32
Alessio
The past two days have been a fucking disaster.
One thing after another spiraled out of control, and the only thing keeping me from losing my shit was knowing Liv would be waiting for me at home.
I wanted to get back sooner, but everything went to hell.
The shooter vanished like a fucking ghost.
Gio’s men swore they swept the place before we arrived, but something about it feels off.
Even Franco’s phone was wiped clean.
I saw him texting, at least it fucking looked like it, but now it’s blank.
I sent it to Seb, hoping he can dig up something.
I’m home now, and there better be a naked spitfire in my bed waiting for me.
I shove open the front door and take the stairs two at a time, I’m impatient as fuck to see her.
This house is too damn quiet for 10 P.
M.
.
, and the only sound is my boots hitting the tile.
My body is still wired from two days of bullshit .
Then I see her, tucked under the covers, breathing soft and slow, her red hair sprawled across the pillow, with one leg peeking out from the cover.
I wonder if she’d lose her shit if I woke her up by sliding my cock into her.
Maybe pick a fight just to get her all worked up, so I can fuck that attitude right out of her.
A smirk pulls at my mouth.
My boots hit the floor with a solid thump as I kick them off, not giving a damn where they land.
I shrug out of my jacket and let it drop.
I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head.
The fabric is stretching so tight that a seam pops.
My hands fumble with my belt like I’m racing something.
The button on my pants holds just long enough to piss me off before I tear it loose.
The damn thing rockets across the room and smacks the dresser.
That’s tomorrow’s problem.
I shove my pants and boxers down in one go, finally freeing my cock that is already hard and aching.
She’s all I want right now.
Everything else can burn.
I lift the duvet carefully, sliding into bed beside her.
The mattress dips under me as I settle on my side, close enough to feel the warmth of her body but not enough to wake her…
yet.
I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in like a goddamn addict chasing his next fix.
The scent of her sweet tangerine shampoo hits me hard, instantly wiping away every shitty part of my day.
My shoulders ease for the first time in days .
“Alessio…?” she whispers, groggy and barely awake, and fuck me I’ll never get tired of hearing her like this.
“It’s me,” I reply softly,
My hand slides under the edge of her shirt, my shirt, though it looks a hell of a lot better on her.
She should be naked, but fuck it, I’ll take her in my shirt.
I can feel the heat of her bare skin as my hand moves up her thigh, tracing a slow path up her body, her skin reacting instantly, tiny goosebumps rising under my touch.
Just as my fingers skim the edge of her panties, her hand clamps down on mine.
What the fuck?
“I have my period,” she mumbles.
“Not tonight.”
“Why the hell would that stop me, Liv?” My hand stays put, fingers teasing along the edge of her panties, ignoring her weak attempt to stop me.
Her eyes snap open, flashing that fire I crave.
“Because I said no.” She pushes down harder on my hand.
It’s the challenge, the way she’s daring me to push back, and it gets me every fucking time.
Does she really think a little blood is going to keep me from playing in her pussy tonight?
I flip her onto her back, trapping her under me.
She tenses for a second before melting into the mattress.
My knee nudges her legs apart, and my hand moves up her thigh, my fingers digging in just enough to make sure she feels me long after I’m done.
My cock throbs as I drag my piercings along her pussy, over her panties, slow enough to drive her insane.
She swallows hard, trying to keep her cool, but I see right through her.
She’s holding on by a thread, and I’m about to snap it.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear.
“Every sword needs to be christened with a little blood,” I nip at her earlobe, chuckling when I feel her squirm.
“And I heard orgasms help with cramps.”
She presses her lips together, trying to keep her stubborn front, but it’s useless.
A quiet giggle slips out, and shoots straight to my cock, making me press into her harder.
“God, you’re infuriating,” she breathes.
“And you’re mine,” I counter, tilting her chin up until our eyes lock.
“In every fucking way. Don’t forget that.”
Her lips part, and there’s that tiny shiver, I know she hates that I notice.
She can deny it all she wants, but her body always gives her away.
“It’s not about that,” she says .
“Then what is it about?” I push, not backing off.
She bites her bottom lip, like she’s trying to find the words, then blurts, “D-Don’t you think it’s kinda gross?”
“Nothing about you could ever be gross to me,” I say, sealing it with a kiss that starts soft but lasts a second before hunger takes over.
I devour her mouth, tongue sweeping in to claim every sound she tries to make.
When I pull back, I keep my eyes locked on hers, a dark smile curling at the corner of my mouth.
“I’ve had blood on me all weekend. I’d fucking bathe in yours, if you let me.”
My mouth claims hers in a rough kiss while her hands find my hair, tugging me closer, nails scraping against my scalp.
My fingers hook the side of her panties, and I feel how wet she is.
Fuck.
That’s all it takes for my patience to snap.
Without breaking the kiss, I grab the thin fabric and rip it away, the material giving way with a sharp tear that leaves a faint red line across her skin.
Her gasp gets swallowed between us, and her body arches into mine.
I drag my mouth down her body, taking my time.
Her stomach quivers under my lips, muscles tightening with every kiss, every scrape of my teeth.
