27. Alessia
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ALESSIA
W hen we get back to Astor’s, I shoot up the stairs and to the guest bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I don’t know why, because if he wants to come in, he will. Even if he has to break it down, he will.
I check my phone to see it’s midnight. I’m exhausted and just want to sleep. I don’t even know if I want to know what he was doing these last two days or if I just want to forget it. He’s right—I’m tired of him hurting people because of me.
What I didn’t understand is why he said I’m running from him. He’s the one who left me for two days. I wash and rinse my hair, able to hear him on the phone when I get out.
I pull on an oversized t-shirt and pad my way down to his room. If I thought for a second that there was a chance he’d let me sleep in the guest room I would, but I’m not stupid enough to try it.
I climb into bed and text Caro.
Alessia:
How mad was Justin?
Caro:
Pissed enough to tie me up and spank me until I begged him to fuck me.
Alessia:
Bitch.
Caro:
How’s things there?
Alessia:
He fucked me on my balcony, like literally, hanging from my balcony. I think my parents heard us and pretty sure one of the guards saw.
Caro:
Kinky. I guess Justin is like my boyfriend or something now.
Alessia:
Oh, he’s definitely your boyfriend. I think they’re on the phone with each other.
Caro:
They are. Are you still mad at him?
I stare at her message and think about my response.
Alessia:
I’m tired of being mad. I’m going to bed, meeting with parents tomorrow. Dad was a dick to me tonight for missing dinner.
Caro:
Yikes. Love you.
I’m putting my phone on the nightstand when I hear his feet knocking against the floor. He stops in the doorway and leans against the frame, his arms folded. I raise my eyebrow at him. He has a pair of sweats on and his chest bare. His hair is wet from what I’m assuming was a shower.
“I thought you’d sleep in the guest room.”
“I thought about it, but I knew you’d just drag me out. I’m too tired to put up a fight, so.”
I shrug and pull the covers up to my neck as he walks over to the bed and climbs in next to me. I reach to turn off the lamp, but he grabs my arm. I sigh and look at him.
“You’ve been mad for an entire day. That’s enough.”
I gently tug my arm out of his hold and he moves closer to me.
“Tell me what you were doing,” I urge, taking a more soothing approach. I feel his hands as they run up my arm and glances away from me.
“I want to, but I can’t tell you yet. So, I’ll tell you this: I needed to get information on the whereabouts of someone. Someone who wants to cause a lot of problems for our families.”
“And did you? Find them?” I ask.
He nods. “ Him …and yes I did.” I don’t respond, instead I just tap my finger on my thigh over the covers and he grabs my hand. “I’m sorry .”
The last thing I expected was him to apologize. Again. I push myself even closer to him, running my hand down his chest.
“I’m sorry, too.” He watches my hand as it hovers over his cock and I pull at his sweats. “Take them off,” I tell him. He groans when I push my hand inside and fist his cock with one hand, tugging his sweats down with the other. I don’t know why him telling me something, even if it was vague, made things feel less important. I slide my body down and position myself between his legs, his cock in my hands as I stroke it up and down. He pushes his fingers through my hair and tightens his grip when I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, licking up the clear drop that sits on top of it.
“Fuck, little devil ,” he says. It fuels me—I’ll show him a devil. I open my mouth and try my best to fit his entire cock inside. My head moves up and down as the sounds of slurping mixed with his labored breathing and groans fill the room. He matches my pace, shoving his cock further down my throat. This is the one time where I’m glad a gag reflex doesn’t kick in. Instead, I take it. I take every thrust he gives my mouth, rolling his balls in my hand.
“I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?” he growls, his eyes hyper focused on me. I acknowledge with a yank of his cock and pick up my speed as I suck. His head falls against the headboard and my mouth is invaded with salty warmness. The more I swallow, the more that comes. And I do exactly what he said: swallow every drop.
I crawl up next to him, a grin of confidence on my face.
“Feeling good about yourself?” he asks, climbing onto me. He stops when he runs his hand over my panties.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn. He chuckles, and within a second, I hear the sound of my panties tearing. “Astor...”
“Thought you didn’t like wearing them?” he mocks.
“I don’t, but easy access around you isn’t a good idea when I’m supposed to be mad at you.” He positions himself in between my legs, lining his cock up with my entrance. I look down in fascination, watching as he runs it through my slickness. He pushes in and whispers into my ear, “No barrier will stop me from fucking you, malyshka . Now keep those legs open while I fuck my pussy.” When he rams inside of me, I see stars. Fucking stars.
Jesus. Christ.