10. ALESSIO
10
ALESSIO
I want to devour her and punish her at the same time. For driving me crazy, for trying to escape again, and for that knee in the balls earlier. But the only thing I care about right now is the taste of her, the desire to claim every inch of her. I want to mark her skin, bury myself so deep she will ever be able to get me out. I want to bruise, bite, scratch, and sear myself into her, no matter how insane that sounds.
She’s pushed me to this, and now she’s going to have to live with the consequences, though something tells me she’ll be just fine, if the way her nails are scoring through my hair is any indication. The bite she’s just delivered to my lower lip feels like she’s trying to make me bleed. Well, two can play at that game. I return the favor, biting down on her lip hard enough that she gasps.
We tear at each other’s clothes, the buttons of my shirt go flying, and I shred her tank-top, her perfect tits spilling out into my eager hands. She gives a low cry when I cup one in my palm, pinching her hard nipple with my fingers while I lower my head to the other and suck it deep into my mouth. The heat of her skin and the smell of her body wash fill my senses, as I suck hard before scraping my teeth over her sensitive flesh.
“Alessio,” she groans, her hands moving over my shoulders before she scores her nails deep over my upper back. I grunt at the sting of pain, but it doesn’t stop me. No, I need more. I need everything she’s got. I pull my mouth from her nipple and move to the top of her breast, digging my teeth in. She screams, but she doesn’t try to push me away; instead she arches into me, her hands making desperate purchase in my hair, almost like she wants to hold me to her.
I don’t break the skin, but she’s going to have a mark. My mark. I pull my mouth away and turn my attention to the other side, giving it the same treatment and making her scream again. Fuck, I will never get enough of hearing her scream my name. Of her begging me for more.
Just hearing it has my cock as hard as a spike, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I need to feel her heat wrapped around me.
Of course, my feisty little rabbit isn’t going to make this easy. As soon as I release her, she’s shoving at me, and being off balance, we stumble back and crash to the floor. At first I wonder if she’s trying to escape again, but thank fuck, she just pushes me back and her mouth is all over me, biting and licking at my skin, making me groan and yank at her hair to get her to stop. She’s not in control of this, I am, no matter how good her fingers and mouth feel on me.
After one particularly hard tug on her hair when she bites me viciously on the chest, she hisses at me, but I don’t pay any attention. I roll us both, taking her mouth, desperate to taste her again. She moans into my kiss, and her hands move down to the button of my slacks, tugging and tearing at them to get them and my boxers down enough that she can take my dick in her hands.
I grunt as she starts to fuck me with her hand, a curse spilling from my lips. “Sienna,” I grit out, a dark pleasure moving through me with each stroke.
“Inside me. Now,” she gasps, her voice unsteady, her eyes wild with desire. I’ve never seen a more glorious sight, but it’s not enough, I need more. I need inside her. But first…
I grip her wrist, stilling her and then pulling her hand away. “When I’m good and ready, coniglietto . You’re not in charge here.”
“Fuck you, Alessio.” She wrenches her hand from my grasp, but before she can try to buck me off her, I move my hand between us, grabbing her pussy through her thin leggings and making her still. She moans, and I can feel how hot and wet she is even now.
“That’s right, Sienna,” I croon as I move my fingers so that my thumb is directly over her clit, making her eyes drift shut and her body arch into the pressure of my hand. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? All for me, for what I can give you. And only I am going to give it to you, aren’t I, Sienna? I’m the only one who will fill this needy cunt and satisfy every desire and craving you have.”
“I think you’re all talk, no action,” she pants, her eyes flying open and staring up at me in irritation. “Is this how you seduce women? Talk them to death instead of fucking them… fuck !” she screams when I lower my mouth to her neck and bite down hard as I rub her quickly and expertly with my thumb, her entire body pulling taut and then shuddering as her orgasm begins to crest. Except, just before it consumes her, I pull my hand and mouth away from her, making her cry out in shock and denial. “Bastard,” she heaves out, her face and upper body flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“What were you saying, cara mia ?” I taunt in her ear, even as I use my hip to block the knee she brings up, no doubt trying to get me in the ribs. “Do you still doubt my skills?”
