30. Release your inhibitions
THIRTY
RELEASE YOUR INHIBITIONS
Lake
As soon as Hades and his daughter left, Alessio takes my hands in his and presses them together as if praying.
“Lake, I promised you dinner, but this meeting went as well as I expected, meaning not well at all. But with you here, at least nobody died, so that’s a good thing. The problem is that the security team upstairs set a trap for one of the men Hades sent, and there’s an ongoing situation. With my sister gone and my best friend romancing his fiancée over in Tennessee, I don’t trust anyone else to handle this sensitive situation for me.”
“What about Leo? Is he safe?”
Alessio kisses my hands. “He is safe. I’m asking you for a rain check.”
“Oh my God, Alessio. Of course. We can order in. Um, how urgent is the situation?”
“It is life-threatening, possibly on a global scale, or I wouldn’t cancel on you.”
“Let’s go.” I grab his hand and walk as quickly as I can in these six-inch heels. They’re stunning, with red soles, but I’m not one of those badass bitches who runs in heels and kicks ass in them.
Rushing to get back to the suite, I almost drag Alessio, whose speed resembles a brisk walk. Maybe he’s used to this type of situation, but I’m not, and if this man isn’t following through on what he promised me, it means something serious occurred to change his mind. I know this much about Alessio’s character.
The security personnel stationed outside our suite have cleared out, except for a few men. None of them speak as Alessio unlocks the door. Inside, we find at least a dozen men. All of them seem to be on duty. Some are guarding Leo’s room, others are speaking into earpieces, and two of them are at the desk, looking at the computer screens.
They stop what they’re doing when we walk in and stare at Alessio. I don’t think they expected him to cancel dinner, but now that he has, they seem to wait for instructions. Which Alessio gives, not in English. I hang back as the men pack up their equipment and file one by one out of the suite.
“I’ll check on Leo,” I say when Alessio walks out with the men.
* * *
Three hours later, after I showered and ate dinner, I finally worked out what Hades’s daughter gave me and what she wants me to do with it. At least, I think so. She gave me a small screwdriver and then talked about how my purse fits in her hand. She specifically said the word grip .
I believe the metal rod is a screwdriver that fits the screws of the golden gun’s grip, and if there’s ever been a time to get it, it would be the middle of the night when Leo is sleeping and Alessio is busy.
The golden gun’s up on the high shelf of the closet, and I’ll need something to climb on in order to reach it. I look around and figure I could use a suitcase. I’ve just grabbed the handle and am pulling when Alessio says, “Are you going somewhere?”
I jump away from the suitcase as if it burned me. “You have to stop sneaking around like that, Alessio.”
He’s leaning against the doorjamb. How long has he been there?
“I’m not sneaking around. I entered quietly because I thought you might be sleeping. We aren’t due to leave for a while, so why are you handling the suitcase?”
“I’m trying to move it to the other corner, is all.”
“I would understand if you wanted to leave us after tonight. I work long hours. I’m not boyfriend material.”
“That’s not the case at all.” I walk up to him and unknot his already loose tie. His hair is disheveled as if he spent the night running his fingers through it.
He grabs my hip and brings me closer. “You should work on being more aware of your surroundings.” Alessio kisses me on the lips. “I knew bringing you and Leo here was a risk, and that I didn’t have anyone I could trust with me, but I also knew I couldn’t work effectively if the two of you were at the house while I was miles and miles away.” He unties my robe, his breath hot on my neck before he bites me there and pushes the robe off my shoulders.
It falls at my feet.
Allessio grips my wrists, first one, then the other, places them at the small of my back, then pushes me face first against the wall. It’s sudden and a little forceful, and I gasp when he pins me.
My bare nipples press against the cold tapestry, cooling the heat rising in my body.
Alessio kisses down my spine, his hands coming up to hold my butt cheeks apart. I can hear him drop to one knee, and then his tongue spreads my folds, his lips suck my clit, his long, capable fingers probe my hole that’s aching for him.
When I start pushing back against his face, wanting to ride it, Alessio turns me by my hips and again throws me over his shoulder.
He can’t help himself.
He’s a feral man with an untamed heart who’s trapped in modern times in his mansion and his designer suit. While he’s mastered self-control, sometimes, maybe when it’s safe to do so, he lets go. It’s humbling to be the person he can let go with.
He tosses me onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. I bounce and, once settled, spread my legs and tease him by touching myself while he takes off his clothes.
Naked, Alessio prowls over me. He pushes inside me to the hilt while swallowing my scream. I’m not made of glass, but Alessio is big, and his width takes a bit to get used to. As punishment for his plunging into me, I dig my nails into his hair, grab a fistful, and pull. He keeps kissing me while I pull his hair. I’m sure it hurts him, but I think he’s turned on.
Alessio sneaks a hand under my bottom and lifts my hip as if he needs to be inside me more. The angle. Oh my God, the angle this gives me makes me release him and run my hands gently through his hair. Now he moves slowly, thoroughly, every thrust so embarrassingly satisfying that I moan loudly.
I won’t last. I won’t even make two more thrusts.
Alessio bites the side of my neck and whispers, “I need to fuck you hard, Lake.”
“Okay.”
“Hold on to your legs.”
Alessio props himself up on his fists and starts to pound into me. Our eyes are locked, and his expression is feral, devoid of humanity. It’s difficult to hold such a cold and deadly stare, but I don’t want to look away, because if I do, I feel like I’d be dismissing the parts of Alessio he chooses to share with me.
He’s a complicated man. Ruthless even, and when he looks at me like this, it’s as if he’s daring me to look away. I won’t. I’m not afraid of how I feel about him. I’m only afraid of what will happen when he thinks all this wasn’t as real for me as it was for him. He’ll think I lied to him about this thing between us. Nobody can fake attraction like this. This is the kind of attraction that’s blind. It’s why we’re trapped together, day after day, our bond becoming stronger and stronger.
Alessio’s intensely focused on the objective, which is to make us both come. He’s hitting the right place inside me, and my eyes roll back as my body shudders and I orgasm. I’m busy in my own bliss when he ejaculates inside me. And remains there.
I expect him to roll over, but he starts to kiss me again. I can feel him softening inside my channel, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he starts to move inside me as if ready for round two. Inside me, he’s growing again.
Alessio fucks like Hercules.