Chapter 21 Alessio
Alessio
My father’s plan for revenge is doomed. In truth, it was doomed from the moment I met her with her awful bangs and big brown eyes two years ago.
I can’t explain why. I just know that I, who has never felt a drop of remorse for even my blackest sins, can’t seem to tolerate the notion of physically hurting Caterina.
My older brother be damned (which he is) if my wife is the only path to revenge (which she isn’t.) There’s the rub though because killing Nico or Dante or both would definitely hurt her. Fuck, these nonsensical feelings cause too many issues. It’s easier to be hard, emotionless, and untouchable.
“I’ll never leave your side or betray you, Alessio, but I want to be happy.”
She will never be happy with me. I’m incapable of the sort of love she daydreams about. But I will ensure the golden cage I keep her in is as pleasant as possible. I want that brilliant spark in my Caterina’s eyes to burn on for all my days. The thought of snuffing it out sickens me.
“I will do my best to bring you happiness in our dark world, too.”
Like some nocturnal creature, I both crave her light and fear I must reject it.
My world has been shuttered in darkness for so long, since the night I understood my mother’s betrayal and realized the extent of my father’s revenge for what she did.
A dish best served cold. If Caterina acted against me or the Trio that way, could I do the same?
It’s what my oath demands, the one oath I’m supposed to honor above all others.
Turning away from the memories, I watch the sun creep into my bedroom, its streaks of gold wakening dark chestnut highlights in Caterina’s lustrous black hair. She’s so goddamn lovely. Not the artificial kind. Just fresh and real, soft and gorgeous.
Promising my wife faithfulness the other night wasn’t a hardship.
Women may be drawn to the power I hold. Bad girls might get wet over the predator they can sense lurking inside of me.
But one dark look is all it takes to send them running from the Reaper.
Yet, my wife doesn’t run. I suppose she has no choice but to make the best of things even if part of me wants to believe she doesn’t regret our marriage the way she should.
And I can’t deny how I want her. It’s damn pleasing to explore all these new things with her. Maybe Nico Morelli can be tormented enough just thinking of me constantly bedding his little sister.
“Stay like that, spread your hips wider.”
“Alessio… you can’t do that!” she gasps when she realizes my intent.
“Would you deny me, Caterina?” I ask, fully prepared to stop if she says I must. Yet, I know she won’t. My curious kitten enjoys these discoveries too much.
“No,” she mumbles, her cheek growing warmer against my thigh. “Will I like it?”
“We’ll see,” I say, chuckling before I lick her tight back hole for the first time.
So tense. So innocent. Much as I enjoy her innocence, I get a kick out of soiling her, too.
With two fingers inside her pussy, I tease her clit with my thumb, pressing down and circling it just so until she loosens enough on top of me to allow my tongue to probe her ass.
I’m rewarded with a sultry, helpless-sounding moan before long.
Yeah, she likes it. She’ll either fucking love everything I do with her or we won’t do it. It’s as simple as that.
These past few nights haven’t just been new to her. It’s new to me, too. I never used whores but none of the women I’ve been with ever made me wait for anything I wanted from them. If I wanted a woman to suck my cock, she sucked it. If I wanted to fuck her ass…
But, with Caterina, I must be patient. I must earn each moan.
Every new experience she shares with me, every single step further we take is like a precious secret being revealed.
Perhaps there’s a bit of a masochist hiding under my sadism because I’ll fully admit the waiting can be a fucking turn-on.
“You’ve got your own parts to explore,” I remind her, biting her fleshy bottom and swatting it hard enough to sting.
That prompts another moan as she lifts her cheek from my thigh and tentatively resumes kissing the tip of my cock.
Her hesitance to take me into her mouth is admittedly frustrating but, again, patience is the name of this game.
If stroking me is all she’s comfortable with, so be it.
Of all the torture I’ve endured, waiting for the day Caterina decides she wants to suck my cock or will finally let me claim her is the sweetest variety. I’m not complaining. Eating her ass, I finger her to an orgasm, loving how wet she gets for me. I love how boneless she goes afterwards, too.
Once Caterina collapses in a heap on top of me with a final breathy cry, her small hand keeps stroking me and her delightful lips keep giving me the softest little pecks.
