Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Lucia
The silence was so thick I swore it could be cut with a knife. It pressed in on me until it felt like I couldn’t take a full breath.
Alessio. The name still sat in my head, sharp and unfamiliar, and no matter how I tried to make sense of it, nothing fit.
Alexei didn’t move away from me. His hand stayed at my neck, firm and steady, his thumb dragging slowly over my skin like he was keeping me exactly where he wanted. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t rough either.
“You’re letting it get into your head,” he said quietly. “I don’t like keeping things from you, but also refuse to let them weigh on you either. But you deserve to know what's happening. Word will eventually get out and I wanted you to hear this from me.”
My breath hitched when his other hand came to my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to pull me closer.
The space between us disappeared, his body pressing into mine, solid and unyielding.
I was backed fully against the terrace railing, caged in my big, muscular, and tattooed killer.
And I’d never wanted anything more at that moment.
I wanted to get out of my head, to stop worrying and thinking about the what ifs. I knew he could give that to me. And when I reached down, rubbing my hand on the crotch of his pants, a soft breath left me at how hard he was already.
I felt the thick, hard length of his cock, and didn’t stop my moan of appreciation. He pressed himself into my palm, grinding that length against me until we were both breathing heavier.
“Take me out,” he groaned, and leaned in, running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck.
My fingers twitched and my hand shook when I unzipped his slacks and freed that massive cock. The tip was already slick with his need for me.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice dropping lower.
I nodded, even though my throat had gone dry.
“That’s what you do to me. I walk around with a constant hard-on because all I can think about is you, Lucia.” His hand slid from my neck to my nape, his grip tightening as he tipped my head back so I was forced to look at his face. His mouth crashed down on mine, hard and controlled.
The kiss wasn’t soft, but right now it wasn’t meant to be. It took what little control I had left and stripped it away, leaving nothing but Alexei dominating this moment.
His tongue fucked into my mouth with raw hunger while his hand shoved under my dress, fingers pushing my panties aside and plunging two thick digits straight into my already soaked pussy.
He curled them deep, stroking that spot inside me that made my knees buckle as his thumb rubbed rough circles over my swollen clit.
I leaned into him without thinking, my hands moving to his chest, gripping his shirt as his mouth moved against mine again, deeper this time. He didn’t rush it, fumble or hesitate. He knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t going to stop until he had it.
Alexei’s hand stayed at the back of my neck, holding me there as he tilted his head, the kiss turning slower, heavier, until I felt it consume every single inch of me. My thoughts started to quiet, the sharp edges of everything that had been spinning through my mind dulling under the weight of him.
His mouth left mine and moved down to my jaw, then lower, his breath hot against my skin as he dragged his lips along my neck. My fingers tightened in his shirt as my head tipped back without me meaning to do it, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
My pussy already had a fresh wave of wetness spilling from between my legs, dripping onto his hand.
I wanted him to finger-fuck me harder, faster, but he removed his hand from between my thighs, and slid both palms along my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me harder against him.
The pressure was firm, unyielding, and I felt it in the way my breath caught, in the way my body pressed into his without hesitation.
He didn’t ease up. If anything, his grip tightened, his hands moving with more purpose. Alexei suddenly spun me around and pressed me hard against the terrace railing, my hands gripping the cold metal as the grounds stretched out below us. I looked over my shoulder to see him drop to his knees.
My breath came faster now, my fingers digging into the cold metal as he pushed my dress up, and ripped my panties down my thighs. I closed my eyes and panted. He didn’t say a word, just groped my ass, spread me open, and pressed his mouth right to my pussy, groaning as he inhaled deeply.
“Look at me,” he said again, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.
I did, looking down, my breath uneven, my thoughts no longer scattered the way they had been before.
“Stay with me in this moment,” he said against my skin. “Ty prinadlezhish mne. Tol'ko moya. Nikomu tebya ne otdam.” You belong to me. Only mine. I won’t give you to anyone.
I loved when he spoke Russian to me. I told myself I was going to start learning it so I could make him say dirty things to me while he fucked me and actually understand him.
“Spread your legs wider, wife,” he growled, voice thick with filthy hunger. “Let your husband eat this perfect, tight cunt right here where anyone could see.”
Without waiting, he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue dragging roughly from my dripping hole.
He ate me like a savage, the sounds loud, and messy.
They were obscene slurping noises that filled the air.
He tongue-fucked my pussy, sucking hard on my swollen clit before licking back up to rim my ass.
“Fuck, you taste like mine,” he snarled against my soaked flesh. “This dirty little hole is dripping down my chin. Such a greedy, pretty slut for The Butcher.”
He shoved three thick fingers deep into my cunt, pounding them in and out while his tongue pushed inside my asshole, eating me like he was starving.
“That’s it. Push back on my face like the filthy mafia princess you are.”
I came so hard I saw stars, and cried out so loud I knew the staff and guards heard.
By the time he finally pulled away, my body was limp and hanging over the railing. I forced myself to look over my shoulder at him, and saw he was already watching me. The lower half of his face was destroyed by my pussy juices, flushed and so wet from my orgasm that my inner muscles clenched.
His eyes were wild, pupils blown black with lust. He leaned back enough I could look down at him.
A low, broken groan tore from his chest as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.
I watched in shock as his cock pulsed hard without him even touching it.
Thick ropes of cum suddenly sprayed out, spilling down the fabric of his expensive pants, and dripping onto the stone terrace floor in heavy, messy spurts.
He came just from eating my pussy. Hands-free, completely untouched, and lost in the taste of me.
Seeing him lose control like that—the powerful Butcher coming untouched just from devouring me—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through my body.
My pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness dripping down my thighs.
The sight was so filthy, so raw, that it made me ache to be filled again.
I had never felt more wanted, more owned, or more dangerously turned on in my life.
I had felt like something had been pulled out from under me, like I didn’t know where I stood anymore. But being there with him, feeling the way he unraveled me so I wasn’t worrying about what I couldn’t control, I realized something.
God help me… I didn’t want to be anywhere else than with Alexei.