Chapter 22 Alessio
ALESSIO
Everything seemed OK.
That was how I decided to label our lives and the current situation. Klaus found out Stefan was alive, and he was able to speak to him. Matteo and Sylar had more moments, which led Matteo to tell me it was time to tell Klaus that Fox was alive.
I did not know what game Sylar was playing, but whatever it was, he played it well.
I always assumed he got his intelligence and personality from his mother because Frank was as dry as an old shriveled pussy.
“You’re a million miles away,” Indigo said as we sat on her couch.
I’d found myself wandering to her each night I had time off.
Klaus was off collecting for Matteo, so it left me with an evening by myself, or rather, with Indigo.
I’d decided to return to her because I simply missed her.
I pushed everything else going through my mind out of it in the hope for a modicum of peace.
“I’m right here,” I said, offering her a quick smile.
“Liar.” She smiled back at me.
The girl was beautiful. Stunning, really. Hair black as pitch. Red, plump lips. Eyes so blue…
I looked away from her. I wondered if this was what it was like for Klaus and his woman. If he was drawn to her without answer on repeat, all the confusion at the feelings tumbling around making irritation rise like an ugly serpent.
The fact that she’d forgiven me for the things I’d done to her astounded me. I was not a man you forgave. At least I wasn’t now.
“Your father said he came to see you today,” I said.
She rolled her brilliant blue eyes. “Yes. He did. He complained about wanting me out of here, but I think I like it here. I rarely work, and really only have to if I want to. Honestly, I think he wants me out so he doesn’t stumble in on a night when I’m downstairs.”
I grunted at that.
Indigo served alcohol to the rich men here.
We had a hands-off establishment unless the women agreed to take the men up on their offers.
There were sex shows and various other things happening here, but Indigo did not participate.
Frank was livid when he realized she’d be here.
I guess it put a damper on his Saturday night because he was often one of the men in the crowd before Indigo arrived.
In the beginning of this place, Carmine had it run like the underground, where women were bought and paid for, and a night with them typically meant trauma. Matteo ended it the moment it was signed over to him to give to Dominic when he came of age.
Of course, everyone still thought it was run that way.
They learned fast, though. Some women were guilty and dealt with, like Macy Church.
Feeding information to Everett Church as an insider with the horsemen didn’t go well.
We never told the horsemen what we knew about the girl, but somehow Matteo found it in his heart to end the business she was in, and Klaus carried it out.
It was an ugly day, and Matteo had been out of his mind in many ways.
Luckily, he’d gotten better since. He came and went in that manner.
Macy was giving bits of the sugar recipe to Everett, and he was developing something from it.
Our intel said it was some bad medicine that could control people, steal memories, and render them paralyzed.
We’d rather that power be in the hands of the horsemen and not the damn underground.
At least the horsemen appeared to have some of their humanity left.
So Macy had to die. We knew Everett planned on offing her anyway and then doing unspeakable things to the body after, so really, we did her a favor.
“Your father loves you,” I said to Indigo.
“Right. I’m sure,” she muttered. “I don’t think he loves any of us. He just keeps making more, though.”
I had to agree on that. Frank was always fucking someone new. He had so many damn kids lying around the city that we stopped congratulating him and offered to pay for his vasectomy.
He’d declined, the prick.
Like the world needed more fatherless children. He really was the beginning of an epidemic.
“How is your brother?” I asked, wanting to change the subject from fucking Frank.
“Which one?” She raised her brows at me as she took a sip of her wine.
“Silas. I saw Sylar yesterday.”
“I have no idea. He’s in solitary confinement for sixty days right now. Guess he bit someone on the neck and tore out the guy’s jugular. Apparently, that’s frowned upon.”
I winced. I knew Silas had his issues, but I didn’t realize how bad they truly were. He was Indigo’s twin. Older than her by only minutes. I’d met him once, and it was enough. His eyes spoke his truth.
The boy was insane. More so than Sylar.
Silas had been sent to Stillwater Asylum and was still there.
Sylar at least got the ability to have some sense of freedom.
Of course, one got that when they knew how to work the system.
Sylar had been involved in the underground since he was a young boy.
The fact that he’d come out as well-adjusted as he had was a surprise.
If what he was could be called well-adjusted.
“Did the person Silas attack die?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “He never leaves people alive once he decides it’s their time. He said it’s his God complex.”
Sounded like a De Santis thing to say.
“And you? How are you? Truly, my dear.”
She shrugged. “I’m OK. I am. This wasn’t what I envisioned for my life, but I don’t hate it. It beats sleeping in a cold warehouse during the winter and being beaten by my foster dad.”
I hated that she’d hurt that way. I didn’t like to think about the first time I’d ever seen her. Her face had been littered with bruises and dried blood. The piece of shit that she was given to had probably beaten her everyday of her life with him.
She didn’t speak about it, and I didn’t ask.
“I wish I could take your hurt away,” I murmured as I gazed at her.
Her cheeks flushed pink. “It doesn’t matter. I always survive.”
“Life is about more than survival. You can’t live if all you’re doing is surviving.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d know what to do if I were out in the world.
Move into Dad’s second bedroom and try to have a relationship with him?
Maybe we’d make Christmas cookies together, and he’d remember my birthday.
” A sad look washed over her pretty face as she looked away from me.
I did not like her sadness. She was vibrant and perfect in every sense of the word, and deserved the world.
We did try to give it to her here, but there was only so much we could do.
Only so much that I could do, despite my gifts and company.
Instinctively, I reached out and cradled her face, making her long, dark lashes flutter.
The memory of what it felt like to tear away her virginity flashed into my mind.