“So you know how to find a clit,” she says through clenched teeth. “Good for you. Would you like a sticker? And you’re clearly moonlighting as a vampire, with how you’ve tried to suck the blood right out of me. That doesn’t mean you’re actually any good at this.”
I know she’s goading me, but I can’t seem to resist taking the bait. Instead of answering her, I make quick work of pulling down her leggings, and considering she’s not wearing any underwear, it takes no time at all to shove two fingers deep inside her, making her scream at the shock of the intrusion. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, and arousal soaks my hand as I thrust them roughly in and out of her, giving her exactly what I know she’s craving.
Her entire body bows, her hands clawing at the floor as she tries to ground herself, and I watch the flush work its way up her body as her orgasm rises again. But I’m not going to let her come yet. No, I have plans. She’ll be begging me for release before the night is over, and when I’m finished with her, she’ll be too tired and sore to move.
Just as she’s about to tip over the edge, I yank my hand away, denying her again, and she lets out an infuriated snarl. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me come,” she threatens, her body already bucking, trying to dislodge me.
I use the movement to my advantage and flip her over to her front. She lets out a startled gasp, the cold marble of the floor adding another element to the moment. I yank the leggings around her thighs down and off her body, and then I grip her hips and lift her glorious ass up so she’s on her knees. “Fuck, I love your ass,” I praise, bringing a hand down on one rounded cheek and feeling immense satisfaction at hearing the sound echo in the room, and seeing her skin redden. She gives a short screech, but then it’s replaced by a moan when I rub at the sting, easing it slightly. Of course, with this perfection in front of me, I can’t just leave it at that, now can I?
I repeat the same process on the other cheek, and she moans, adjusting her stance so her legs are further apart. A smile of satisfaction pulls across my mouth at noticing it, and who am I not to take advantage. Keeping one hand on her hip, I thrust the other between her legs, finding her clit and stroking it with just the right amount of pressure to have her crying out and trying to push back into me, while also trying to pull away when it becomes too much.
“Your pussy is so wet, cara mia ,” I grunt. “And this ass is perfect. I want to bite it and mark it so that you can’t sit down without feeling me.” I proceed to do just that. As I work her clit, I lean down and sink my teeth into the fleshy part of her ass, making her scream and buck. I soothe the bite with my tongue before I move to the other side and do the same, and she shudders. More arousal spills over my hand, and dark satisfaction rises inside me again. Her mind might be fighting me, but her body is craving this. Craving what I’m giving her, no matter how many times I deny her.
I pull my hand away, and give a low chuckle when she falls to the floor, her breath coming in pants as she lies there. “Motherfucker,” she croaks. “I hate you, Alessio.”
“If only I believed you, coniglietto ,” I reply as I get to my feet and kick off my shoes before shoving my pants down and off, kicking them away. My cock is so fucking hard that I know I’m not going to last much longer. Even now, pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I can’t stop the grimace as an almost painful pleasure spreads through me when I grip my cock and stroke it. Fuck, I want to taste her pussy, but that might have to wait. I don’t think I can stand it much longer. I want her too fucking much.
I release my cock and I drop to my knees beside her, but let out a grunt when she suddenly rolls into me, sending me crashing to the floor, and she scrambles over me. Before I can stop her, she grips my cock tightly and sinks down over me. The feel of her pussy surrounding me stuns me for a moment, and all I can do is watch as she works herself down my length until I’m fully seated inside her.
Fucking hell, I have never felt anything better in my life, of that I’m certain. No other woman can ever compare. She moves quickly, her fingers sinking into my chest, digging in so deep that I feel her puncture skin. The pain of it only heightens the sensation inside me. Instinctively, I reach up and grip the back of her neck, pulling her down so I can take her mouth and thrust my tongue inside in time with my cock. She moans, her inner muscles squeezing me tight.
When she yanks her mouth from mine and her movements become frantic, I know she’s close. But she’s not taking her own pleasure. No, if she’s going to come, it’s going to be when I’m good and ready. I grip her under the arms and haul her off me, making her cry out in shock and outrage at the loss, but I quickly roll us both so that she’s beneath me on her stomach again. She bucks back, and manages to get to her knees before I grip her by the hair, hauling her neck back so I can rasp in her ear, “You’re not coming before I’m good and ready, Sienna. I want to hear you beg.”
