Chapter 20 #2
I can feel the way he’s tensed up at my side. He’s slipped effortlessly back into his role of Mafia consigliere.
“None,” Lucky reassures him. “I know how to lose a tail in thirty seconds. I missed my calling as a professional race car driver.”
“Maybe in your next life,” Alessio quips, then turns to me. “Isla, meet Camilla and Bianca, our sisters. Girls, this is Isla. She’s best friends with Priest’s wife Luna, her maid of honor, and the current cat sitter for our resident ball of fur, Cid.”
I notice that he doesn’t bother introducing his mother. Camilla is the one with about an inch on her twin’s height, so I make a mental note of that.
“Nice to meet you,” I say with as bright a smile as I can manage, given the fact that we’re in a subterranean bunker to avoid the lethal Russian mobsters who may or may not be trying to kill us all.
I even manage a wave in his mother’s direction, not wanting to be rude. The girls greet me with a chorus of hellos.
“Isla, this is our mother,” Lucky adds in, giving Alessio a look. “Antonella Rossi.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Isla,” Antonella says softly.
She doesn’t look like I’d picture a Mafia wife looking. No teased hair, no gold hoops dangling from her ears or chains at her neck. She’s understated and sophisticated, and it’s easy to see why she has such beautiful children. The woman herself is gorgeous.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” I tell her.
Alessio tenses up even more but doesn’t speak to Antonella directly. Instead, he turns to Lucky. “You can put her in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Bianca and Camilla will be next door and across the hall. Give them the rundown on how this place works.”
Lucky nods. “Got it. Mom, Bianca, Camilla, follow me.”
So he calls Antonella Mom, and Alessio refuses to acknowledge her existence or even refer to her as his mother? Hmm. Interesting.
Camilla flashes me a smile. “See you in a bit, I guess?”
“Yes,” I respond, even though I’m not sure if I will see her.
I don’t know what Alessio expects of me, and it’s obvious that he’s very raw where his mother is concerned.
This must all still be a lot for him to process.
He’s had a major shock of surprise half sisters and the return of his mother after so many years, and then on top of things, the Bratva have been waging a Mafia war in Priest’s absence.
He’s got a lot on his shoulders right now. I don’t want to be one more burden or source of stress.
He waits until Lucky and his sisters and Antonella are safely down the hall and ensconced in what will be Antonella’s room before tugging me by the hand toward his bedroom.
“What are we doing?” I ask breathlessly as I struggle to keep up with his long-legged strides.
“We’re getting the fuck out of here the only way we can.”
He pulls me into his bedroom and kicks the door closed behind us.
Then he’s on me in the next breath, pinning me to the door, kissing me like he’s starved for me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back with equal abandon, the desperation that’s been kept at bay all day long finally bursting free.
So much has happened, but all I want to think about is Alessio.
And Cid.
Shit. I have to think about Luna’s fur baby too.
I move my head to the side, but Alessio is unfazed. His lips find my throat instead.
“What about Cid?” I manage. “I’m not even sure where he is.”
“He’s down here somewhere.” Alessio sucks on my neck the way he did in St. Thomas, and I’m dead.
My clit pulses in response.
“Couldn’t have gotten lost,” he croons.
“But he might be lonely.” My willpower is lessening by the second. Soon, it’ll be nothing but smoke, gone up in flames.
“He has four new people to spoil him. Let him be their problem for now,” he growls against my skin. “He can hide under a chair and pounce on Antonella’s ankles.”
His hands are on my hips, cradling them in a possessive way that melts me and makes me forget that we’ve both just unloaded some heavy shit on each other, between my past and his mother. I try to respond, but I’m finding it difficult to process anything other than the lust raging through me.
“Fuck, do you know how bad I want you right now?” he whispers, licking the hollow behind my ear.
Oh God. My nipples are hard, and as I shift against him restlessly, I can feel how soaked my panties are. Just from a few kisses and his mouth on my throat. He glides his hand under my shirt, flattening it on my bare stomach. He’s so close to where I need him to be.
“But I’m the one who’s responsible for…” My words trail off as he tucks his hand down into the elastic waistband of the leggings I frantically pulled on earlier after he picked the lock on my handcuffs and freed me.
“Remind me what you’re responsible for, tesoro,” he prompts me wickedly, his mouth on my ear, his fingers strumming lightly over my clit.
I can’t remember. Everything has fled my mind. It’s not enough pressure. My hips dance under his touch, demanding more.
“Alessio,” I whisper, my head rolling back against the door with a thud that should embarrass me in case anyone’s near enough on the other side to hear it.
But it doesn’t. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is the six-foot-two wall of mobster muscle devouring me like he’s a starving man and I’m all he needs to survive.
We should probably stop, but this feels too good. It feels like everything we both need. A release.
“Your pussy is so wet for me.”
I make a low sound of agreement. No denying it. I’m shamelessly on fire for him. But I still need it faster, need it harder. Need him inside me.
So I hook my left leg around his hips, opening myself to his exploration even as I thrust forward to get more of the pressure I want. He laughs and bites my earlobe.
“Tell me what you want.”
He’s going to make me say it, work for it, even though I’m sure we both already know the answer.
“I want you,” I tell him, already about to come. “I want your cock inside me so deep. I want you to fuck me. Come inside me. Fill me up.”
I need it so badly I can barely breathe. I’m not even sure I’m human.
