Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Alessandro
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be kissing Sienna D’Addario like my life depends on it.
I shouldn’t be thinking about how she tastes—like the perfect combination of sin and innocence on my tongue.
Just one taste , I tell myself. One taste to sate the edges of my rabid hunger. Just a little taste to quench my curiosity.
I push my fingers into the mass of soft, dark hair at the back of her head and drag her ever closer, licking into her mouth with the sort of reckless abandon I thought I had put firmly behind me.
She moans into my mouth, a sound that rumbles through me and awakens the suppressed desire within me—a desire I’ve been trying to push down since I set eyes on the hazel-eyed siren in the gallery.
I slant my mouth against hers again and again, my body pressed fully against hers. Hard muscle against soft, wet, gleaming flesh.
The image of her fully naked body is imprinted in my head, and it only stirs the fire within me. From the moment she stepped out of the bathroom in that towel, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether there was anything between her and being completely naked—other than that towel.
And now the question has been answered. This whole time, she had been standing before me, a tiny mishap away from being revealed.
The cruelty of it was genius. Dangling the choicest meat before a starving lion, knowing he was stuck in a cage and could only fantasize.
But no cage, no shackles, and not even wild horses could have stopped me from taking that tempting mouth of hers.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur against the wet, swollen flesh of her mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes.
I push my tongue into her inviting mouth, taking, plundering, and conquering. But it’s not enough. I don’t just want her mouth. I want all of her at my feet, begging for me and feeling even a tenth of this mindless want.
“You know what I am.” I rip my mouth from hers and drag my lips down her jaw. “You don’t want to be the object of a monster’s desire.”
“Don’t stop.”
I nip at her ear, causing her to moan. “You don’t want to be touched with these bloodstained hands.”
Tell me to stop , I plead silently. I can’t be the one to stop this now. I’m too far gone, but I’m not that much of an asshole to ever take a woman against her will.
The city is littered with women who will do anything to be able to suck my cock in the nearest alleyway. The disgust that rolls through me at the thought is startling.
With a frown, I try to imagine Dayna on her knees before me right now, but I mentally recoil from the thought. Before I can dwell on it for too long, small hands fist my shirt, and I’m dragged into a sloppy kiss.
One of my hands cups the naked flesh of her backside, cupping one cheek and causing her to freeze for a second. Then, I drag my tongue along the seams of her mouth, and she makes a desperate mewling sound.
“Push me away, Marino,” I growl. I can’t stand the thought of her being associated with the prosecutor. It’s a silly move, calling her by her pseudonym to differentiate her from the object of my revenge.
It doesn’t make her any less off-limits, but neither does it make my dick any less hard for her.
“If you don’t want to do this, then stop.” She sounds drowsy with lust, but her words are a clear challenge.
We both know neither of us can stop this. Sienna wants this as much as I do, and I’m done giving her an escape. If she wants to go down with me into the fiery pits of hell, then so be it.
“I’m not going to make love to you,” I tell her. “I’m not one of your little city boyfriends who’s going to whisper poetry in your ear and hold your hand. I’m all man. I’m going to fuck you, and there’ll be nothing respectful about it.”
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her front teeth come down on her plump bottom lip. I wait to see the indecision in her eyes. The barest hint of doubt will have me walking right out of here no matter how hard it’ll be, but to my surprise, all I see is anticipation and a need that may just rival my own.
Ah. So, the little artist wants a taste of the dark side.
We clash in an explosion of desire, her hands clutching the collar of my shirt, mine grabbing and exploring, eager to touch all of her. To feel all that smooth flesh under my calloused hands.
A thought flashes in my head that this is the ultimate revenge against the prosecutor. If he could see his precious child reduced to mindless, animalistic instinct.
Maybe…
No . I squash the thought under my mental boots.
There’s something about this moment that is just for us. Something completely removed from my revenge. This doesn’t change the fact that Ivan will be destroyed. This is nothing.
I’ll use Sienna to get rid of this unfounded distraction and the sense of dissatisfaction that is brewing inside me. After which, I’ll be able to concentrate and do what needs to be done and stop feeling like I’m doing every goddamn thing wrong.
“Why did you stop?” Sienna asks as I peel away from her.
Wordlessly, I push her down to the bed, my body following hers as if being pulled by a magnetic force. Leaning over her, supported by my hands on either side of her head, I take a moment to study her.
She’s staring up at me, wide eyed and curious, every single thought in her head shining clear as day from them. Her rosy lips are parted like an unholy demand.
My gaze reluctantly drags away from her mouth and moves to the silver wrapped around her throat. A groan escapes my lips at the sight of it gleaming against her tan throat.
