71. Alessia
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
ALESSIA
A pparently, no one expected me to be in classes today. All of my professors seemed surprised to see me today. Once again, everyone is staring and it seems like every day it’s for a new reason. But today, I don’t know if it’s because I beat the shit out of someone in front of everyone or if it’s because Astor’s car exploded in the parking lot. It doesn’t matter, honestly. It doesn’t matter because Redcrest University is crawling with people who do bad shit and get it covered. It’s crawling with students who do nothing but drugs all day and party all night. It’s the place for fuck ups; except it’s the most poised fuck ups you’ll ever meet. So they can stare. I’m sure what I’ve done isn’t nearly as bad as what they have.
When my class ends, I head out to the common area outside. I spot Caroline first and head towards her.
“Hey, bitch,” she greets, hugging me. Astor yanks her by her hair and she squeals. I swat at him and he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“I told you not to call her that,” he says as I shake my head in amusement.
“And I told you that I’m a part of the mafia, too.” She rams her fist into his stomach and he hunches over before she bursts out in laughter. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t even that hard of a punch.”
“Caro, keep your hands to yourself. You too, Astor.” He flips her off and she smirks.
“You about ready to go?” We’re going to the warehouse tonight and I feel good about it. I know what I want to do and I have Astor’s support with it.
“Yup. I’m all set.” I turn to our friends and wave to them. “See you all tomorrow!”
Astor deposits me into the car and we’re zipping off towards the warehouse.
“How was classes today?” he asks, his hand resting firmly on my thigh.
“It was fine, people stared as usual, but it was fine. You?”
“Same. But we’re almost done with this chapter of our lives.”
“That’s true.”
“Then we can start the other part,” he says, never taking his eyes off the road.
“And what part is that?” I ask.
He glances at me and adjusts himself in the driver seat. “The happy part. Where we’re a normal married couple that travels, handles business together, and fucks every chance we get.”
“Aren’t we doing that now?” I look behind us and see there’s no cars on the road besides us. “Speaking of fucking anywhere…think we can spare time before we go to the warehouse?”
He glares at me and yanks the car off the road into a dirt road. Not even a moment later, the car is in park and he’s pulling me over the seat onto his lap.
“If you think there’s ever a time that I’ll turn down fucking you, you’re crazy.”
I unbuckle my pants and shove them off, watching as he pulls his down.
He wraps his hand around my neck and I hover over top of him, lining his cock up with my pussy.
“Good,” I say, slamming down on him. We both moan into each other’s face. “You always feel so good,” I say as I start to move myself back and forth on his cock, faster and faster. He grips my hips and holds me there. “Don’t chase it, let me come to you. Stay still.”
I stay where I am and let him take control. And when he does, I feel free. I feel lightweight. He’s fucking me slow and deep, and I can feel him everywhere. The window is starting to fog, but I could care a less. My body is tingling and his cock is penetrating me from my pussy to my throat. The more he thrusts, the deeper he goes. And I can’t help but to moan in pleasure.
“I need to come, Ast.”
“Mm, ask me nicely,” he growls in my ear as he plumets my pussy.
“Please, please, baby. Let me come. I need to come.”
“Then give it to me, come all over my cock. Mark me.” It’s instant. The moment those words leave his mouth, I cover him. He doesn’t stop pumping in and out of me until I feel his warmth shoot inside of me. I lean my head against the cool glass and he jerks inside of me, his hand wrapped tightly around my nape.
“Fuuuck, Alessia. Fuck.”
He pulls me into his arms and runs his hand down my back.
“Ready to go cause havoc?”
“Damn right, I am.”
“Good girl. Buckle up.”
The abandoned warehouse has a few rooms in it, but for the most part, it’s a big, empty floor plan. Miles is tied up and has chains that are connected to the wall. When he hears the door open, he looks up and his face looks deformed. His eye is split open and there’s a gash on the side of his face that probably needs at least fifteen stitches. I walk up to him and tap the side of his face. When he looks me in my eyes, I see evil. This man doesn’t care what he did. He doesn’t care that he took six years of my life. He only cares about himself.
“I’m disappointed, Miles, I must say. I could’ve sworn that the last time we talked, you threatened to rape me again.” Astor is sitting in a chair watching me, his eyes strictly on me. I’m sure that if he looks at him, he’ll snap. So watching me is good for now. I just hope he doesn’t tell me no to my plan to teach Miles a lesson, because it involves him in every way.
