Chapter 29
D amiano's words echo in my mind as Alessio and I leave the dining room. Family. The concept feels foreign after years of being my father's pawn rather than being his daughter.
We walk in silence through the sprawling hallways of the Feretti mansion.
As we reach Alessio's bedroom door I feel the tension radiating from him—the carefully controlled power that's become both familiar and thrilling. He opens the door, guides me inside, and the moment it clicks shut behind us everything changes.
In one fluid motion Alessio spins me around and presses me against the door, his powerful body caging mine. His eyes burn with an intensity that steals my breath.
"It's about time I got you alone," he growls, in that rough register that makes heat pool in my core.
Before I can respond his mouth claims mine in a kiss that's all-consuming fire. Gone is the restrained man from dinner, replaced by a beast of raw, unleashed desire. His hands frame my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as his tongue slides against mine.
I melt into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The day's stresses and strains—the planning, the fear, the uncertainty about Leonardo—dissolve under his touch. There's only this moment, only us.
His stubble scrapes deliciously against my skin as he trails kisses along my jaw to my ear lobe.
"Do you know how hard it was," he gruffs, "watching you across that table? Seeing you handle Damiano and the others?"
I gasp as his teeth graze my earlobe, my head falling back against the door.
"I wanted to drag you out of there," he continues. "Take you somewhere no one could hear the sounds I planned to pull from you."
"Alessio..."
He captures my mouth again, swallowing my words. His hand slides down to grip my hip, pulling me tighter against him. I can feel how much he wants me, hard and insistent against my stomach.
When he finally breaks the kiss we're both breathing hard. His forehead rests against mine, our shared air hot between us.
"Mine," he whispers, and it doesn't sound like possession anymore—it sounds like wonder.
I look up at Alessio, my body thrumming with need. The intensity in his dark eyes makes my knees weak. I've never wanted anyone the way I want him—completely, desperately.
"I want you," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "Inside me. Now."
His lips curve into that menacing smile that makes my pulse race. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his touch featherlight yet commanding.
"Not yet, piccola ." Husky with repressed hunger. "Not until you beg me for it."
Heat floods my cheeks. In my past life—before Alessio—I never would have begged anyone for anything. But here, pressed between his hard body and the door, pride seems irrelevant compared to the ache building between my thighs.
"Please," I manage, the plea feeling foreign on my tongue.
Alessio shakes his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can do better than that." His hand slides up my ribs, stopping just below my breast. "Tell me exactly what you want, Melania. Make me believe how badly you need it."
I swallow hard. Part of me wants to resist, to maintain some illusion of control. But another part—the part that's learning to surrender to him—knows the freedom that comes with letting go.
"Please, Alessio," I whisper, my fingers clutching his shoulders. "I need you inside me. I've never—" My voice catches as his thumb grazes the underside of my breast. "I've never wanted anyone like this. Please don't make me wait."
His eyes darken further, pupils expanding until only a thin ring of brown remains. "Say it again," he commands, his accent thick with desire. "Beg me properly."
"Please," I gasp, all pretense of dignity abandoned. "Please, Alessio. I'm begging you. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to take me, make me yours. Please..."
A low growl rumbles in his chest and I know I've broken through his control. His hands grind my hips and his mouth crashes down on mine with bruising intensity.
Alessio's hands slide to the zipper of my jeans, tugging it down with deliberate slowness. Then he does the same with my shirt. The fabric loosens around me and he pushes it off my shoulders. He groans, staring at me, leaving me in just my underwear.
"Beautiful," he says, his eyes traveling over my body with such heat I can almost feel it like a physical scorch.
I reach for him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He helps me, shrugging it off his broad shoulders. My breath catches at the sight of him. The bandage on his arm covers what will now be little more than a scratch, the wound from the bullet graze already healing.
I run my fingers over his chest, outlining the defined muscles, feeling his heart beating into my palm as though staking its claim. He unclasps my bra with practiced ease and I let it fall away.
His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I arc into his touch with a gasp.
He strips off the rest of his clothes and I can't help but stare. He's magnificent—powerful thighs, narrow hips, and his dick... My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, thick and hard and intimidating in the best possible way.
"See something you like?" he asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in that smirk that makes my knees weak.
"You're so big," I whisper, unable to keep the thought to myself as I feel him against me.
His eyes glitter at my awe and he captures my mouth in a kiss that steals my air. His tongue slides against mine, demanding.
Alessio's hands slide down my body, again gripping my hips firmly. "Turn around," he commands, his voice a rough whisper in my ear.
I comply, pressing my palms against the door’s smooth wood. His body heat radiates into my back as he steps closer, his hands skimming down my sides to hook into my underwear. With one swift motion, he drags the fabric down my legs.
The sharp crack of his palm against my ass makes me gasp, the sting blooming into heat that spreads through my body. "So perfect," he murmurs, kneading the flesh he just struck.
Then he's gone, the sudden absence of his kneading inciting deeper yearning. I resist the urge to look back, to see where he's gone. The anticipation builds in my stomach, a delicious tension that has me shifting my weight from foot to foot.
When he returns, his hands are on me again, more insistent now. "Lift your right leg," he orders, guiding my movement until my foot rests on the seat of a chair. The position leaves me completely exposed.
My cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as cool air hits my most intimate places. But there's no time to dwell on it before Alessio drops to his knees behind me.
"Hold still," he growls, his breath hot on my sensitive skin.
I barely have time to brace myself before his mouth is on me, his tongue exploring with devastating precision. He licks a path from my core to my ass, making me cry out in shocked pleasure. No one has ever touched me there and the taboo sensation sends sparks shooting up my spine.
