Alessandro
Fuck. I can’t believe how unbelievably erotic it is to watch my dick disappear into Isabella’s mouth. It’s not like I’ve never had a blow job before. But fuck… my dick is on fire.
“That’s it… umm… so good… do you like sucking my cock?”
“Mmmhmm.” Her voice vibrates around my shaft, and holy hell, I nearly come right then.
I grip her silky hair tighter as if that is the only thing keeping tethered. As I watch my innocent wife, suck and lick and bring me to the edge of oblivion, pressure wells in my chest. It feels like a yearning and it’s uncomfortable.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not the sex, I always knew we'd have that, but these feelings in my chest that come more frequently just from her entering a room or when she challenges me with that sharp tongue of hers.
It’s becoming too difficult to deny. I'm becoming invested. Emotionally compromised.
Her fingers brush over my balls, and I nearly come out of my skin. “Fuck.” I push her back.
She falls back on her heels, looking up at me in worry. “Did I do it wrong—”
I grip her arms and haul her up onto my desk. “No. You did it right. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
She still looks uncertain.
I cradle her face in my hands. “You sucked my dick perfectly. But I want to come in that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her smile is sweet, like I’ve given her a gift.
“Now open up for me.” I push her legs open so I can get a good look at her pussy. It’s wet and waiting just for me.
I take my dick in hand and rub the tip through her juices.
“Oh!” She gasps, her head falling back.
“You like that?” I watch her face as I tease her pussy with my dick.
“Yes… More.”
“More what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
I press only the tip in and stop. “Like that?”
“More.” Her hips rock, trying to get more of me.
“Say it,” I demand.
Her gaze finds mine. “Fuck me.”
Oh, hell, yeah. I reward her by slamming into her, filling her sweet pussy.
“Yes… Alessandro… ”
Hearing my name as I fill her body sends that uncomfortable feeling through my chest again. But I ignore it as I grip her hips and begin to move in and out of her, fucking her on my desk.
It occurs to me that I’ve never had a woman besides my sister in this office. I’ve certainly never fucked one on my desk. And yet here I am, plunging in and out of her when any one of my men—hell, Adriano—could walk in.
Her legs wrap around my waist. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m on the edge of coming, but I don’t want to go over until she does.
“Touch yourself,” I demand.
Her brow furrows as if she doesn’t know what I’m asking.
“Touch your clit, baby.”
Her cheeks flush even more as she slowly moves her hand down her belly.
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Well… I mean… not in front of someone.”
I thrust in and hold myself inside her, a feeling of excitement over the idea that she has touched herself. “Did you think of someone when you made yourself come?”
She bites her lower lip.
My dick twitches. “Who. Who did you imagine fucking you?”
“You.”
Oh, fuck yeah. “Show me. Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her fingers rub over her clit. Her head drops back again. Her hips gyrate. I hold myself inside her, not moving.
“Make yourself come, baby.”
Her breathing becomes harsher. Her moans grow closer together. Her pussy is pulsing around my cock and I’m about to explode, but using every bit of strength I have, I hold back.
“Oh! Oh!” Her body goes taut. Her pussy squeezes around my cock until I see stars. But again I hold back, watching her as pleasure washes through her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
It’s only as she comes down that I begin to move. Slow, but steadily building steam until I’m pistoning in and out of her like a mad man. My dick is hard and in need of release so badly, it’s almost painful. Electricity tingles through my body in anticipation.
Isabella falls back, lying on my desk as I fuck her harder, harder, deeper and deeper.
She moves her hand down between us, her fingers pressing against the side of my cock as I drive into her.
Holy fuck. It’s like I’ve stuck my cock into a light socket.
I thrust in and my world detonates. Every cell in my body fires with wild heat.
Pleasure rockets through my body. I buck, driving in and out of her as my orgasm blasts through me.
“Oh… Alessandro.” Her pussy tightens around me as she comes again.
My cum fills her body, drips from her pussy, and yet I’m still coming.
I have no idea how long I drive into her. When I finish, I can’t feel my fucking legs. I manage to take her with me as I fall back into my chair, pulling her into my lap.
“Is this what you planned when you interrupted me at work?” I ask between breaths that are taking a long time to return to normal.
“If the teddy didn’t give it away… ”
I laugh.
“I know work is important. I just wanted to help you take a break.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her shoulder, once again trying to ignore the feelings that are trying to settle in my chest.
Is this how it was for my brothers? I never understood how two strong men could succumb to a woman’s charm. How they’d risk all the potential pain that comes with being vulnerable.
I think of Adriano and Eva, how their story nearly destroyed him.
I watched my brother fall apart when he thought Eva had died, saw him rebuild himself into something harder, colder, deadlier.
Then I witnessed his world shatter again when he discovered she'd been alive all along, that she'd lied, betrayed him in ways I can't imagine enduring.
