Chapter 17 - Alessandro
The telescope’s brass is still warm from her hands when she kisses me again, and I taste stardust and truth on her tongue, everything I never knew I was starving for until this servant girl in designer heels tripped into my life.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer like she's trying to crawl inside my skin, and Christ, I'd let her. After twenty-seven years of calculated touches and practiced seduction, her desperate need makes every other woman I've touched feel like rehearsal for this moment.
"I've never," she says, breathily between kisses. "I don't want my first time to be up against a telescope."
Dammit, she's right. And I'm a selfish prick, as usual. My wife is a virgin, and I won't take her innocence on a damn rooftop.
"Inside," I growl against her mouth, the word scraping my throat raw. "Now."
Her pupils blow wide, and the way she nods, eager and nervous and completely present, makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
When I sweep her into my arms, she gasps, then presses her face against my neck. I feel her inhale deeply, memorizing my scent the same way I've been memorizing hers: vanilla and jasmine and something essentially her that no amount of designer perfume can mask.
Each step down the service stairs feels like descending into something sacred and profane at once.
My bedroom door can't come fast enough. I manage the handle without putting her down, kicking it shut hard enough to rattle the frame.
The lock clicks like a gunshot, sealing us in our own universe, away from telescopes and stars and the weight of who we're supposed to be.
City lights stream through floor-to-ceiling windows as I set her on her feet beside my bed.
The silk sheets behind her gleam like sin, expensive and perfect like everything in my life that's never quite filled the hollow space inside me.
But the way she looks at me, determined despite her trembling, hungry despite her innocence, nearly drops me to my knees.
"You're shaking," I observe, letting my hands slide down her arms, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch.
The scent of jasmine from the roof mingles with her natural vanilla sweetness that's been driving me insane since our wedding night.
"Second thoughts about letting Chicago's most notorious playboy corrupt you? "
She yanks me down by my collar with surprising strength, crushing her mouth to mine. Her tongue slides against mine with shocking boldness, and I taste wine and starlight and decision.
"You’re corrupting me?" she says against my lips. "That's rich, considering you've had me dripping wet since our wedding night."
Fuck. Hearing that filthy confession from her innocent mouth, the same mouth that just taught me constellations with such patience, snaps something inside me. I grab her waist and grind her against my erection, letting her feel every thick inch of what she does to me.
"Careful, stellina," I warn, biting her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp. "Once I start, I won't stop until you're screaming my name so loud the guards think I'm murdering you. Until your pussy is so full of my cum you'll feel it dripping down your thighs tomorrow."
Her hands attack my shirt buttons with desperate fingers, but she's shaking too hard to manage.
She gets two undone before fumbling the third, a soft "fuck" escaping that makes my cock leak pre-cum. This is the real woman, not the composed Frances act, not the terrified servant, but the one who can’t undress me fast enough.
"I want to undress you," she says, frustration and need making her voice crack. "But I can't even manage buttons."
I catch her wrists, bringing each palm to my mouth.
I suck her thumb between my lips, letting her feel my tongue, a preview of what's coming.
Her pulse hammers against my mouth as I kiss her wrist, right where it's most sensitive, and the innocence of her reactions destroys every practiced seduction I've ever performed.
"You're destroying me," I tell her, ripping my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor like the stars she just showed me.
"Every pussy I've ever fucked just became nothing.
Forgotten. You understand what you're doing to me?
You've made everything before you feel like I was playacting at sex the way I playact at being important. "
Her eyes go wide as she takes in my bare chest, the defined abs from hours of swimming, the v-lines disappearing into my pants, the trail of dark hair she follows with her gaze until she's staring at my obvious erection. When she unconsciously licks her lips, my control shatters completely.
"Touch me," I command, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my cock through my pants. "Feel what you do to me. How fucking hard you make me just by existing."
She squeezes experimentally, and I groan, my hips bucking into her touch. "Like that?"
"Fuck yes." I guide her hand to my zipper. "Take it out. I want to see your hand wrapped around my cock."
Her fingers tremble as she works my zipper down, and when she reaches inside my boxer briefs and wraps her small hand around me, we both moan. I'm leaking so much pre-cum her palm is immediately slick.
"You're so big," she whispers with genuine awe, stroking tentatively. "How will it…?"
"It'll fit," I promise darkly, fucking into her fist. "Your pussy will stretch for me. Take every inch like you were made for my cock. Like the universe designed you specifically to complete me."
"Show me," she breathes, and there's that same trust in her voice from when she guided my hand to find Cassiopeia. "Show me how to have sex."
I spin her around, pressing her against the wall as I attack her zipper.
"It means I own every orgasm you'll ever have.
" The dress falls away, revealing simple white cotton that makes my mouth water more than any lingerie ever has.
"Means I'm going to ruin this virgin pussy so thoroughly you'll never even think about another cock. "
I drop to my knees, yanking her panties down without ceremony. She tries to cover herself, but I slap her hands away gently but firmly.
"Hide from me again and I'll tie you spread eagle to my bed," I warn, spreading her thighs wider. "Let me see my pussy. Fuck, look how wet you are already. All this from kissing under your stars?"
She's glistening, her inner thighs slick with arousal. I lean forward and lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, groaning at her taste, sweet and perfect.
"Alessandro!" She bucks against my mouth, hands flying to my hair.
I dive in like a starving man who just discovered sustenance exists, eating her pussy with desperate hunger. My tongue fucks into her while my nose presses against her clit, and she grinds against my face, chasing her pleasure with the same determination she showed standing up to Sofia at dinner.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she's so tight I have to work them in slowly, stretching her virgin walls. "So fucking tight," I growl against her clit. "This pussy is going to squeeze my cock so good. You're going to milk every drop of cum from me."
