Chapter 27 #2
I cup her chin, gently forcing her to look up so she can see the absolute certainty in my eyes.
"See, Sienna? Sometimes family treats you like absolute shit. But that’s okay.
That is a reflection on them, on their own failures and malice.
It is not on you. Understand me? You have me now.
I’ll take care of you. Massimo will never be able to touch you or hurt you, ever again. "
A single, soul-crushing tear slips out of her eye, tracking down her cheek. Before I can wipe it away, she flings her arms around my neck, clinging to me with a desperate, fierce intensity.
"Alessandro," she chokes out, her voice thick with emotion but ringing with an unbreakable promise. "You have me too. Always. I’m your family now."
Her words absolutely wreck me.
For a man who was cast aside, who grew up believing he was meant to be entirely alone in the dark, hearing her claim me as her family tears down every single wall I have ever built.
It cuts straight through the armor of the Don, leaving me completely exposed to the terrifying, beautiful realization that I am no longer fighting this war by myself.
I know I’m just meant to comfort her, to be the unyielding rock she needs right now, but I can’t help myself.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. It’s meant to be a simple kiss.
Just a tender brush of reassurance to feel her warmth and assure myself that she’s really here, whole and safe in my arms.
But the moment our lips touch, it completely shifts.
Sienna gasps into my mouth, her fingers tangling tightly into the hair at the back of my head, and she kisses me back with a sudden, desperate intensity. Any remaining boundaries between us melt away into the dark.
We kiss deeply, our tongues running against each other in a fierce, breathless rhythm, while our hands frantically claw at any piece of clothing we can find.
She’s wearing a soft silk pajama set, and I slowly work the material down her shoulders, peeling it off of her piece by piece, without ever breaking the contact of our lips. My palms slide over her soft curves, worshiping the feeling of her hot, bare skin beneath my touch.
Just as I get her completely naked, her own hands slide down the waistband of my sweatpants, shoving them down my legs without pulling away from the heat of our kiss for even a single second.
When her fingers wrap directly around my cock, the sheer, sudden friction makes my vision go completely white. I almost lose it and come right there. A ragged, animalistic groan rips from my throat into her mouth, and I have to forcefully pull away before I completely disgrace myself.
I try to shift, to take control back like I always do, but Sienna presses her hands firmly against my shoulders, pushing me back into the sheets. "Alessandro, let me."
My protective instincts instantly flare, and I start to refuse. She is the one who just woke up screaming from a nightmare. She is the one who needs comforting, not me. I'm supposed to be her shield, not the one doing the taking.
But she shakes her head, her jaw set with a fierce, beautiful determination. The pressure of her hands mounts as she firmly pushes against my weight again, pinning me down.
"Lie down, Alessandro," she whispers, her voice an absolute, unyielding command.
I give in, letting my back sink completely against the bed.
The moment I submit, she leans over me. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, sucking it hard enough that I know it’ll leave a dark mark. I gasp, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as her mouth trails a burning path down to my chest.
She finds my nipples, swirling her tongue around them before sucking them into her warm mouth. A sharp, undone sound escapes my lips. My hips instinctively twitch upward, my hands leaving the sheets to bury themselves in her hair.
Her mouth keeps moving down, mapping the hard lines of my stomach, kissing her way past my navel and down to my inner thighs.
The soft brush of her breath against my skin makes my entire body shudder.
I have never, in my entire life, been this exposed.
I have never been this vulnerable with anyone else.
I am the Don. I am the one who commands, the one who inflicts pleasure or pain.
But tonight, for some reason I can't even begin to comprehend, I am completely enjoying the surrender.
I am still trying to process the sheer, terrifying weight of letting her see me like this when she leans up and wraps her wet lips right over the bulbous head of my cock.
The thought instantly shatters. My entire brain goes completely empty, wiped clean of strategy, shadows, and war, replaced by nothing but pure, blinding pleasure. The world outside this bedroom ceases to exist.
She sucks my cock with a desperate, heavy hunger, her throat wrapping tightly around me, and it is easily the most intense, pleasurable thing I have ever felt in my life.
White-hot heat surges straight to my gut, and my hands instantly wrap in her hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands. Every instinct screaming inside my head tells me to take control, to grip her face and ruthlessly push myself into her mouth, to claim the pleasure exactly how I want it.
But I force myself to hold back. I anchor my hands at the base of her neck, gently holding her, and as much as I want to lose my mind and thrust into her, I don't. I let her find the rhythm herself.
I let her guide us, listening to the soft, wet sounds filling the dark room, riding the agonizingly perfect wave of pleasure she is completely orchestrating.
She sucks for another brutal, agonizing minute until the pressure in my groin builds into a roaring tidal wave. I’m seconds away from coming right in her mouth, the control slipping completely out of my hands.
Before I can cross the point of no return, I grip her waist, pull myself out of her warmth, and roll us over in one fluid, heavy motion. In a second, the tables are turned, and her back is pinned firmly against the mattress beneath me.
Sienna lets out a frustrated, needy groan, her hips arching off the bed as she looks up at me with dark, blown-out pupils. "Alessandro, come on..."
I don’t respond. I don't give her a single word. Instead, I lower my head and ruthlessly suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp.
She screams into the quiet bedroom, her fingers clawing frantically at my back, burying her nails into my skin. "Alessandro! I want you inside me, please... please."
Ignoring her pleas for just a moment longer, my hand travels slowly down the smooth line of her stomach, tracking the heat of her skin until my fingers slip between her thighs to touch her.
She is so fucking wet for me, dripping and completely unraveled.
I pull my hand back up, locking eyes with her in the dark as I deliberately lick her sweet taste off my fingers.
Sienna whimpers, pushed past her absolute limit. Reaching down between our tangled bodies, she grips my cock with a trembling hand and lines the swollen head directly up to the entrance of her heat.
I don't wait another second. I lean my weight forward and push myself all the way inside her in one deep, possessive stroke. We both groan together, a raw, united sound of pure, overwhelming relief vibrating through the dark.
Our movement is soft and deeply sensual. There is no rush, no anger, just the quiet intensity of two people holding onto each other in the dark. I move inside her with slow, heavy strokes, burying myself deep within her warmth while our mouths melt together in a long, breathless kiss.
We hold each other tight, our chests pressed flush against one another, feeling the frantic, synchronized hammering of our hearts.
With the sheer emotional weight of the night hanging over us, it’s no surprise that neither of us lasts long. The friction builds rapidly, a sweet, agonizing heat that takes over my lower stomach until I lose the rhythm completely.
Sienna cries out into my mouth, her body clamping down around mine in a tight, pulsing release, and the sensation shatters the last of my restraint. I grunt, driving deep into her one final time as my own climax tears through me, hot and completely undoing.
As we finally come down from our high, our breathing ragged in the quiet bedroom, I don't pull away. I roll to the side, taking her with me, and hold her tight against my chest. The sheer depth of my feelings for this woman completely overwhelms me, settling behind my ribs like a permanent weight.
I fucking hate Massimo Caruso. The bastard is a monster, and I would kill him in a heartbeat without an ounce of regret for what he did to her. But as I look down at Sienna resting peacefully against my chest, her hand curled over my heart, a dark, undeniable truth hits me.
The only reason I would ever tolerate the fact that the man breathes is because he gave me Sienna. Out of all the blood, betrayal, and darkness in my world, she is the only good thing in my life. And I will burn the entire city to the ground before I let anyone take her away from me.