12. Alessio #2
I grab her hand, my fingers lacing tightly through hers, and drag her away from the panoramic windows.
I ignore the confused glances of the elite attendees, pulling her through the sprawling ballroom with purposeful, unrelenting strides.
I navigate the maze of corridors leading away from the main event, finding a secluded hallway housing the opulent, private washrooms reserved for the VIP guests.
I push the heavy oak door open, dragging Caterina inside the sprawling, marble-tiled sanctuary before locking the deadbolt with a definitive click.
The bathroom is a masterpiece of luxury, featuring gold fixtures and expansive mirrors, but I do not care about the aesthetics. I back her up until her spine hits the cool, imported tiles of the furthest stall, my hands already grasping the luxurious fabric of her emerald gown.
"You think you can issue commands and walk around looking like a goddess without facing the consequences?" I growl, kissing her with a desperate, starving ferocity. I swallow her breathless moan, my tongue parting her lips to taste the champagne and the intoxicating flavor of her submission.
I bunch the expensive silk in my fists, hiking the material up her thighs until it bunches around her hips, exposing the fact that she obeyed my command from earlier in the week regarding what to wear under her dresses.
She is completely bare beneath the gown, a magnificent, flawless canvas of pale skin offered exclusively to me.
I drop to my knees on the pristine tile, parting her legs, my eyes drinking in the glistening, swollen proof of her arousal.
"You are so responsive for me," I praise her, pressing my mouth directly against her slick center.
Caterina cries out, her hands flying back to brace against the tiled wall, her fingers curling against the grout as my tongue lashes against her most sensitive nerves.
She tastes like honey and overwhelming desire, and I devour her with a ruthless, singular focus, ensuring she understands exactly who possesses the power to make her unravel.
She thrashes against the wall, her hips bucking forward, begging me in fractured, breathless syllables to stop the torment and fill the aching void.
I stand up, unfastening my trousers with frantic, impatient motions. I free my rigid, aching length, gripping her hips to lift her slightly off the floor. "Wrap your legs around my waist," I instruct, guiding her thighs around my hips, pinning her firmly against the cool stone.
She wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to my shoulders as I align our bodies.
I do not hesitate, driving myself inside her with a fast, brutal thrust that buries me to the hilt.
The stretch is magnificent, a searing, perfect fit that forces a guttural groan from my chest. I set a frantic, punishing pace, slamming her against the tile with every thrust, prioritizing friction and raw, unfiltered passion over romance.
The sound of our bodies colliding reverberates obscenely in the luxurious bathroom, a filthy, degrading symphony that fuels the fire raging between us.
"Look at me," I demand, my hands gripping her waist, bruising the soft flesh to mark my territory. "Tell me who owns this."
"You," she sobs, her nails biting into the fabric of my tuxedo jacket, her head falling back to expose her beautiful throat. "Only you, Alessio."
I bite the curve of her shoulder, tasting her skin, driving my hips forward with increasing, chaotic desperation.
I want to imprint myself on her soul, to ensure that every time she closes her eyes, she feels the uncompromising reality of my claim.
She tightens around me, her inner muscles clamping down with a crushing, devastating force that triggers the cascade of her climax.
She shatters beautifully, her screams muffled against the collar of my shirt, her body bowing against the tile as the intense waves of pleasure wreck her system.
Her release drags me right over the edge. I grunt, burying myself as deeply as possible, emptying my climax inside her with a series of shuddering, violent thrusts. My forehead drops against her shoulder, my breathing ragged and completely out of sync, the adrenaline slowly ebbing from my veins.
I carefully lower her feet back to the floor, my hands smoothing the expensive silk of her emerald gown back down her thighs.
Her face is beautifully flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes shining with a chaotic, magnificent satisfaction.
I brush a stray lock of raven hair behind her ear, incredibly mesmerized by the woman who managed to tame the beast inside me simply by surrendering to the fire.
"You look like you just got thoroughly fucked in a public restroom," I tease her softly, kissing the tip of her nose.
Caterina offers a wicked, breathless laugh, adjusting her diamond choker and repairing her smeared lipstick in the massive mirror.
"I am standing next to the most terrifying enforcer in Boston.
I think the other guests will simply assume my flushed complexion is a natural reaction to your intimidating presence. "
I adjust my clothing, making sure my tuxedo jacket is properly aligned, before offering her my arm. We unlock the heavy oak door and step back out into the corridor, returning to the opulent ballroom with our secrets hidden perfectly beneath a facade of aristocratic grace.