I curve my fingers forward, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. Combined with my tongue on her clit, she comes within minutes, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she screams my name. The sound bounces off my bedroom walls, and I've never heard anything more perfect.
I don't let her recover, lifting her and tossing her onto the silk sheets.
She looks debauched already, lips swollen from my kisses, pussy glistening from my mouth, marks from my teeth on her thighs.
The city lights paint her skin in gold and shadow, and she's more beautiful than any of the expensive art decorating these walls.
"Spread your legs," I command, shoving my pants off. "Show me where I'm about to wreck you. Where I'm about to make you completely mine."
She obeys, spreading herself wide, and my cock jerks at the sight. I stroke myself, spreading pre-cum down my length as I watch her watch me with those dark eyes that see too much.
"See how hard you make me?" I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. "My cock is fucking aching for you. I've never been this hard in my life. Not for any of the women I've fucked and forgotten. Only for you."
I run the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her wetness. She whimpers when I press against her entrance, just the tip, feeling how tight she is.
"Look at me," I demand, needing to see her face for this. "I want to see your eyes when I take your virginity. When I make you mine in every way that matters."
Our eyes lock as I push forward slowly, and fuck, she's so tight it's almost painful. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as I stretch her open. I watch her face, memorizing every flutter of her eyelashes, every caught breath.
"That's it," I encourage, pushing deeper. "Take it. Take my cock like the good girl you are. Like you were made for this, for me."
When I'm fully seated inside her, when her virgin pussy is stretched around every inch of me, we both stop breathing. She's so hot, so wet, so perfectly tight that I have to think about board meetings and spreadsheets to keep from coming immediately.
"My perfect fucking girl. Your pussy feels like heaven."
"Move," she begs, experimentally rolling her hips. "Please, I need…"
I pull out slowly, watching my cock emerge glistening with her arousal and the faint pink of her innocence, proof that I'm her first, her only. Then I thrust back in harder. She cries out, her pussy clenching around me.
"That's it," I growl, setting a rhythm that has the headboard hitting the wall. "Take my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me."
She learns fast, meeting my thrusts, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The pain only makes me fuck her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her the way she's claimed every hidden part of me.
"Mine," I snarl against her throat, sucking marks into her skin. "This pussy is mine. Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, then stronger as I hit that spot inside her: "Yours! But you're mine too, Alessandro. No one else. Promise me."
"Fuck." The possessiveness in her voice nearly makes me come. "They're nothing. No one. You've ruined me for every other pussy. There's only you."
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Want to feel the real you, not the performance, coming on my cock."
She comes with a scream that definitely reaches the guards, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The feeling triggers my own orgasm, and I bury myself deep as I empty inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum that seem endless.
"Fuck, fuck," I groan, my cock still pulsing inside her. "Taking my cum so good. Such a perfect pussy. Such a perfect girl."
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest where she belongs. We're both sweating, breathing hard, and I can feel my cum starting to leak out of her onto my leg. The possessive part of me wants to push it back inside, keep her full of me always.
"That was…" she starts, then stops, apparently at a loss for words.
"Just the beginning," I promise, my cock already starting to harden again at the thought.
"I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house.
Against every surface. Until you can't remember what it felt like to not have my cock inside you.
Until the only stars you see are the ones I make you see when you come. "
She shivers at my words, and I feel her pussy clench. Still responsive, still hungry for more. Perfect.
"What have you done to me?" she whispers, and there's something deeper in the question than simple post-sex vulnerability.
I catch her hand, pressing it against my chest where my heart pounds like I've run a marathon. "The same thing you've done to me."
She pulls back to study my face, and I see when she understands. We've made ourselves vulnerable in a world that eats the vulnerable alive. Every enemy I have now has a weapon: her. Every threat to her is a knife to my throat.
"Alessandro…" she starts, but I silence her with a kiss.
"No regrets," I say against her lips, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy, feeling our combined fluids. "Not about this. Never about this. You're mine now, and I protect what's mine. Even from my own family if necessary."
She settles against my chest, her breathing starting to slow toward sleep. But then she shifts, murmuring something that makes my entire body go rigid.
"Tommy…" The name escapes her lips in a soft sigh. "Don't let them hurt Tommy."
My jaw clenches so hard I taste blood. Even unconscious, even after I just claimed every inch of her, she's thinking about her brother.
This Tommy who makes her scream in nightmares, who she sacrificed everything to protect.
The brother whose safety is the leverage that forced her into my bed in the first place.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Sofia's name. The preview of her text makes my blood turn to ice:
The Hewsons are nervous. They're asking questions about their "daughter." Want me to handle it?
Emma shifts again, pressing closer to me in her sleep, completely unaware that my sister is circling like a shark. Her hand rests over my heart, trusting.
I delete the message with one hand while the other pulls her tighter against me, my fingers tangling in her hair possessively. She sighs contentedly, murmuring my name this time, and something vicious and protective roars to life in my chest.
Tomorrow, I'll deal with Sofia. Tomorrow, I'll make her understand that threatening what's mine, whether it's my wife or her secrets, is a death wish. Tomorrow, I'll ensure Tommy Pitt's protection is ironclad, not for him but for the woman sleeping in my arms.
But tonight? Tonight she's mine, marked inside and out, full of my cum and wearing my scent like perfume. And anyone who tries to expose her truth or take her from me, family, the Hewsons, or the devil himself, will learn what happens when you touch what belongs to Alessandro Rosetti.
The last person who tried is still screaming. Sofia better pray she's smarter than that.