17. Alessia
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALESSIA
H e’s right. He is my devil and fuck me if I’m not going to worship him. He doesn’t care that it’s my first time, he fucks me just like I knew he would; like he hates me. This is the first time I think I’m happy that he does or doesn’t, I don’t know anymore. He pulls me out of my thoughts as his hand wraps around my neck, cutting off my air supply.
“Eyes. On. Me, little devil .” He tightens his hold around my neck and I start to struggle for breath, but I don’t stop him. “Did you know that the harder I fuck you and the more I cut off your breath supply, your body will only focus on the pleasure?” He’s right. All I can think as I start to see stars is how close I am to coming. Just when I think I’ll either pass out or fucking die, my body shivers and he loosen his hold around my neck. “Mmm, do you want to breathe or come? Tell me.”
“I…want…to…come,” I say in between catching my breath. He gives me a wicked grin and crushes my air supply again as he pushes in and out of me, harder and harder. My body comes alive and I come so hard my body physically feels like it’s dead weight. I can’t move, I can’t scream, so I claw his back. I dig so deep as I come all over him. He grunts in my ear, finding his release. I feel warmth shoot inside of me and I’m so focused on how good it feels that I don’t even realize his hand is gone from my neck.
“Now you can breathe, malyshka .” I gasp in for air and he kisses me, slow and deep. “Good girl.”
It’s been thirty-five minutes and I honestly don’t know if I’m alive, or if I’m in the afterlife. My body is sore and my pussy feels like it’s been split open. Astor is mindlessly playing in my hair as I’m sprawled out on top of him.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask.
“Mhm.”
“I liked you…when we were kids…” His hand stops briefly and his heart starts beating a bit faster.
“I liked you, too,” he admits.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I did, Alessia. You told me then, too, when you were sixteen. You just don’t remember.” I sit up and look at him, my brow furrowed.
“What do you mean?” I’m confused, completely fucking confused. He sits up and leans his head against the bedpost.
“Ask your fath—” The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts us and I swear I can hear the relief in Astor’s breathing. He climbs out of the bed and throws his shirt and shorts on, opening his drawer next to the bed and pulling out a Glock. He shoves it in the back of his shorts and looks at me. “Get dressed and wait for me. I don’t know who the fuck is at my house in the middle of the afternoon, unannounced.”
I try to get up and fail miserably when my legs decide to give out on me. He wasn’t joking about me not being able to walk. Fuck.
I drag my legs to a standing position as I get dressed, opting for one of his shirts and my leggings.
I’m in the bathroom fixing my hair, that clearly tells anyone what I just did, when I hear the voice of a woman. What the fuck ?
I’m down the stairs before I can even process that my feet are moving.
“How the fuck did you get pass the guards, Anna?” The woman leans into Astor and lays her hand on his chest. Neither of them has seen me yet and I stay quiet.
“You know me, persuasive.” She’s a little taller than me and is a slender redhead, with mid length nails that are currently running down Astor’s arm. The feeling that creeps up my stomach is gut-wrenching. It’s anger. It’s fucking jealousy .
He grabs her arm away from him. “Stop touching me and get the fuck out of my house.”
“Don’t you wanna play tonight? It’s been so long, I miss you.”
That’s it. I step forward, trying to get myself to relax. Because Astor and I both know how un-fucking-hinged I can become. I’m nice for a reason , I stay clear from the mafia stuff for a reason .
“Trust me, you’ll want to leave. And quickly.” My voice is clear, crisp, and deadly. She whips her head around to me and snatches out of the hold Astor has on her arm.
“Who the fuck are?—”
“Watch it,” he says to her. She tilts her head at me and takes in my appearance.
“You just got done fucking her . Interesting, she doesn’t seem like she likes it rough. She can’t give you what you need.”
I march up to her, yanking her by her hair towards the door. She screams as I tighten on my hold on the roots of her scalp. “Fucking bitch. Let go of me! What is wrong with you!!” Astor stands by and watches as I lose control, the control I’ve always hidden for this exact reason. I become a loose fucking canon when I’m mad.
“Come back and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” I turn to Astor and glare at him. “ Baby , please take the fucking trash out. Before I do it myself.” I brush by him, briefly catching the glimpse of a smirk on his face before I head back for his room and start a bath.
I want to go back and fuck her up. I want so badly to suck every piece of life out of her for daring to touch what’s mine .
Mine. He’s mine. And I don’t care how that makes me sound. I don’t care if it makes me seem clingy all because we had sex. He’s been mine since the moment I was fucking born. I’ve always been his, too, and he knows that. Tonight is the last fucking night I’ll act like I hate him. And it’s the last night he’ll fucking hate me, too.