He makes a low sound that’s more like a possessive growl than anything, his fingers flying over my throbbing clit.
Then he sinks two fingers into me, fucking me hard and fast. My breathing is harsh, and the pleasure is exploding through me.
Every part of me he’s touching feels electrified. I’ve never been so gone.
I’m about to come when he withdraws from me suddenly and swirls his fingers over my clit, playing with me. It’s too light, too slow. It’s not enough. I’m about to protest when he pulls his hand out of my leggings entirely and holds his glistening fingers to my lips.
I don’t hesitate, just wrap my lips around his fingers and suck.
“Fuck. Such a good girl. And you know what good girls get, don’t you?”
I can’t do anything but moan around him in response. I need Alessio to finish what he started.
“Good girls get fucked.”
I moan again, and his fingers slide from my lips. He works between us, undoing his zipper. Then he pulls himself free from his boxer briefs. His cock springs out, long and hard and thick. And beautiful. Like him.
He strokes himself from base to tip. “But first, I want that mouth, tesoro. I want these pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick.”
I’m on my knees before he can even finish talking. There’s nothing I want more than to take him down my throat. I reach for him, but he stops me.
“Not yet. I want you naked when you do it.”
I don’t miss a beat. My shirt goes over my head. My bra comes off with a sigh of relief. Then I’m shimmying out of my leggings and panties in one go before sinking back onto the carpeted floor.
“Now play with that perfect, wet pussy while you suck my cock,” he orders.
I’m out of my mind. My clit is throbbing, my pussy is clenching, and I’m on the edge of coming. If I touch myself while his dick is in my mouth, I’ll lose all control. I look up and meet his eyes, seeing the wildness there that must be reflected in my own. We need this escape.
Both of us.
He strokes his cock again, and I see a gleam of wetness seeping from the slit on the crown.
“My turn.” I slide my right hand between my legs and reach for his cock with my left at the same time as I lower my head, parting my lips.
He releases his hold on himself with a groan, and I guide him into my mouth, sucking as I swirl my tongue over the tip. I love the way he feels, so big and thick, the sounds he makes, the way his thighs tense as I take more of him into my mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me fuck your mouth while you make yourself come.”
I moan, mouth full of cock, and remember that I’m supposed to be playing with my aching clit.
I was so caught up in Alessio that I momentarily forgot myself.
At his order, I start rubbing, the wetness of my pussy making obscene sounds.
His hips roll forward, and my reflex kicks in. I gag a little, easing off.
“Relax your throat, tesoro. Take me in.”
He wields that term of endearment against me like a weapon, and I’m defenseless against it.
I love when he calls me that in his deep, sexy voice.
I breath through my nose and bob on his dick, bringing him to the back of my throat as my fingers work between my legs.
My clit is swollen and almost as demanding as his cock.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so gorgeous like this, mouth full of me. Are you going to come soon?”
I make a helpless sound of assent and keep sucking and licking and stroking while the heat builds inside me, the pleasure coiling like a snake about to strike.
“You can’t come until I tell you to. If you do, I’ll spank that luscious ass of yours, and then I’ll fuck it.”
Oh my God.
My pussy flutters and clenches. I’m so close. So close. And I want to come so badly. I hum around his big cock, my finger slowing to prolong the pleasure. I want to last as long as possible. I love it when he’s filthy and bossy. I love being on my knees for him, mouth full of his dick.
“Maybe you want that, hmm?” he asks, his voice tight. I can tell he’s trying to stave off his own orgasm, talking himself out of it. “Maybe you want me to sink my cock into that tight little hole and fill you up with my come.”
It’s too much.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train. I’m coming, fingers furiously flying over my clit, as I choke on his cock.
He pulls out of my mouth abruptly.
“I didn’t tell you that you could come, did I?”
I’m still coming, playing with myself as he watches, his thick cock jutting upward like an offering.
“Maybe I’m a bad girl,” I tell him, breathless, as I wring out every drop of pleasure.
With a low sound, he hauls me to my feet, and suddenly, I’m pinned to the door again.
“Bad girls get fucked too,” he growls against my lips.
In the next second, he thrusts hard, impaling me with his dick.
I’m still super sensitive from getting off, and I think he might break me in two with his monster cock, but what a way to go.
He wraps my legs around him and starts fucking me as he kisses me, somehow holding me up with his strength in a feat I’ll marvel over later when my brain starts functioning again.
Right now, I’m riding high on dopamine and oxytocin as Alessio slams in and out of me against the door.
He kisses me ferociously. The pleasure ratchets up with every thrust, no sound in the room but our panting breaths, our bodies crashing together, and the rhythmic thumps against the door.
With a groan, he breaks the kiss and dips his head, latching on to my nipple and sucking so hard that I fall apart a second time.
This time, when I orgasm, he does too, pinning me to the door with his cock as he fills me with a flood of come. A gasp tears from me at the force of the pleasure, black stars speckling my vision, my nails raking down his back.
He buries his face in my throat, his chest heaving, his body slumping into mine. And realization hits me. This isn’t just lust and pleasure I feel for Alessio. It’s something a whole lot more potent.
And a whole lot more dangerous.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
“I know, tesoro,” he murmurs against my neck. “I know.”
I hold him tightly, resting my cheek on his head, wondering if he possibly could.
I’m falling in love with a mobster.