“Never,” she hisses. It’s followed by a cry when I bring my free hand down hard on her ass.
I chuckle, releasing her hair as I move behind her and line myself up. “You forget, Sienna, my stamina is the thing of legends,” I croon, thrusting hard inside her and sending her jolting forward. “I can do this for as long as I damn well please.”
Her head hangs down, and she locks her arms to keep from falling on her face as I fuck her. I don’t bother with slow and easy. No, I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can stand without allowing myself to fall over that edge, as torturous as this is. Her cries and pleas soon fill the room, but I don’t relent. Every time she gets close, I slow, denying her. She curses me, but I simply start all over again. I play with her nipples, pinch her clit, slap her ass, and anything and everything in between, drawing it out.
I don’t know how long I fuck her, or how many times I deny her, but finally a sob bursts from her throat, followed by a plaintive, “Alessio, please. Please, let me come. Fuck. Please .”
Triumph surges through me. Her words, and the sounds she’s making, have me swelling inside her and my balls drawing up tight. I wrap my hand around her throat, hauling her up so her back is pressed against my chest, changing the angle of my thrusts. She moans desperately as she reaches back and grips my thigh to steady herself. “Since you begged so sweetly, coniglietto ,” I pant softly in her ear. My other hand moves between her thighs, and I rub at her clit as the other hand tightens around her throat. “I want to feel your cum spilling all over my cock, Sienna. Give it to me. Now .” I power into her, holding back my release until I feel her finally fall over the edge.
“Alessio!” she screams, her entire body shuddering and quaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Her inner muscles clamp down so tight that I can’t stop my own release from erupting. I groan her name even as I curl us both forward, and I continue to thrust inside her until I’ve spilled every last drop.
When we’re both finally spent, we sink down to the floor, me still over her, her face and body pressed against it, hair spilling all around, both of us gasping for air. If there had ever been any doubt in my mind this woman is perfect for me, it’s gone now. Fuck, if that’s what it’s like every time, or hell, even half the time, I’ll die a happy man.
I slip out of her, and a primal satisfaction fills me as I watch my seed spill out of her. She’s a mess, and it’s sexy as fuck. I want to do it all over again, but even I need a few minutes to recuperate. Not to mention, we need to get our asses out of here before the De Lucas catch up with us. Sienna doesn’t move, and when I brush her hair away from her face, I can see her mouth is slack and her eyes are shut. She’s passed out cold, and I smile. I take her in, seeing the marks I’ve left on her body, and while I should be remorseful for marring her gorgeous skin, I can’t manage it.
Instead, I scoop her up and carry her back through the condo to the primary bedroom, since that’s where all her shit is. I head for the ensuite, and she starts to stir. I walk into the shower, carefully setting her on the bench in the corner before I get the water turned up to a reasonable temperature. When I turn around, she’s staring at me blearily. “Time to clean up, cara mia ,” I croon as I step forward and help her to her feet. She’s unsteady, leaning into me, but seems to wake up a bit when I pull her into the water.
I’m tempted to explore every inch of her body, but she’s clearly exhausted, and there will be plenty of time later. Well, at least until we’re on the plane. I’m already craving her again, and next time, I’m going to taste every inch of her before I fuck her. So I quickly wash her up, and then myself, before we step out of the shower and dry off. She’s coming around, even with how tired she is. When we walk out into the bedroom, she heads for the bed instantly. “I need sleep before we go anywhere,” she tells me tiredly.
“You can sleep on the plane, Sienna,” I tell her firmly.
She looks at me with a pleading expression. “Please, Alessio, just a half hour nap and then we can go. I won’t fight anymore.”
I regard her for a moment, weighing the options. She does look exhausted, and even now, her eyes are drooping. I probably should insist, but the overwhelming need to care for her outweighs everything else. “Alright, half an hour, but then we’re leaving, Sienna. And I expect no arguing,” I add firmly.