His hands spread me wider as his tongue circles, teases, dips inside one entrance then the other with relentless attention. My legs shake, threatening to give out as he sucks and licks until I'm gasping, scratching at the door for support.
Just when I think I might shatter from his mouth alone, he pulls away. I whimper at the loss but then his hand cracks against my ass again, harder this time.
"You like that?" he asks, hoarse with desire.
"Yes," I breathe, the admission falling from my lips without hesitation.
In one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me so completely I cry out. He gives me no time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he claims me up against the door.
His movements become more urgent, more demanding. Then without warning he pulls out completely. I barely have time to bemoan the sudden emptiness before his hand wraps around my throat from behind.
"Turn around," he growls, his voice like gravel.
He spins me to face him, his fingers still loosely circling my neck. His eyes are almost black with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The control he usually maintains is fracturing before my eyes.
In one sinuous motion he grips my thighs and lifts me completely off the ground. I gasp, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck for balance. He positions me with my back against the wall, spreading my legs wide with his arms.
I'm completely open to him, suspended in the air, entirely at his mercy.
"Look at me," he commands.
I meet his gaze, drowning in the intensity I find there. He holds me with apparent effortlessness, his muscles barely straining under my weight.
"I want to see your face when I fuck you," he says, his accent thick with lascivious desire.
Then he thrusts into me in one powerful stroke. I cry out, my head tilting back against the wall as he fills me completely. The angle is deeper than before, hitting places inside me that make an entire celebration of fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
"Eyes on me," he growls, giving my throat a gentle squeeze.
I force my eyes open as he begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has me panting with every thrust. The wall is unforgiving but I barely notice the discomfort as relentless pleasure builds inside me.
He holds me effortlessly, his powerful arms supporting my weight as he drives into me. Each thrust pushes me harder against the wall, the friction delicious and overwhelming.
"Alessio," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained with effort and control. "Say my name. Tell me who's fucking you, cara mia ."
"You," I gasp as he hits a spot that makes my vision blur. "You, Alessio. Only you."
She's so fucking tight around me, gripping me like a vise with each thrust. The way her body yields to mine, taking everything I give her—it's perfection I never knew existed. Her skin flushes pink beneath my hands, the marks of my possession blooming across her flesh.
"Tell me who owns you." I growl against her ear.
"You," she gasps, her voice breaking on the word. "Only you, Alessio."
I drive into her harder, pinning her against the wall with my body.
Her legs tighten around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper.
Each thrust pulls sounds from her that I want to capture and replay in my darkest moments—breathy moans and desperate whimpers that feed something feral inside me.
Her walls flutter around me, telling me she's close. I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my release coiling tight as I fight to hold it back. Not yet. Not until she breaks first.
"I want to feel you come on my cock," I command, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping the strands tight enough to sting as her body tenses. She pulls hard, the sharp pain sending electricity down my spine as she arches against me.
"Alessio!" she cries out, her inner muscles clamping down around me as she shatters.
The sight of her—lips parted, my name on her tongue as pleasure takes her—pushes me over the edge. My rhythm falters as my release tears through me, white-hot and overwhelming. I bury myself deep inside her with a final thrust as I empty myself completely.
I grip Melania tight against me as the last waves of pleasure roll through us both. Our ragged breathing fills the space between us, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine. Sweat slicks our skin where we're pressed together, her legs still wrapped around my waist.
"We need to get in the shower," she whispers, her voice ragged. "And then just sleep."
I lower her until her feet touch the ground but before she can move away, I press her back against the wall. My hand slides up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there with enough pressure to make her pulse jump beneath my palm.
"Let me make something clear, princess," I say, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I make the commands. You follow them."
Her pupils dilate, nearly swallowing the amber irises. She bites her lower lip, teeth sinking into the soft flesh as a small moan escapes her. The sound goes straight to my groin despite my recent release.
"Are we clear?" I ask, my voice dropping to that register that makes her shiver.
She nods, then catches herself. "Yes," she breathes out, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Good girl," I praise, watching her reaction. Just as I expected the words hit her like a caress. Her eyelids flutter, another soft moan slipping past her lips as her body melts against mine.
I know exactly what those two simple words do to her—how they strip away her defenses and leave her bare and wanting. It's a power I never knew I craved until I discovered it with her.
I release my hold on her throat, stepping back just enough to permit her to move.
She remains pressed against the wall, chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, her eyes locked on mine.
The sight of her—flushed skin marked with my touch, lips swollen from my kisses—stirs possession in my chest.
"Move. Bathroom. Now." I punctuate my command with a sharp smack to her ass that echoes in the room.
She jumps at the contact, a small gasp escaping her lips. For a heartbeat I see that calculating look flash across her face—the one that tells me she's weighing her options, deciding whether to challenge me. Then her expression changes and her shoulders relax as she surrenders to the moment, to me.
"Yes," she whispers, pushing herself away from the wall.
I watch her walk toward the bathroom, hips swaying with each step. The brand of my hands stand out on her skin—evidence of my claim on her body. My fingerprints are everywhere—her hips, her thighs, the curve of her ass reddening from my palm.
She pauses at the bathroom door, glancing back over her shoulder. Her amber eyes hold mine, vulnerable and questioning in their depths.
"Are you coming?" The question is soft, almost shy.
I don't answer with words. I follow her into the bathroom, closing the distance between us. The sound of the shower starts as she reaches in to adjust the temperature, steam already beginning to fill the space.
She steps under the spray, water falling down her body, following the curves I've spent hours memorizing with my hands and mouth. I join her, crowding her against the tile wall as the hot water beats down on us both.