Chapter 27
SIMEON
Iroll back on my heels and stare in wonder as Alice breaks. Her entire body is shaking, and her eyes are bright and wild with beauty.
She is a goddess and it’s as if I’m witnessing a true miracle as she lies open before me, bound for my pleasure.
However, the pleasure is obviously hers as she gives into the sensation, loving the experience, loving what I did to her, what only I have done to her, and it causes possession to flare inside me.
It’s as if she is my discovery and I want to keep her for myself in my private collection. Nobody must look, touch, or covet what’s mine because she is the Holy Grail I have been searching for all my life.
I am a man who likes to control but doesn’t desire. That has changed now. I desire Alice more than I have anything, and I wonder about that.
I have an incredible need to join the party and shift on my knees before her. Pressing my cock into the sweet juices that are flowing, gripping her hair and pushing in hard.
Her eyes open in shock as I pump inside her, determination in the set of my jaw as I remind her that I’m part of this.
“Fuck, Simeon.”
She can’t touch me; I like that. It’s as if I am claiming her with her full blessing, even though she doesn’t have the ability to push me away.
Her open legs allowing me more access, deeper entry into paradise.
Her cunt is soft, inviting and still throbbing from her orgasm and as I sweep through her pleasure, it increases mine.
Her eyes are bright, her lips slanted in a smile, and the connection between us hot and intimate.
It’s as if we are alone in the world, in this silent house in the middle of nowhere. Fucking like animals, intent on only one thing: pleasure.
She may have been the instigator of this, and I bend to her will to some degree, but I am the master of her.
I always will be, and knowing we are married only adds to the pleasure.
I get my entire life to do this if I treat her right.
I’m an animal for sure, but I won’t force her to stay.
I’m not her father. I’m not even a man like him, and if she only says the word, she will be allowed to leave on the understanding that there will be no repercussions.
If anything, that causes me anxiety, and as I stare deeply into her eyes, I am struggling to create order in this situation. I have never wanted to keep anyone so badly before, and its uncertain territory.
Her eyes open and the soft pleasure in them cause me to smile softly and a moment of intimacy passes between us, bringing us closer than sex ever can.
My orgasm hits hard, and all the while I stare at her beautiful face as I come undone, tension sliding from my shoulders. I can’t remember when I last felt so free. My heart pumping as fast as my cum, long steady ropes of it filling her womb.
Possession is only part of the attraction; it’s deeper than that. If anything, she is the one in control of me now because if I do or say anything to cause her pain, it manifests greater in me.
“Simeon.”
Her soft voice wraps me in pleasure as she whispers, “That was amazing. Is it always so–” She sighs, a dreamy expression on her face.
“So what?”
I murmur against her lips, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down softly, causing her to moan.
“So exquisite.”
Her words remind me she’s a lady, not the usual whores I use, and my heart feels as if it’s wrapped in cotton candy, and I tighten my hold.
“No, baby, it’s never this exquisite.”
“You didn’t like it.”
A moment’s doubt creeps into her voice, and I answer roughly, “Previous sex doesn’t even come close to how good it is with you.”
“Is that a fact?”
Her soft chuckle makes me smile, and as I wrap my arms around her, I bury my face in her freshly washed hair and wait for my heart rate to go down.
I am fighting more than my demons now. My enemies or my father.
I am fighting my desire for one woman who appears to be a master burglar and has cracked open the safe I keep my heart in and is dismantling it from the inside.
It must be one hour later before we move to the terrace, the fireflies putting on a good show tonight. Jack is nowhere to be seen, and the food he ordered is covered, and yet so tempting I could eat it all myself.
Alice sighs with contentment as we sit in a comfortable chair, side by side, feeding one another tasty treats from our plates as we gaze over the vista, shrouded by the shadows and highlighted in parts by the moon.
“This is what I consider romantic.”
She smiles as the flames from the candles flicker in the breeze.
“I’ve never been romantic baby. It may shock you to learn that.”
She nudges me, and her impish smile lights my world. Reaching out, I cup her face and whisper, “How did we get here?”
“Fear, greed, revenge, and circumstance, I’m guessing.”
A sweet smile accompanies her words, and then she whispers softly, “But desire will keep us here. Familiarity, companionship, and a business contract.”
I nod, kissing her sweet lips, not really caring that she states facts. When I pull away, I say nonchalantly, “Well, I’ll take all the above because I never realized how pleasurable it would be to kidnap a woman and make her my wife. If I had, I would have done it years ago.”
I wink and she giggles, snuggling up beside me, her sweet voice wafting around us in the soft breeze.
“I never imagined life like this when I was in the convent. To be honest, at school and at home, I never had this freedom, despite the fact that you coerced me into marrying you.”
“Coerced.” I grin. “I kind of like that idea, but baby, you had a choice in the matter, and I didn’t sugarcoat it. What you see is what you get, and I will not pretend otherwise.”
We fall silent, merely enjoying the solitude. It’s been a crazy few days, and I am done with it. I am aching for home and for everything to be where it belongs, with one important addition. Alice.
The thought of bringing her home with me as my wife thrills me.
She will sleep in my bed, be there when I wake, and I will fall asleep in her raw pussy.
I will not tire of fucking my wife, and what happened upstairs is a mere taste of the depravity I have planned for her.
But now, here in Milan, on our honeymoon, it’s just the two of us against the world.
“What happens now?”
She reminds me that we are not safe yet and have the added distraction of the mysterious keys.
“We should fetch the keys.”
“We have to go back there?”
She pulls away with a sudden start, and the anxiety in her expression is surprising.
“Don’t you want to?”
‘“No.” She shakes her head. “I couldn’t look Sister Agatha in the eye after, well, um, what I’ve done.”
“She’s not God, angel. She can’t conjure up a vision of your shame.”
“I’m not ashamed.”
Her fierce glare raises another smile, and she huffs, “It’s just, well, I can’t, so deal with it.”
Our fingers tangle together, and I raise them to my lips and kiss her wedding ring.
“Then we will find another way to retrieve the keys. Leave it with me.”
She nods, gratitude in her smile, and as she settles back beside me, I reach for my phone.
It’s me. Is the dove in the cage yet?
I press send, wondering if contacting my brother Joseph mid mission is allowed. We never do in case our phones are tapped, and yet this is too important to let slide.
His response is immediate.
No, there’s been a setback. I can’t talk.
I gaze at my phone with frustration. Joseph has been instructed to escort the last remaining sister to London and seduce and marry, much the same as me and my brother Julius.
Three brothers, three sisters and two dynasties merging to make an unbreakable one. If there is a problem on his end, we are all fucked because Tiffany Zaferelli is the key to the entire operation being a success.
I say nothing to Alice because she doesn’t need to know of any problems, and she whispers, “Is everything okay?”
“Of course.”
My mind races as it seeks to reassure her, and as I tighten my hold, I wonder if this will all work out.
There is a lot at stake, and we are not home yet; anything can happen, and I can’t rest on my laurels until it’s mission accomplished.
The girls are still in danger all the time their stepmother is lurking in the shadows, and from what I know about Morgan Sorcusi, she is definitely at home there.
My mind is racing and I really need to speak to Jack, but I am reluctant to ruin this special time with Alice.
I dash out one last text in the hope of passing the problem onto someone else, and as I lean back in my chair with my arm firmly around my woman, I attempt to savor the moment and forget about the mess we’re in.