I grip her knees, spreading her wide, pressing them into the mattress so she can’t move, even though she isn’t trying to get away.
I move the string to the side and settle between her thighs.
The second my tongue touches her, I lose myself.
I devour her like a man starved, like I haven’t eaten in days, and nothing else matters beyond the taste of her.
Her fingers dive into my hair again, yanking hard as her hips grind against my mouth.
“That’s it, Dolcezza . Show me how fucking bad you want me,” I growl into her pussy, the vibration making her gasp.
Liv is chasing the high she swears she doesn’t want.
Her legs clamp around my head, pulling me in deeper.
Good, I want her desperate and fucking wrecked.
She’s close, I can feel her muscles tighten, her breath getting faster.
But she’s not coming in my mouth tonight.
I move up her body, lips crashing into hers, letting her taste herself.
This kiss is rough, hard, almost brutal.
I don’t pull away until I need air, and even then, I barely do.
Her breath brushes against my lips as she whispers, “I just need a second in the bathroom.”
I let out a low groan but roll off her, eyes tracking every step as she slips out of bed and disappears into the ensuite.
I would’ve gladly pulled the little fucker out myself.
She’s mine, and I should be the only thing inside her.
The seconds drag like an eternity.
My cock’s throbbing hard, aching to be buried inside her where it fucking belongs.
When she comes back, she’s bare, every inch of her on full display.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
She climbs into bed, and I’m on her in an instant.
My arms wrap around her, pulling her in until her body is pressed under mine.
“There’s my good girl,” I say, the words rolling off my tongue before my mouth crashes into hers.
She responds instantly, moaning softly against my lips, her body pressing into me, pulling me closer like she needs me just as much as I need her.
I line my cock up with her entrance, pressing in just enough to tease.
“Alessio—” Liv’s voice cracks, but she lifts her hips to meet me.
That’s all I need.
I thrust in hard, bottoming out.
Her tight cunt pulls a growl from my chest as her nails dig into my back, sharp enough to sting.
Her head tips back, lips parting, and her body arches into mine.
I don’t give her time to adjust.
I pull back and slam into her again, setting a brutal pace that sends the bed creaking and the headboard thumping against the wall .
Her body moves with mine, hips rocking to meet every thrust.
Her legs lock around my waist, holding me close like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
Like that’s ever gonna happen.
Not when she’s this tight, this warm, this fucking sexy.
Her moans grow louder, and I’m pretty sure if Liv gets any louder, Paola will be able to hear us from her room.
Liv’s breath hitches each time my piercings hit that spot that makes her fucking unravel.
Her nails dig into my back harder, sharp enough to leave marks I’ll feel tomorrow, but fuck if I care.
I want her to mark me.
I’ll happily wear the reminder of this, of us.
Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper, urging me on.
It only pushes me to fuck her harder, faster, driving into her like I can’t get enough, because I can’t.
Her body starts to tremble, clenching around me.
She’s so damn tight, so damn wet, and driving me out of my goddamn mind.
“You’re mine,” I growl, voice rough against her skin as I bite down on her shoulder, hips driving into her harder.
“Say it.”
“I’m… fuck. Yo urs,” she gasps out.
“I’m yours.”
I fist her hair tight, dragging her head up just enough to crash my lips against hers, rough and demanding, swallowing every sound she tries to make, and I don’t let up.
When I pull back just enough to watch her face, her lips part as she sucks in a breath, one she barely catches before my hand slides between us.
My fingers find her swollen clit, rubbing fast circles that make her whimper, her body arching into my touch.
I keep fucking her, hips slamming into hers, each thrust deep and hard, dragging her closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Liv,” I growl, never slowing my pace.
She shatters beneath me, crying out my name as her body clamps down on my cock, her legs shaking while she rides out her orgasm.
The way she grips me so fucking tight pulls me under with her.
My thrusts grow desperate, each one pushing me closer until I finally lose it.
A guttural groan rips from my chest as I bury myself deep, spilling inside her, filling her up with everything I’ve got.
I pull out slow, watching her body tremble as she struggles to catch her breath.
Her creamy skin’s covered in my marks, and fuck, she’s perfection.
Liv’s chest rises and falls, her wild curls spread across the sheets, and just looking at her makes my cock throb all over again.
I can feel the scratches from her nails still stinging down my back.
My hand trails down her thigh, lingering just long enough to let her catch her breath.
But I’m not done, not even close.
I reach into the nightstand, grabbing the silicone black rabbit.
Her eyes lock on the toy, and that wicked smile spreads across her face.
Without me saying a word, she rolls onto her stomach, lifts her hips, and gives her ass a playful jiggle that makes my cock twitch, already aching to be back inside her.
“This what you want, baby?”
She glances back, biting her lip.
Yeah.
That spark, that fight, it’s why I can’t stay away.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I say, settling behind her, hands gripping her hips, digging into her soft skin.
Slowly, I drag the vibrating toy between her thighs, teasing her, feeling the heat radiate off her body.
Her breath hitches and I push it inside her tight cunt, the stretch making her back arch.