I hated that’d I’d reacted the way I had. I’d lost it.
But that’s just how I was nowadays. It wasn’t an excuse. It was just me being the monster I’d become.
Yet, she still gave a damn about me.
That was honor. Loyalty. Devotion.
I would never overlook it.
I leaned in, not bothering to contemplate it more, and pressed my lips against hers.
Immediately, she parted her lips and allowed me to take control.
It was just another thing that made her so damn perfect.
I tugged her closer, deepening the kiss until she was raking her fingers through my hair, making me groan softly.
I wanted her, and wasn’t going to stop. I knew myself well enough by now to know that. If she didn’t want me, she’d have to say no.
I ran my hand up her bare thigh and under her skirt before navigating my way beneath her silk panties. My fingers brushed against her soft, bare cunt, her wetness letting me know she wanted whatever I’d give her.
All.
I’d fucking give it all to her.
I pushed her onto her back and kissed my way to her chest, pulling the straps of her dress down as I went so I could see her sexy as hell tits.
They slipped free, and I captured a hard nipple against my tongue, sucking hard.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair as I lavished both her tits.
I’d give Frank credit where it was due. His daughter was fucking beautiful.
I skimmed my finger up her wet pussy, making her whimper. I really liked the sound she made.
I pushed my finger forward, breaching her. Her back arched off the couch at my intrusion as I continued raining attention down on her tits.
This was so much better than our first time. Now, I could take my time.
I kissed down her chest and pushed her skirt up before pulling her panties off. Breathing out, I stared at her bare pussy.
“Tell me no, and I stop,” I said softly. “If you don’t want this, tell me.”
“I-I want this,” she whispered. “Please, Alessio.”
“I like the way you beg,” I murmured before I dove in and ate her pussy, my tongue lashing against her clit as I fucked her hole with a single finger. I wanted to insert two fingers, but she was insanely tight, and I wanted my cock to be what stretched her wide.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said, coming up and kissing her soft mound. “Let me eat, baby.”
Her legs fell open, and I dove back inside, lapping at her sweetness until she twisted her fingers in my hair. Her small body trembled as she came for me.
I ate her through one orgasm and straight into another. Her body went limp as I slowed and languidly licked at her pussy, collecting her on my tongue.
“You taste like heaven,” I said.
“Mm,” she said weakly, making me chuckle softly as I undid my pants and let my big cock spring out. I wasted no time stripping us both of all our clothing.
I was going to fuck her bare. Raw. And I was going to fill her little pussy with my load until I was dripping down her thighs for days.
I wanted her to be dirty and marked by me.
I pressed my cock to her pussy. Her eyes flew open, and she stared up at me.
“Tell me what you need to say because after this, you’ll only be able to scream,” I said.
“Fuck me,” she rasped. “Please, Alessio. I want you to fuck me.”
She didn’t need to say another word. I pushed forward, slipping my cock deeply into her body, delicious inch by delicious inch, as she clung to me, her soft whimpers music to my ears.
“Can you take all of my cock, my darling girl?”
“Y-Yes,” she choked out.
I smiled at that and pushed in deeper until our pelvises met.
I stared down at her and cradled her face without moving.
“I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” I whispered. “I’m inclined to keep you.”
“Promise?” Her voice shook.
I pulled out and pushed back in, groaning softly at how hot and tight she was.
“Yes,” I husked out against her soft lips. “I’m claiming you. You’re mine, Indigo.”
She cried out as I moved faster, hammering away deep inside her. Her nails tore into my back, making me even more feral as I let out a snarl and fucked her harder.
I knew I was hurting her, but fuck, I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her like this. Weak for me. Weak beneath me. Mine. Mine. MINE.
Maybe I was a little obsessed, but her pussy wasn’t making it any easier on me.
She cried out as she came, her body shaking beneath me, her back arched, and her tits pressed against my chest.
“Again,” I commanded roughly against her throat. “Come for me again.”
And she did. Over and over until she was so weak and limp that she tiredly clung to me.
“You take me so good,” I said against her lips as I snapped my hips forward. “This is good pussy, baby.”
I fucked harder. Deeper. She came again, dampening us further.
Fuck, could she come.
“Tell me I can come,” I said in a rough voice against her lips. “Tell me I deserve it.”
“Please, come for me, Alessio. I want you to come for me. You deserve it.”
Her words were my undoing.
I unloaded deep inside her pussy as she came with me one final time.
“Fucking God, baby,” I groaned out, my cock pulsing with each spurt I shot into her.
I slowed to a stop, both of us breathing heavily.
She reached out and gently ran her fingers through my dark hair.
“Alessio?”
“Hmm?” I murmured, my forehead pressed to hers as I stayed buried deep inside her in post-fucked bliss.
“I-I love you.” Her words were so soft that had I not been so close to her lips, I may not have heard them.
I tensed as they met my ears.
“Princesses should not love monsters,” I said thickly, my voice holding a waver to it. “This was a quick fuck. Nothing more.”
Her bottom lip wobbled, and a tear slid down her cheek.
GODDAMN IT.
I pulled out of her and quickly put on my clothes. She didn’t move. She lay naked on the couch, tears streaming down her cheeks, and my come trickling from her freshly fucked pussy.
I was angry.
Why the hell did she need to say those words to me? Didn’t she know I was incapable of saying such things back to her? But damnit…
FUCK.
I got up and walked to the door.
“You’re just going to leave?” She called out, sniffling.
“Yes,” I answered softly as I put my hand on the doorknob. “It’s what monsters do, darling.”
And with those words and all the pain and regret in the world, I opened the door and walked out, hating myself all while praying to my dead wife for the ache in my chest.