26. Astor
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ASTOR
I watch her as she tries her best to maintain her breathing. She has no idea how torturous these last two days have been. But she’s about to find out, that’s for fucking sure.
“For your sake, I’m going to choose to ignore the blatant disrespect of that comment.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” she says through her teeth. I tilt my head to the side.
I yank her by her feet towards me, our eyes locked on each other. We shouldn’t be doing this right now, we’re both so angry with each other. But that doesn’t stop me from yanking her dress up and ripping her panties without an effort.
“Those were my favorite panties!”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I push her against the railing of her balcony, quickly pushing my pants down and forcing myself into her. She screams and wraps her legs around me as I plunge deeper into her. She looks behind her at the ground under us and throws her head back as I go harder and harder.
“I’ll tell you this once, and once only. Do not ever, and I mean ever insinuate that I’ve fucked anyone other than you . And the next time you decide you want to go to the club, you go with me and only me. I’m tired of killing people. I’m tired of you testing every limit I have. And I’m tired of you acting like you do not belong to me .”
I pick up my speed as I fuck her pussy harder and she lets out a louder scream when I tilt her over the balcony. At this point, I don’t know if it’s from pleasure or the fear that I’ll drop her. I push her legs wider and she digs her nails into my skin. She’s practically upside down as I fuck her, releasing the anger in me.
“Shut your fucking mouth unless you want your parents and everyone else on this property to see you getting fucked with your life dangling from my hands.”
“Fuck. You. Astor.”
I plunge my fingers inside of her to bring her over the edge.
“No, fuck you, Alessia…fuck you for making me lose my mind over you. Fuck you for bringing me to my fucking knees. And fuck you for running from me.”
She moans as I yank her up the balcony and smash my lips against hers. Her pussy sucks me in and I can’t last any longer. I fill her with my cum and she bites my lip until my mouth is full of the taste of copper. “Get your shit, we’re going home.”
“I don’t have anything here. I came for the balcony...” I yank her dress down and shake my head. “I told my mom I was staying.”
“ Malyshka , I’m hanging on by a thread. We are leaving. Don’t say another fucking word unless you want me to fuck you again and this time, I’ll make sure you’re loud enough for everyone to hear.”
There’s a knock at her door and she breaks out in laughter. “Too late.”
She throws the door open and Eleanor is standing on the other side.
“Sweetheart, what in the world are you doing in here? I thought you were dying.”
“Sorry, Mama, I was just—” I wrap my arm around her and step into view.
“Eleanor. Sorry, we were just leaving.”
“Oh! Nonsense, we were going to have brunch tomorrow to iron out the last bit of wedding details.”
“We’ll be sure to come back for brunch, but I haven’t seen my fiancée in two days. I apologize, but I’d like her to myself.” Alessia turns into a statue next to me and Eleanor smiles from ear to ear.
“Of course.”
“ Little devil , I’ll be downstairs.” I kiss her cheek and she rolls her eyes, so I give her a quick pinch on her side.
When I get downstairs, I run straight into Ander, his face stone and his expression full of disgust.
“Let’s not make it a habit of you fucking my daughter where anyone could see, sound good?”
I clear my throat and step towards him.
“And let’s not make it a habit of you talking to my fucking wife like she’s a child. Don’t ever speak to her that way again.”
I was already on the phone with Ander when Alessia arrived, and the way I heard him speak to her pissed me off more than the thought of someone touching her. He disrespected her, and that’s not fucking allowed. I don’t care if she is his daughter.
“She’s not your wife yet,” he says, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m choosing to ignore that. And if you’re wondering, I found Miles. He’s in Reno, he has a meeting with his father next week. You wanted the information, I got it. I’m going after him with or without you.”
He opens his mouth to respond when Alessia comes barreling down the stairs.
“Doesn’t anyone fucking?—”
“ Alessia ,” I growl. She rolls her eyes and secures her hair in a bun on top of her head.
“Clearly no one sleeps around here. See you tomorrow,” she says to her father before we both practically run out of the house.
She’s not your wife yet.
Seven fucking days and no one will say that shit to me again.