I take my knife out of my thigh holster and twirl it around. “I did want to ask you something. Why’d you think I wanted it so badly? Did I say something to you? Did I do something to you?”
He ignores me and looks off. I take my knife and jab it into his side, causing him to scream out.
“She asked you a question. Answer it,” Astor says, his voice lethal.
“You pranced around in that fucking bathing suit. You acted like you wanted Astor, but always laughed and smiled at me. Always hugging me goodbye, kissing my cheek hello. You wanted me, not him!”
I’m completely shocked, because he truly believes this.
“You can’t be fucking serious. It’s called being polite, being a friend. And trust me, the bathing suit? It wasn’t for you. It was for the one you walked in on me kissing that day, or did you think I didn’t know? Astor saw you in the kitchen, he knew you caught us kissing.”
“He’ll never have you the way I did. You liked it so much you couldn’t even speak. But I loved your screams, I replay them in my head all the time. I loved every moment with you even though I guess I was too late on the virginity aspect. You didn’t even bleed.”
This time, it’s Astor who inflicts the pain. He takes a drill that’s laying on the table and drills into his pants, right where his cock is.
“She didn’t bleed because your dick was too fucking small to break her hymen…but guess what? Mine wasn’t and she bled so fucking pretty for me, Miles.” He drives the drill deeper and the crotch of his pants are covered in blood in an instant. “And she does speak, especially when she begs for my cock.”
Something sparkles in Miles’ eyes. “So I was the first to take her virgin pussy, then?” He looks at me. “No matter what you do, even if you kill me, you can never take that away from me, tornado.”
Something in Astor snaps. He takes his fist and plunges it into Miles’ face. I block out his taunting because Astor is my one and only. I sit on the table and watch in awe at the man I married beat the ever-loving shit out of a boy who’s so delusional that he thought raping me was the way to get me.
Astor shakes his hand out and looks at me. He’s out of breath and he looks murderous. The next thing I know, he has the gun out and to Miles’ head.
That’s not my plan.
“Don’t kill him, Ast,” I say, walking closer to him. He won’t look at me and I know that if he doesn’t, then this battle is over. I step in front of the gun. “Ast, don’t. It’s not your fight to fight anymore.”
“Not only did he rape you, but he wanted you.”
“Never gonna happen, baby.”
“You belong to me.”
“Show him that, then. Show him how I like to be fucked, how I’m not quiet unless you make me quiet. Show him how much of a slut I am for your cock and your cock only.”
It takes him a few moments, but he drops the gun and pulls me to him as his tongue pushes into my mouth. I let him take control because it’s about showing him that he’s the one I belong to.
“Miles, sorry about this. But it can’t wait, I need to fuck my husband. But please, keep those eyes open so you can see just how good he does it.”
“You bitch!” he grunts out. Astor tries to turn towards him, but I stop him.
“No, fuck me.”
“On your knees, I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours,” he says as he pushes me down. The floor is cold and a shiver surges through me, but I open my mouth just in time for the first thrust. My jaw is lax as he pushes his cock in and out. I gather my spit and cover the head of his cock before shoving it to the back of my throat. His balls are in my hands, and when I tug on them, he groans out and pulls my hair by the roots. Giving Astor head is easily one of my favorite things to do, but having him fuck my mouth? That’s top fucking notch.
“Goddamn it, little devil. You take it so well. Tears streaking your face while you choke on my cock. Fucking sight to see,” he says, wipes them as he continues to fuck my mouth.
He pulls me to my feet a second later and drags me to the table that’s in front of Miles.
“I can’t wait another fucking second; I need to be inside of you.” He throws me on the table and rips my jeans and boots off. He dips his finger inside of me and brings it up to his nose. “Fuck, Miles, she smells so good.” He plunges inside of me and I scream out. “But she feels so much better.” I wrap my legs around him as his cock moves in and out of me. My screams fill the warehouse and I almost come on the spot when I feel his thumb hovering over my asshole.
His hand is around my neck when I try to scream again. “Shut up and take it,” he says as he draws his cock completely out and slams into me again, bottoming himself out in me.
“Ast! Fuck, more.”
“More? My slut wants more?” he taunts.
He turns me over and pulls me up on my hands and knees. His hand comes down on my ass and the moment my back arches, he wraps he hand around my hair and yanks me back onto his cock. I’m not going to last much longer, and when he snakes his hand around and plunges two fingers inside of me, my body shakes.