It’s maddeningly sweet but a man can only stand so much.
“I want to come.” Fucking hell, that beautiful smile when I tell her that, you’d think I just wrote her a sonnet.
“Can you… on me again?” she whispers, blushing furiously as she rolls off of me.
I nod and rise to my knees as she scoots into position.
I’m surprised she doesn’t mind this. She calls herself a nasty girl for liking it when she’s anything but based on my experience.
But she likes stroking my cock under my tutelage until I come on her.
Until two mornings ago, I’d not come from a hand job since I was fourteen years old but Caterina’s a quick learner and staring into her eyes as she bites her bottom lip and focuses on my pleasure is a goddamn rush without a doubt.
Unlike the previous times we’ve done this, Caterina is gaining confidence and she grips me more the way I want it without instruction.
Soon, the lust is pumping through my veins, growing unbearable as my balls tighten in anticipation.
Who would believe I could enjoy such gentle versions of foreplay when I’ve always leaned toward the rougher stuff?
Nevertheless, I long to sink my cock deep inside her and really let loose. Another day, a bit more patience.
“I’m going to come,” I growl in warning and she nods happily as if I’ve just told her I’m buying her a closet full of designer clothes.
Whether it’s intentional or not, her pink lips part when I grunt her name and, fuck, if that doesn’t have me erupting like a volcano all over her olive-toned stomach and luscious tits.
Catching my breath, I feel that momentary sense of euphoria, helplessness and contentment after a man climaxes, a strange juxtaposition that I never liked half so well until I married her.
Losing control with a woman, I was taught young it was dangerous, warned often that women weren't to be trusted.
But when it comes to Caterina, I can't resist letting go.
Which is dangerous in more than one way.
When I open my eyes again, Caterina is staring curiously at the cum on her nipples. “I can clean you up.”
She shakes her head, giving me an adorably mischievous grin. “I’ve got it.” Then, she shocks me for a change by gathering it up with her fingers and popping the digits into her mouth to suck.
My cock twitches anew, the bastard is always up for more of her, and I rock forward until I’m forced to catch myself with my fists. She knocks the breath right out of me and doesn’t even realize it. “My very nasty girl,” I say, only half joking this time.
She giggles and reaches up to kiss me… then dodges away from my lips at the last second when I try to oblige her. Right. I just ate her ass, and she’s no porn star. She’ll probably make me use mouthwash before she’ll accept another kiss on the mouth.
Laughing, I lay down beside her, stroking her side. “When will you be ready for the rest?” I ask, unable to stop myself. No matter how much I’m enjoying the exploring, I want her so much I feel like my dick’s going to combust soon.
“Not long,” she murmurs, all shy and uncertain. Fuck me, this girl. Only Caterina could make me regret asking a question most men I know would never bother asking in the first place.
I bite back a groan of impatience as a knock at the bedroom door prevents me from saying anything further. Making sure she’s covered, I answer to find Armando there. “Sorry to interrupt,” he snorts, seeing I’m naked.
I scowl at him. “No, you’re not.”
He grins unrepentantly. “I got a call from Beso. He’s bitching about those MCs hanging around Chosen again and how much protection he’s paying.”
I curse under my breath. The local motorcycle club causes enough trouble, but Beso runs our most successful nightclub, and he’s getting a big head because of it.
Big head full of perfect teeth with a flashy suit for every night of the week.
All the VIPs hit Chosen when they visit Vegas, celebrities who like to walk on the wild side and the spoiled brats of politicians.
With all the drugs we sell there, it’s good business for us, but our protection rates are not negotiable.
I can’t simply ignore this and, while being my father’s Enforcer meant I was never bored, being his future Capo means even more work. “Five minutes,” I say before closing the door in Armando’s face.
I head toward the bathroom but, before I make it there, I glance at the bed, preparing to make an excuse to my wife.
I’ve never made excuses to any woman for anything.
Those beautiful brown eyes stare back at me, peeping above the blanket and full of worry.
“Time to go already?” she asks, a tightness in her tone.
Fucking Beso and his bullshit. I nod… and then shout toward the door, “Make that fifteen minutes, Armando!” before I yank Caterina out of the bed and carry my laughing bride toward the shower.