I reach out and slide my thumb across it, from one side of her neck to the other, and I watch her pulse flutter beneath it.
“I hate it.” Her voice comes out in a whisper.
“Hmm,” I reply. “You better get used to it. It’s never coming off.”
“It’ll be the first thing to go once I get out of here,” she promises fiercely.
“And how are you going to do that?”
Her eyes flicker. “I’ll cut it off me.”
My mouth quirks. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Or I’ll have them save your fingers after they put you in an electric chair. I assume it’s your fingerprint that unlocks it, right?”
I chuckle. “How grotesque.”
I wrap my hands around the silver collar, and she sucks in a breath, the teasing light disappearing from her eyes.
My eyes continue their leisurely trail down her body. She’s exquisite, every inch of her. I don’t know what part of her I want my mouth on first. Maybe her heavy breasts, tipped with dark pink nipples that are hard and aching for my mouth, or the treasure between her thighs that I want to push and pound into until I can’t see straight.
When I glance up at her again, she’s gnawing at her lip again.
“I told you not to do that again.” My voice is low, and her eyes flare, a hint of fear in them.
I bite down on that abused lower lip, tugging it free before my mouth descends on one nipple, sucking it in with relish.
“Oh God,” she moans, her fingers trying to find purchase in my too-short hair but failing.
I cover her other breast with my hand, squeezing and then plucking at the stiff nipple. Her back bows off the bed, pushing more of her soft flesh into my greedy mouth.
I bite and suck and nip at one before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. Soft gasping sounds fall out of her mouth as my tongue laves over her nipple.
“Please, please,” she cries, her long nails digging into my shoulders. I’m sure she’ll draw blood, and it’ll leave bruises afterward. I don’t want to look too closely at why I don’t immediately hate that thought.
My mouth drifts down to her soft belly and then to the mound at the junction of her legs that’s covered with a light dusting of dark hair.
I breathe her in, my head immediately going woozy as all the blood rushes southwards, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my slacks.
“Fuck, Sienna,” I growl against the tuft of hair. “I can smell your desire.”
“Oh God,” she pants. I glance up to see that her cheeks have gone red, and her thick lashes are lowered over her eyes. But even with them shielded from my view, I can still feel the lust shining out of them.
I cup her hot pussy, and she jerks, her mouth slacking.
“Tell me to stop, Sienna.” My mouth says one thing, but the rest of me is in complete disagreement. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away if she tells me to stop.
Fortunately for me, I can feel her answer even before she juts her chin out. “I c—can’t.”
It’s enough for me.
I pull the hem of my sweater from where it’s tucked into my pants, and grabbing it, I whip it over my head and fling it away. Her bright eyes lower to my exposed body, and her pink tongue swipes over her lips.
Grabbing her by the hip, I drag her toward me and position her legs over my shoulders. She lets out a shocked gasp at the position that bares her wet pussy to me.
I grab a pillow and tuck it under her hip, keeping her elevated.
A flash of silver catches my attention, and I shift my gaze to her ankle beside my ear. There are two silver chains clasped around one slim ankle.
I finger the jewelry, my cock jumping at the sight of them.
“Alessandro, please!” she cries out, frustration bleeding through her voice. “Stop toying with me.”
My hand comes down on her soaking center, and her eyes widen. “W—what?—”
I spank her pussy again, and this time, she lets out a strangled moan.
“You don’t give the orders here,” I growl at her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.
She writhes, grinding against it for more of the pressure, but I take my hand away.
“Alessandro!” Sienna pants. “Oh god…Alessandro, Alessandro.”
Sweat beads down her face, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. She’s my captive, though, and it’s only right that I torture her and remind her of her place.
I push two fingers into her, and she screams, almost flying off the bed.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” I order her. “Show me how desperate you are for it.”
Uncertainty flickers in her eyes, and I’m reminded she’s not one of my hookups. She’s the blushing, lip-biting artist who’s taking a walk on the wild side.
“Do it,” I bark. “Or are you also too much of a coward to use me for your pleasure?”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, her eyes flashing. And then she begins to bounce against my hand, her head falling back, her mouth gaping wide, her breasts bouncing.
My cock is an aching steel rod in my pants, but I can’t look away from her long enough to be bothered with it.
She’s glorious.
“Nghhh,” she grunts.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes immediately snap to mine, too far gone to feel any embarrassment.
I pull my fingers out of her tight heat and imagine how she’s going to strangle my cock.
I want to taste her, but I want to be buried to the hilt inside her more, so I settle for sucking my fingers coated in her juices into my mouth.
“Fuck me, Alessandro,” she begs breathlessly.
A smile spreads across my face. I’ve never been happier to hear those words.