Yet somehow, they found their way back to each other. Adriano forgave her. He loves her, perhaps more fiercely than before. They have a kid and a second one on the way.
Could I do the same? Could I separate Isabella from the name she was born with? The thought of her betrayal cuts deep, a sure sign that I’m in too deep with her.
I've never been the brother who wears his heart on his sleeve. I've watched Adriano, Luca, even Valentina surrender to love while I remained emotionally locked away.
But with Isabella curled naked in my lap, I’m beginning to understand why they risked everything for moments like this. Not just sexual gratification, but a deeper connection. To be seen for who they are and still be loved.
I study Isabella, wondering how this thing between us came to be when I’d been adamant that this would be business only.
Tonight isn’t the only night she’s come to me, although it’s the first time she’s come to seduce me.
She’s brought me meals when I don’t make it to dinner.
Coffee when I need to stay up late. She’s a perfect wife.
If only I could get rid of the kernel of doubt about her loyalty.
My phone buzzes on the desk, dragging me from my thoughts. Isabella shifts against me as I reach for it.
“You need to get to work.” She rises and slips her teddy and robe back on, much to my disappointment.
I check my phone to find a text from Adriano with another lead on the warehouse attacks. The ones I tasked Marco with solving, but I don’t have faith or trust that he will.
Isabella laughs. "I think we've made quite a mess of your important documents, Don Dante."
I glance at the chaos surrounding us. Papers strewn across the floor, a pen halfway to the door, the cupcake crumbling under my desk. The sight of my meticulously organized office in disarray should bother me. Instead, I laugh.
"Worth it," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Let me help you organize this before someone sees." She begins gathering papers and desk items.
My phone buzzes with a text again. Adriano needs an answer about what to do with a witness.
I step away from my desk, sending a message to keep the witness on ice and that I’ll call him shortly.
When I turn back, Isabella is picking up papers and straightening them in a stack on my desk.
"Leave it," I say, fixing my clothes.
"At least let me help with these contracts. I recognize them from yesterday. They're the shipping manifests from Sicily, right?"
I move to take the papers from her hands. "Isabella, you don't need to worry about this side of things. I don't want you involved in—"
“Why did you let Valentina?”
“I don’t let Valentina do anything.” It’s true Valentina had much more involvement in the family business than is usually allowed in a family like ours. But she’d butted her way in long before I became Don. But now she’s Cristian and Luca’s problem, not mine.
“I could be helpful.”
I study her, wondering what she thinks she can do. She’s already told me she doesn’t know anything about her father’s business.
“You have been helpful. You brought me a cupcake and rocked my world.”
She rolls her eyes. “I can do more.”
“I’m sure you can, but… ” I don’t want to hurt her, but neither am I ready to let her into the business. Her mentioning the Sicily contracts is a little disconcerting as it is.
“Fine. I get it. Men’s work.” She shakes her head. “I guess this is all I’m good for.”
“I respect you, Isabella.”
“My body.”
“And your brain. But I also like order. Tradition. That could change, but it won’t overnight. It won’t right now.”
“Fine.” She pulls her robe tighter around her and I feel like she’s punishing me. "I should let you get back to work.”
When she starts to leave, I tug her back toward me. “Keep the bed warm.”
“Why? Will you be using it?”
I give her a friendly shake. “You like being obstinate, don’t you?”
“Sometimes. You like it too, don’t you?”
I kiss her then, hard and thoroughly so she feels it to her toes and forgets to be annoyed at me. When I pull away and I see the cloud of desire in her eyes, I know I’ve succeeded.
“You don’t play fair,” she says.
“Says the woman who came to my office in lingerie and sucked my cock with my door unlocked.”
She gives me a flirty smile and then leaves my office.
I stare at the empty doorway and I’m hit with the urge to follow her. To hell with work and responsibility and the empire that demands my constant attention.
If it were only just me who’d suffer. No. Too many people, including her, need me to be on top of everything, all the time.
So I move back to my desk, wondering how Isabella has seeped into places inside me when I don’t want her there. At the same time, I don’t want to push her out.
I’d had a vision of what this marriage would be and it’s turning out differently. But it’s not necessarily bad. I don’t see us having what my siblings do, but we could form a solid partnership that has friendship and passion.
But to do that, I need to trust her. I need to know her loyalty is one hundred and ten percent with me.
I reflect on our time together so far, and I have to concede that she hasn’t done anything to warrant my distrust. Yes, there’s the whisky incident, but she’s right in that it was likely Enrico.
Even if he used her, I doubt she knew what was in the bottle.
I don’t see Isabella knowingly killing me or my men.
I scrape my hands over my face as I attempt to refocus on work. And when I’m done, I’m going to climb into bed with my wife. I’m going to touch her and taste her and make her declare her loyalty to me. And when I’m satisfied that she’s truly mine, I’ll make her my queen.