“I think she’s coming, Miles. Her pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock that I can feel every pulse, every tremble, every fucking move she makes.” He adds a third finger and it sends me over the edge. I’m coming and moaning, or screaming at this point, I don’t know. I just know that I feel euphoric.
“Give it to me, baby. Give me all of it,” he whispers in my ear. And I do. His pace is slowing down and his thrusts are beginning to stagger. “I’m going to fill this perfect fucking cunt up with my cum.”
Seconds later, warmth spreads across my stomach and I’m kissing my husband like my life depends on it.
“I fucking love you,” he grits out, sliding out of me. I run my hand down the side of his face. “I love you,” I respond.
Once we catch our breathes, I get myself together again. Miles is glaring at me and I smirk at him.
“See, the only person I’ll ever be underneath—is my husband.” I unzip his pants and yank them down, revealing his bloodied cock.
“Alessia…” Astor says. I look over my shoulder and smirk. I twirl the blade around and slice through his dick. He screams out and I watch it as it falls onto the floor.
“Can you sit him up, please?” Astor yanks him up and I grab his balls and ram the knife through them both. He starts gagging and I squeeze his face so hard that when the vomit comes, he starts choking on it.
“Don’t fucking throw up on me, that’s rude.” I take the knife and jam it into his stomach.
“You know, I’m thinking back to that day and how your hands were wrapped around my neck so tight I had your hand print on me for days.” I look at Astor and his eyes go dark.
“I have this thing I’m really good at, it’s cutting off fingers. Wanna see?”
Miles groans and I pick up one of his fingers when the door to the warehouse flies open. The guys step in and Jay pouts his way over.
“He’s going to be dead before we get a turn, Lessia,” he says. I laugh and toss him the knife.
“I was just going to cut his fingers off. You can do the honors, if you do it painfully.” He rolls up the sleeves to his shirt and has a sinister smile on his face. Teagan replaces Astor and keeps Miles still as Jay slowly cuts through his fingers.
“Cauterize those wounds or he’ll bleed out before I get my turn,” Mikhail says standing in the back. “Justin grabs a blow torch and runs the flame over the cut on his stomach, the sizzled skin closing as Miles screams. Then he runs them over his balls.
“Well his dick is gone, soooo there’s no saving that. Pretty sure that stomach cut is deeper because the fucker is bleeding again. Might want to do what you want now,” Justin tells Mikhail.
Astor pulls me on his lap and sits in the chair as we watch his friends rip Miles apart.
And I mean actually rip him apart.
Mikhail fires up the chainsaw and starts with his arm, his screams are so loud that it echoes around the warehouse. I’m overwhelmed with the amount of anger I see seeping from Astor’s friends. They’re this angry for me, for what happened to me . That shows me that they are there for me. Whatever I need, they’ll be there. I matter to Astor and I matter to them.
Mikhail looks to me and I raise my eyebrows. All the guys are all covered in blood and I wish my friends were here to see their men in action. It’s fucking hot.
“Wanna do his head?” he asks. I turn to Astor and don’t realize that I’m pulling my fingers until he cups them in his.
“You got this. Breathe, ok?” I take a deep breath and stand up, walking over to Mikhail, grabbing the chainsaw from him. Miles is basically dead, his arms are severed off and his right leg is gone. There is blood everywhere and when I kick him, all he does is groan. The groan is so quiet that I know he’s seconds away from death.
“You don’t get to die until I kill you,” I spit at him. Then I take the chainsaw and slice it through his neck. His head falls on the floor and I began to shake profusely. Mikhail quickly snatches the chainsaw and my knees hit the floor.
Tears begin to cover my face and I feel free. I feel strong. I feel like me .
Astor’s arms are around me not even a second later. He pushes my bloody hair back and kisses my forehead.
“You did good, malyshka . You did so good. It’s over, he can never hurt you again.”
He wipes the tears from my face and stands me up. I turn to the guys and gather myself, looking at Miles’ head on the ground.
“Thank you, all of you. Truly,” I tell them. Justin walks up to me and lays his hand on my shoulder.
“You’re one of us, Lessia. We got you, always.”
“They fuck with you, they fuck with us,” Jay says as Mikhail nods his head.
“I’m ready to leave now,” I say, turning to Astor. He nods and look to the guys.
“Clean up crew will be here in a hour. No need to stay. I’m sure the girls are at home waiting up. Let’s fucking go.” They all file out after us, and when we get outside, I stop and look up at the sky as I release a breath and smile.
I finally feel free.