Chapter 33
ALEX
I sat on my bed, charcoal pencil in hand. Staring down at my sketchpad, I struggled to find inspiration.
Another week passed. Luca was still a no-show. Marcello was always by my side, a reminder of his brother’s absence, and I had grown tired of waiting for him.
I stared at the room’s corner, where I assumed there was a hidden camera. If Luca wanted to ignore me, I would make him come crawling back to me. Pops offered me an option between the Salvatore brothers. Maybe it was time to choose the one who was there for me.
I dropped my pencil and pad on the bed and glanced at Marcello. As his eyes found mine, my heart raced with excitement.
He looked so damn sexy dressed in a three-piece black suit with a red silk tie. The soft fabric clung to his muscular body like a tailor had sewn it onto him. His dark hair was messy, styled in a way that made it look like he didn’t care, but everything he did was intentional.
As I undressed him with my eyes, I imagined how his body would feel on top of mine. I licked my lips, studying his thick biceps I wanted to grab onto as I rode his enormous cock. What I wouldn’t have given to see him strip.
Marcello leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs. “Are you okay, princess?”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered, even though I felt less than okay.
He tapped his fingers on his knee. Those pretty blue irises burned a hole through me. Under his careful inspection, my skin tingled as if it were on fire, spreading from my arms to my thighs.
I needed a release.
Just one orgasm.
Marcello slid the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, and my ovaries almost spontaneously combusted. Tiny bumps dotted my flesh. The room suddenly became too hot.
“You don’t look okay,” he challenged.
Ignoring Marcello, I leaned back against a stack of pillows. Heat shot down my legs and spread like wildfire.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Alex,” he said in that deep, sexy voice that slayed me.
Fuck.
Me.
Please.
I closed my eyes and listened to him speak, letting his voice roll over me.
“Alex, open your eyes.”
He got up from the armchair and sat beside me on the bed. Clean linen and the saltiness of the sea invaded my senses.
“Do you need me to call a doctor?”
I shook my head.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” Marcello placed his hand on my thigh, and my skin ignited from his touch. “Look at me.”
Callused fingers brushed my inner thigh, and I opened my eyes to see my beautiful, sad, lonely boy. Needing to take control, I inched his hand up my leg, begging him to keep going. His chest heaved with each deep breath he took.
He grabbed my hand to stop our slow exploration. “What are you doing, princess?”
“Marcello, you know what I want.”
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and chest, dipping between my breasts. Just his hand on my thigh was enough to fulfill my fantasy. I’d wanted him to touch me since the night on the jet when he’d stood in the doorway, looking at me like a hunter.
He glanced at my nipples poking through the thin tank top. “We can’t. Not like this.”
“Because Luca won’t like it?”
He shook his head. “There’s so much you don’t know about The Devil’s Knights and our rituals.”
“Then tell me.”
His fingers tapped my thigh, and my body sparked with electricity. “I can’t. Not until you marry Luca.”
“I refuse to marry Luca without knowing the truth.”
He blew out a deep breath, then shoved the hair out of his eyes. “You should discuss this with him.”
“Marcello, I see the way you look at me.”
“You will be my queen.” He moved his hand to my cheek. “I look at you with reverence. Respect.”
I pushed my shorts to the side, testing the waters. “I need you.”
Marcello groaned as I rubbed my hand over my damp panties. They were lacy, white, and nearly see-through.
“Don’t you want your queen to be happy? Touch me. Please.”
He licked his lips. “Not like this.”
“Do you want to watch me?”
He sat painfully still beside me, unblinking, his gaze between my legs. I took that as a yes and shoved my panties out of the way, spreading my thighs wider.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“I want you to watch,” I whimpered. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me. I’m so wet.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
I dragged my finger along my wet slit, and my eyelids fluttered from the intense sensation shooting down my arms and legs.
Marcello’s eyes flicked to the room’s corner.
“Is he watching us?” I pushed a finger inside me, and a moan slipped from my lips. “Will he yell at you for being a bad boy, Marcello?”
“I’m not the bad one.” He clutched my right thigh and spread my legs wider so he could get a better look. “My queen is a naughty girl.”
I circled my clit with my thumb. “You don’t know how bad I can be.”
His fingers pressed into my skin hard enough to leave prints. My body trembled from his rough touch, and a rush of electricity raced down my legs.
“You like this, Marcello?”
As his big cock tented his dress pants, he breathed harder. “Fuck, yeah.”
I pushed up my shirt, massaging my swollen nipple. Marcello drank me in with carnal hunger in his eyes. His resolve slowly faded into oblivion, and I knew I had him.
He nudged my hand out of the way and cupped my breast, rolling the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud. With my eyes on him, I moaned with each thrust of my fingers, obsessed with the sexy faces he made as I brought myself closer to climax.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take over for me?”
He glanced down at my bare pussy and bit his bottom lip. “Is that what you want, you little brat?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “And I think you want it, too.”
I could see him fighting an internal battle. He didn’t waste too much time, though. Within seconds, he made room for himself between my thighs, two of his fingers replacing mine, working my inner walls like a pro.
As he spread me open, I imagined his fingers were his cock.
I dreamed of tasting his lips and let my hand roam across the mattress to touch him.
Marcello glanced down as I grabbed his cock over his pants.
He was so damn big and hard that I wanted to rid him of those pesky pants.
I was dying to see every single part of him.
He grunted as I rubbed his balls over the fabric. For a second, his eyes slammed shut, but his pace never faltered.
He fucked me with his fingers, adding another that made me scream. I slowly inched my hand up and down the length of his cock, jerking him off over his pants. The friction must have driven him crazy, but he made no move to free himself.
“Marcello,” I moaned. “Oh, my god. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
After I came, we sat in complete silence. He was a man of few words, which I liked. An eerie sense of calm surrounded him. Marcello made me feel safe and protected.
He raised his hand to his mouth, laser-focused on me. Then he surprised me by licking my cum from his fingers.
Holy shit .
Who knew a simple action could be so fucking sexy.
I’d always wondered what sex would be like with another man. Luca was my first and only.
“You taste good.” Marcello lowered his hand to the mattress. “Too fucking good. You make every one of those kills worth it.”
Kills?
I assumed he was referring to the night Luca came home covered in blood and fucked me. Did he kill men for me?
“I don’t have to marry him.”
He shot up from the bed as if it were on fire. “Yes, you do.”
“Pops said I have to marry a Salvatore.” I fixed my clothes back into place and sat up. My eyes fell on his pants and his big dick, ready to poke a hole through the zipper. “It doesn’t matter which one.”
“Yes, it does. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He checked his watch. “Time for bed. It’s getting late.”
I propped myself on a stack of pillows and looked up at him. “Yes, warden.”
He tugged on his tie. “You’re not my prisoner.”
“No? Because it sure feels like it. You tell me when to eat, sleep, shower, and work. You never leave my side. Even in the middle of the night, you’re here.”
“For your protection,” he challenged. “And to calm you down after your nightmares.”
“I don’t need protection.”
“Yes, you do.”
A shiver rushed down my arms. “From what?”
“There will always be someone wanting to steal our queen.”
“I’m not part of your billionaire boys’ club. And I don’t want to be.”
“You’re a Wellington. American royalty. Accept it. This is your life. Do you think Luca keeps tabs on you because he’s an asshole? No, he’s protecting you. We all are.”
“Why did Luca make me leave Devil’s Creek if I’m so important to him and The Knights?”
“Sometimes you have to sacrifice your queen to win the game.”