Chapter 34 Allegra
ALLEGRA
I wake up sometime in the middle of the night, and one look at Enzo's naked body next to me makes me remember everything. Clarity slowly returns, and last night's events look entirely different.
I remember clearly how Lucia had introduced me to that man, how she'd had nothing but good things to say about him, and in my champagne-addled brain, he had seemed like a wonderful conversation partner.
But I also remember something else. I remember how, right before we'd gone onto the balcony, he'd nodded at someone to the side.
Lucia, Lucia, what did you hope for?
Did she think Enzo would kill me too?
Probably.
But it seems she doesn't know her son too well. He's still a cold-blooded killer—well, the temperature is debatable—but he seems to have a weakness for women, or in this case, this woman.
As I piece together all the not-so-coincidences of the night before, an idea takes shape in my mind.
Shameless…
I might be shameless, but it seems Lucia is in need of another lesson. And what better way to teach her than to show her exactly what her son's doing to me?
Swinging my legs off the bed, I go to the north-facing wall and move aside the chest of drawers I'd used to cover the camera.
The little eye of the lens twitches back to life, and a devious smile spreads across my lips.
"Allegra?" Enzo's voice calls out to me, and I turn to find him sitting up on the bed, his eyes darkening as his gaze caresses my naked body.
Walking toward the bed, I undulate my body in a seductive dance, hoping to awaken his interest.
"Enzo," I say in a breathless tone, lowering myself to the bed and crawling toward him.
"What is it?" he asks, already hard and ready to go.
"I need you," I cry out, brushing my breasts against his chest.
"My little tigress needs me." His teeth catch my lips, and he gives me a resounding kiss before turning me around on my stomach. "Tell me what you need, little tigress, and I'll give it to you." His breath touches my neck as he groans, and goose bumps cover my entire body.
"You… I want you," I purr, half for the camera, half because he makes me feel wild in my own skin.
"Details. I want details." His fingers carve a blazing trail down my spine, reaching my ass and giving me a resounding slap.
"I want your cock deep inside me," I say the words out loud, and a blush envelops my face.
"Such a naughty girl," Enzo chides in an amused tone, his fingers dipping between my ass cheeks and finding me drenched for him. I thrust my butt against his hand, whimpering as he plays with me.
"I love your sounds, my wicked little tigress, the way you mewl when I pet your pretty pussy." His words only serve to arouse me further, and soon I forget all about the camera, his expert touch making me squirm and cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck me," I say again as I come down from my orgasm.
"If you beg so nicely…" he drifts off, and I feel him at my entrance, pushing in and filling me.
"Fuck!" Enzo grunts when he's all the way inside me. Hands on my waist, he drags me toward him until my back is against his chest. His mouth is on my neck, biting me in an animalistic claiming as he pumps his hips in and out of me.
"You feel so good wrapped around my cock, little tigress," his voice is rough against my skin, his hands unyielding as they explore my body, wringing every bit of pleasure from it.
"I swear I could spend an eternity buried inside you," he continues, his mouth next to my face, his words for my ears only.
"Yes," I whisper, one hand on his hip as I urge him on.
"You're perfect. So fucking perfect I don't know what I did to deserve you," his words take an unexpected turn, but the intensity of his emotions only serves to make me more in tune with my own.
"My little tigress, fuck!" His mouth is back at the bite mark, nibbling and teasing the skin. His teeth scrape against the wound, piercing my flesh again and again as he moves inside me, pain and pleasure mixing, making me gasp in surrender.
I know he's drawn blood again, and he uses his tongue to smear it from the wound to my neck, leaving small bites in his wake before reaching my jaw. He grabs me roughly by the neck, turning me slightly so he can have access to my mouth.
"You're mine, damn it," he says against my mouth, licking a trail of blood across my lips and pushing his tongue inside. His hold tightens as he forces me to taste my own blood, fucking me with both his mouth and his cock.
I give in, pushing my hips against his to take him deeper, grabbing the hand where he'd cut himself and returning the favor. I swipe my tongue over the cut before seeking to open it again with my teeth.
I shouldn't be the only one to feel the pain.
"You're a little savage, aren't you?" he asks, hooded eyes gazing down at me. Instead of taking his hand away, he presses it further into my mouth, urging me to taste him. I lap at him, and he groans in my ear, the sound reverberating through my entire being.
I clench around him, a shivery anticipation enveloping me. His other hand is already touching me, stroking my clit until I'm coming again.
His thrusts gain momentum, his touch bruising as he pumps his release into me.
We both collapse on the bed, wrapped in each other. We stay like that until I hear his steady breaths and know he's asleep.
I disentangle myself from him, laying a kiss on his brow before I get off the bed.
Standing up, cum starts leaking down my legs. I don't mind it as I plant myself in front of the camera. It should have captured everything perfectly.
Lucia should have a front-row seat to see just how much her son hates me.
Facing the camera, I swipe some of the cum from the inside of my thighs and bring it to my mouth, licking the finger clean with a moan.
"Bring it on, bitch!" I let the warning speak for itself as I return to the bed and succumb to sleep.
Yes, I might not be the prettiest, or most cultured, or even the most experienced.
But I'm not about to let anyone walk all over me.
My husband included.