hardening instantly as the cool air hits her heated skin.
I lean down, my mouth covering one, dragging my teeth just enough to make her gasp.
Fuck, that sound goes straight to my dick.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I let her, enjoying how desperate she sounds.
My hands slide down her thighs, gripping her ass and lifting her, her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her to the bed, already knowing I’m not stopping until she’s shaking underneath me.
I toss her onto the bed, her tits bouncing slightly as she lands on the soft mattress.
I yank off my shirt, then my pants, not giving a fuck where they land.
My cock springs free, hard as hell, already leaking with precum and begging to be buried deep in that tight little cunt.
Liv pushes up on her knees, keeping her eyes locked on me like I’m her next sin .
Her stare lingers on my piercings.
“Did it hurt?” she asks, sliding her tongue across her bottom lip.
“I like pain,” I reply, my hand finding my cock and stroking it slow.
“It brings pleasure.”
She reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away.
Her other hand wraps around my cock, her strokes are damn near hypnotic.
Her grip tightens just enough to make me suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Is that why there are two?” she asks like she’s not driving me fucking insane right now.
I groan, gripping her hair and pulling her up into a bruising kiss.
She keeps going, her hand moving faster, and I feel the tension coiling in my gut.
But then she pulls away and slides off the bed, dropping to her knees in front of me, her mouth hovering just above my cock.
Her tongue flicks out, tasting the precum before swirling around each piercing.
Then she takes me deep, her mouth hot and wet.
I thrust into her, watching for any sign of hesitation.
But instead of hesitating, she moans around me, and the vibrations send a wave of pleasure through my spine.
“Fuck, Olivia.” I tighten my grip in her hair as she takes me deeper.
Her enthusiasm is fucking fierce.
“Just like that.” I thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her face at a brutal pace, feeling the pressure build inside me.
Tears spill from the corners of her eyes, but she doesn’t pull back.
Instead, she pushes forward, swallowing me whole.
My balls tighten when she moans on my cock, and I’m close.
So damn close.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn, but she doesn’t pull back.
Instead, she doubles down, taking everything I give her as I spill into her mouth.
She swallows it all, not stopping, even after I’m drained.
I pull her head back, her lips are swollen, but her eyes don’t leave me.
I drag her up by the nape of her neck, pushing her backward onto the bed.
I spread her legs wide as I climb on top of her, pressing her knees to the mattress, exposing her pussy to me.
I kiss up her thighs, taking my time, savoring the way her hips jerk, like she’s desperate for me.
“Make me come, Warden,” she commands, and I can’t help but grin.
She’s soaked, her pussy glistening, and I smirk before dragging my tongue up her slit, teasing her just enough to make her beg.
Her body jolts and her back arches, before a moan tears from her parted lips.
“Alessio, please,” she whines.
I slide a finger into her tight cunt, curling it just right.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Sirena ,” I growl, feeling her walls grip my fingers .
“Don’t hold back,” she teases, grinding against my hand.
I slide in another finger, stretching her tight, wet pussy, feeling her clench around me.
My thumb brushes over her swollen clit, and her breath catches, a shaky moan slipping out.
“I never do,” I say against her thigh before lowering my mouth to her again.
My tongue circles her clit, slow at first, then faster, sucking it between my lips just to hear that soft, breathy moan.
Her hands grip her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples.
She arches, legs trembling as she falls apart around my fingers, soaking my hand.
Her pussy is intoxicating, and I devour her like I’m a starved man, savoring her like she’s my last meal.
Fuck, if I were ever on death row, Olivia’s pussy would be my final request.
She’s soaked, dripping onto my tongue, and I can’t get enough.
Each stroke makes her squirm, gasp, and silently beg for more.
I lift my head, eyes locked on hers.
“I hope you’ve got a safe word,” I say darkly.
“Because I have every intention of fucking the soul out of you.”
“Safe words are for quitters, and I’m not one of them. Do your worst, Warden.” Olivia’s fearless, but she has no idea what she just unleashed .
I sit up and grip her thighs tighter, pulling her close enough to drag my piercings up and down her pussy lips before lining my throbbing cock up to her dripping cunt.
Her eyes drop down, widening slightly, realizing her tight cunt is next.
“Fuck, will it fit?” she breathes, already shifting beneath me.
I smirk, fingers digging into her thighs.
“Oh, it’ll fit. Trust me.” And then I thrust in hard, bottoming out in one stroke.
Her gasp shatters the silence, back arching off the mattress as I stretch her wide.
I don’t wait and don’t give her time to adjust.
I set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over, holding her legs tight against the bed.
I pull out and drive back into her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping makes me feral.
I lean down, capturing her tits in my hands, pinching her nipples until she arches off the bed, a desperate cry escaping her lips.
Her nails bite into my arms while her soaked pussy clenches around me, taking every inch.
“I fucking own you, Olivia,” I assert, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust, driving deeper and harder each time.
“Yes,” she moans, surrendering like the good fucking girl she is .
“Tell me who fucking owns you? Who owns this pussy?” I demand, losing myself in her.
“Y-you do. Yes, you do!” she screams, her voice trembling with ecstasy.
I bend down, our faces inches apart, her breath is hot against my skin as I maintain my punishing rhythm.
“You’re damn fucking right I do. Now come for me.” The words spill from my lips like a command, and her body responds instantly.
She shatters around me, her orgasm crashing over her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, the pain mixing with pleasure, driving me fucking wild.
I’m close, but I don’t want to come in her pussy.
I press my thumb and forefinger against her chin, tilting her head back to open her mouth.
“Does my greedy girl want more?”
She grins, nodding eagerly before lifting her head, opening her mouth wide, and sticking out her tongue.
I pull out, stroking myself a few times, the anticipation building until I’m ready to fucking explode.
I move up her body, getting closer to her face.
Just before I come, her mouth wraps around me, swallowing me whole.
The sensation is blinding, and my release rips through me.
I groan as she milks me dry, her lips seal around my cock, not wasting a single fucking drop .
I jerkily thrust into her mouth one last time, taking in the sight of her sprawled out beneath me, spent but still eager to please.
Finally, I roll to the side, catching my breath, knowing damn well this won’t be the last round tonight.
I lay beside her and lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear as I whisper, “You’re fucking mine tonight, Olivia.”
Her body trembles at my words and the way she responds drives me fucking insane.
“Yes, Warden,” she whispers.
My gut’s screaming that she’s already mine, and not just for one night of sin.