She nods, sinks into the bed, pulls the covers up and closes her eyes. Within moments, she’s asleep. I drop my towel to the floor and crawl in with her, curling myself around her. I breathe her in, and something inside me relaxes. Fuck, I’m in trouble with this woman. She’s going to have me wrapped around her little finger if I’m not careful. When we finally get back to the villa, I’ll ensure she understands the rules and expectations, and then things will settle down.
I close my eyes, and before I can stop myself, fatigue swamps me and I’m falling into sleep right behind her.
I come awake abruptly, and instantly realize two things. One, Sienna is no longer in the bed with me, and two, one of my wrists is tied tightly to the headboard. Anger flares, and then a low chuckle has me whipping my head toward the sound. From the ensuite emerges a fully dressed Sienna, a smug smile on her face. “Oh, look who’s awake,” she croons as she steps further into the room.
“Sienna,” I grit out between clenched teeth, even as I flex against the restraint and feel it barely budge.
“You know, it was almost too easy,” she continues casually as she moves past the bed, well out of range where I can grab her, and around to the other side. “Pretend to be exhausted, plead a little for some rest, and then wait until you fell asleep. You didn’t even move when I climbed out, or when I tied you up. Did I wear you out, Mr. Legendary Stamina?”
The anger rising inside is enough to choke me. “I’m going to tan your ass the minute I’m out of this,” I threaten her. And I’ll be finding some creative punishments to add along with it.
“Mmmm, yes, I’m sure you will,” she drawls, completely unfazed. “But see, you’re not the only one who can tie knots, and I doubt even you can get out of that one, Mr. underboss. So, while you’re working on that, I have a few things to see to.” Then she turns and walks out of the room.
I seethe as I work at breaking the knot, straining against the fabric of the tie, but it does nothing but rub at my skin and increase my fury. When she comes back in, I watch her, plotting every thing I’m going to do to her to make her regret this little stunt. But then I see the knife in her hand and my phone, the screen already unlocked. I still, bracing myself to subdue her if she thinks about using it on me. She gives me a cool smile as she brings up the phone and says, “Say cheese.” I glare at her furiously, ignoring the shutter sound from the phone as she takes the picture. Before I can stop her, she puts the knife to my throat. The sharp edge doesn’t cut into my skin, but she puts it right over the carotid artery in my neck. One wrong twitch and I’ll be bleeding out before my men would ever be able to save my dumb ass. “Smile again, sweetheart,” she says sweetly as she turns the phone around to take a selfie.
I think I’ve misjudged this woman. She’s clearly as insane as I am. “You’re lucky I won’t kill you and be done with the aggravation,” I hiss at her. I’d never harm a hair on her head, but fuck if I don’t want to.
“Mmmm, but then you’d lose your bargaining chip, so I doubt that,” she replies, unfazed as she eases away. She clicks a few buttons, and then she tosses the phone to me and sets the knife down on the other side of the bed, close enough that I can reach it, but not her. “Let’s see if you can figure out where I’m going next, Alessio. Catch you later. Oh, and thanks for the orgasms. I haven’t felt this relaxed in months.” She winks at me, blows me a kiss, and then walks out the door.
“Sienna!” I roar, grabbing the knife and bringing it to the tie to cut through it. I cannot allow her to escape me. “Sienna!” I yell again, but there’s nothing but silence. I snarl as I finally manage to saw through the tie enough that I can brute force my way out of it. I grab my phone and jump out of the bed, running into the hallway. I reach the end just as Lazaro and a handful of my men come rushing in. “Find her,” I bark, already stalking toward the other end of the condo. I walk into the bedroom and curse angrily when I see the balcony door open and a sheet dangling from the railing. I run over and see it goes all the way to the next floor, but there’s no sign of her. I whirl when I hear someone behind me and see Lazaro coming in, his face grim. “She’s gotten to the next floor. Seal off all the exits. She is not to leave this fucking building.”
Lazaro barks orders and pulls out his phone as we both run back to the main area; I don’t give a flying fuck that I’m naked. The moment the men reach the elevator and it doesn’t immediately open, I know that she’s gone. She’s too fucking smart to be stopped by my men. Which means I need to hunt her down again. She’ going to pay dearly for this.
And I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.