“Look at you,” I mutter, sliding my hand up her spine before letting it drop to her ass.
I slap it hard enough to leave a red print on her creamy skin.
She jumps and jerks her hips.
“Always so eager for me. ”
I line myself up with her, dragging the head of my cock along her pussy, feeling the vibrations from the silicone toy thrumming her cunt, before pressing against her ass.
A soft sound slips from her lips, but she pushes back, inviting me in.
Slowly, I sink in, feeling every inch stretch her open.
Fuck.
She’s tight, too tight, and it takes everything I’ve got not to lose it right then.
My grip on her hip tightens, holding her steady as I bury myself in her until I bottom out.
Her breathing quickens, and her fingers claw at the sheets.
Liv tries to push back against me, but I hold her in place.
Not yet.
I pull out, slow enough to drive her insane, then slam back in, rough and hard.
Her body jolts forward, and a choked moan spills out of her mouth.
That smug look from earlier is gone.
Now, it’s replaced by raw need.
“Don’t tease me,” she pants, full of desperation.
“You feel that?” I growl, thrusting harder.
Her moans get louder, and her voice breaks with every thrust.
The headboard bangs against the wall with each rough snap of my hips.
Her legs shake, and her body gives in to every hard stroke.
I lean over her, breathing hot against her ear, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her head back.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Who do you belong to?”
She gasps, body trembling.
“You... I’m yours. ”
Damn right.
“Remember this,” I tell her, smacking her other ass cheek, leaving a matching print.
“The next time you try to tell me no.”
Her moans are loud and desperate, screaming my name like she wants the whole damn world to know who’s making her come.
I can feel her body winding up tight, so fucking close.
I’m not far behind, my cock throbbing, desperate to come.
I lean in, my mouth at her ear.
“Come for me.”
That’s all it takes.
Her body jerks as her orgasm slams into her, squeezing me so damn tight I swear everything goes white for a second.
Fuck.
I slam into her one more time before I lose it, spilling inside her, filling her ass with everything I’ve got.
Liv’s body collapses forward, and her chest is heaving, while she tries to catch her breath.
I pull out slowly, watching her shiver from the aftershocks.
Her hand reaches back for the toy, still buzzing inside her.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
Grabbing her wrists, flipping her onto her back, and pinning her hands above her head.
She’s still shaking from her release, but I’m not done yet.
I need to make her come one more time .
“Please, Alessio,” she pleads.
“I-I can’t, it’s too much.”
“You can.” My breath is heavy against hers.
“And you will . ” I dip my head, dragging my tongue along her breast before taking her nipple between my lips.
Her back arches and a strained moan slips out as I suck and bite, pulling more sounds from her.
Liv pulls her hands free and tangles them in my hair again, yanking me closer.
Give me everything, Sirena.
“They’re so sensitive,” Liv whimpers.
“Good,” I rasp against her skin.
She’s fucking shaking under me, her thighs clamp tightly around my hips as she loses it.
Her body locks up, then falls apart, coming so hard it’s like she forgets how to breathe.
I feel every pulse and every twitch.
Fuck, it does something to me.
I reach between us, sliding the toy out of her slow as hell.
She’s squirming and too sensitive to handle much more.
She lets out this half-whimper, half-moan, and I toss the damn thing to the floor.
She melts into the sheets, completely fucking wrecked, with her hair all over the place and parted lips like she’s still trying to catch up.
I fucking love seeing her like this.
Completely undone, and knowing I’m the one who did it.
I wrap her in my arms, flipping us so she’s sprawled on top of me.
She collapses against my chest, face buried in my neck.
When I finally move, I shift her to the clean side of the bed, leaving the mess behind, and head to the bathroom to start a bath.
One glance in the mirror, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Shit.
Blood streaks my chest, scratches run down my arms, and bite marks across my neck.
I look like I just stepped out of a war zone.
I come back and lift her into my arms, her face nuzzling into my chest, carrying her into the shower first to rinse.
I angle her away from the mirror, she doesn’t need to see the wreckage we left behind.
Setting her on her feet, I hold her steady with one arm around her waist.
She sways a little, but I’ve got her.
I grab the loofah, running it gently over her skin.
My touch is soft and careful now.
I know I wasn’t gentle earlier, and she needs this.
Her eyes drift shut, lips curving in a lazy smile while I wash her clean.
Once I’m sure every mark that isn’t mine is gone, I lift her again, stepping out of the shower and lowering her into the warm bath.
Her head tips back, a relieved sigh slipping out as she sinks into the water.
Yeah , this will help with the soreness .
I sling a towel low around my waist and head back to the bedroom.
The sheets are a fucking mess.
Blood, sweat, and everything we left behind.
I strip them off fast, tossing them in the hamper.
She doesn’t need to see this because it’s bad.
Even for me, it’s bad.
The fresh bedding goes on, and by the time I return to the bathroom, she’s half-asleep in the tub.
I crouch down and press a kiss to her damp hair.
“Let’s get you out of there,” I murmur.
Her arms loop around my neck, and I lift her out of the water, ready to take care of her all over again.