10. Alessandro
Ihate the way she is looking at me with those sapphire-blue eyes. The way her face softened when I told her it was my father who gave me the bruises, and I certainly hated the way she tenderly kissed them as if her lips alone could erase my father’s fists.
I hate her.
Yet, I want her.
Desperately.
And the thought that I had interrupted her with another man infuriates me, that she declares our love to the world in one breath while in another she is bringing home some male model to her bed. And I could see it on her face that she didn’t care if my temporary assistant sucked me off. I’m annoyed that I’m jealous, even though I’ll go to the grave and never say it aloud. Why then? She isn’t my wife, not truly. There is no love there, I don’t even know if there is lust, well, from her side anyway. Feeling her warmth underneath me, my legs pushing against hers has my body pulled tightly like a coil.
The gentle beat of her pulse against my hand tells me she isn’t scared about the position, and if that doesn’t turn me on even more, fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.
“We may be enemies, but I can care how your father treated you,” she eventually answers.
Fiorenzos aren’t supposed to care.
Her hand cups my bruised cheek. “I still hate you, if you need to hear that.”
I do as I stare down into those hypnotic sapphire-blue eyes. “I still hate you, and yet …” my breath comes out ragged as every muscle in my body tenses, “yet … I still want nothing more than to run my hand up under this dress and let my fingers slide into your cunt.”
Natalia gasps as her cheeks flush at my filthy words, and then the next thing I know, I feel her legs widen for me, those blue eyes never leaving mine. “Do it then,” she says. My brows pull together in confusion. “Don’t look at me like that, please, just … I need …” She doesn’t have to tell me twice as I leave my hand wrapped around her throat and move the other between her legs. My knuckles push aside her knickers and I find her wanting as I slide between her wet folds.
“You’re soaking for me,” I whisper in awe. She widens her legs for me and tiny moans fall from her lips as I continue to move against her slickness. Pushing a finger into her brings a moan to her lips, which vibrates against my hand, I push in another finger as her back arches, she is so ready for me. Was all our fighting from earlier getting her wet? It sure was getting me hard.
“More,” she pants as my fingers continue to glide inside her, my thumb slides across her clit, and she pants even harder. My hand tightens around her throat as fingers continue to work her over.
“Does my wife want more?”
Natalia bites her bottom lip and nods.
“You’re going to have to use your words, princess,” I ask her.
She huffs at my request, but then I watch as her mouth opens. “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me, hard.”
If that request isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Reluctantly, I pull my hand from her throat which pulls a whimper from her lips. Don’t worry, princess, I’ll put it back in a moment. Then with one hand, I quickly pull myself from my jeans and give my dick a couple of quick pumps, running my fingers over the glistening head to get myself ready for her. I nudge against her entrance. I don’t have time to remove her underwear as I coat my dick in her wetness before I slide ever so slowly into her. We both moan at the feeling, she’s so fucking tight around my cock, her cunt strangles it with every inch I slide into her. Once I’ve settled into her, my hand returns to her throat and a tiny hum vibrates against my skin as I start to pump into her. She closes her eyes as she opens for me, her dress bunched around her waist. I watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her, her nipples pebbling against the fabric. I lose myself to her warmth and heat as I continue to fuck her, hard, giving her what she wants. My fingers find her clit as I slowly tease her, feeling her constrict around me.
“Tighter, princess, fucking tighter.” I curse as she tightens around me, nearly cutting off the blood supply to my dick as I take her higher.
“Yes, yes.” She moans as my fingers work their magic on her clit, my thrusts continue in the perfect rhythm hitting deep inside her, and my hand tightens around her throat. I push her hips up with my own, hitting a different angle, and the next thing I know, she is panting, gasping as I sink deeper. “Yes, there, there, keep going, yes,” she screams as I give her everything she needs until her thighs start to shake and her fingers fist into the sheets beside us. “Harder, harder,” she hollers as I push her over the edge, and moments later, I follow her.
The sound of our labored breaths fills the room before silence falls between us. I look down at her, pushing back her hair from her face as my dick continues to twitch inside her. For a fleeting moment, everything else doesn’t matter.
“Get off me,” she says, pushing my chest hard. Reluctantly, I pull my dick out of her and still, she does the same thing as I watch myself slide out of her. Fucking hot. But I don’t think she wants me to say that now as her blue eyes turn to thunder as she stares at me. “You didn’t use protection.” What can I say, that was a major fuck up by me. I’ve never not used protection.
“You demanded that I fuck you, hard,” I tell her.
Her face turns red with embarrassment now that the lustful fog has vanished. “You trying to get me pregnant?”
“What? No, I would never do that.”
“You’re a Conti,” she bites back.
“Yes, but not a psychopath.”
“Same, same really.”
I stare at her for a moment. “I’m not the devil you know.”
“Could have surprised me.” She sneers.
“Why? Because I won’t annul our marriage?” I question her. She nods. “An opportunity arose, and I took it. I would never do something like that if it involved a baby. I’m not a monster.” She rolls her eyes at me. Even in this position with my cum sliding down her legs, she still acts like a fucking princess.
“I’m on the pill,” she adds. Thank fuck. The last thing I need is a Conti/Fiorenzo bambino running around. Then she points a finger at me. “If you think knocking me up will benefit the deal, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Never,” I reassure her.
Her eyes narrow on me as if not quite believing what I’m saying, but eventually she drops it. “I need a shower, I have to get all this mess off me.” She shudders as she glares at me.
I turn and start to make my way toward the bathroom as I need a shower, too.
“Um, excuse me,” she says, calling out from the bed, “you forgot something.” I stare at her and shrug, I have everything I need. “Me. You forgot me,” she says, holding out her arms. “I can’t walk unless you want to clean up the trail behind me.” This makes me smirk, the idea of her storming off to the bathroom in a huff, but with each step, the evidence of what we just did is there. “Pick me up will you,” she snips angrily at me, and the next thing I know, I’m scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
“Are you always this demanding after sex?” I ask her.
“I always use protection so I’ve never been in this situation before,” she adds.
This stills me.
“Are you saying I’m the first dick to have ever slid inside you bare?”
She slaps me and wiggles out of my arms. “You’re an asshole,” she explodes at me.
“Why? Because I asked a question?”
“It was the gleeful fucking tone in your voice that makes you an asshole,” Natalia sneers before slamming the door in my face.
She’s not wrong, the thought that I’m the only man who’s ever been inside Natalia Fiorenzo bare makes me hard. Fuck it’s hot. She’s the first woman you’ve gone bare with, too. This is true. I’m always so careful. Too many women think it’s an easy meal ticket, but with her, I didn’t even think, and I can’t blame it on the alcohol, I’m stone-cold sober. Guess there isn’t a chance of a round two as I stare at the white door to the bathroom. We could have gotten dirty again before getting clean. I look around the large suite and see there is another bathroom and head in there for a shower and freshen up.
I walk back out of the bathroom toward my suitcases as Natalia steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe.
“What are you still doing here?” she questions me.
“Getting ready for bed.”
“Where?”
“Here,” I answer.
“What do you mean here?”
“Don’t you think it would look odd that your husband isn’t staying with you?” I say, raising a brow at her. Her mouth falls open and she’s lost for words. I walk over and drop my towel which makes her gasp, but her eyes don’t leave my dick as I pull on my pajama bottoms.
“We are not sleeping in the same bed,” she declares.
“Why? Because your friend will get jealous?”
She stills as her brow pulls together and glares at me. “Friend?” she questions.
“The one you came home with,” I say, getting annoyed.
“You’re still going on about Dom?” she asks.
“Like I’ve said before, I don’t give a shit about who he is.” I storm over to the bed and pull the duvet back.
“What are you doing?” she questions me again.
“Getting into bed like I said I was,” I grumble, thumping the pillow a couple of times.
“Not with me you’re not,” she argues.
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m already here so go find another bed if you need to,” I say, turning on my side.
“This is my bed,” she stresses, coming around it as she tries to push me out. “Get out.” She hisses.
“No,” I argue back.
“This is my bed,” she says again.
“It’s our bed now. Remember, you’re the one who announced that to the world,” I remind her.
She stills, her hands are still on my bare skin, and it takes her a couple of moments to realize she’s touching me before she abruptly pulls her hands away.
“You’re an asshole.” Natalia huffs, and I can hear her making a ruckus as she stomps around the bedroom, but the next thing I know, the bed dips and she must be getting in.
“Night, princess, sleep tight.”
“Fuck you,” she sneers before rolling over and going to sleep.