Chapter 62

Alessandra shook her head, and I pressed deeper. Her lips parted wide, dampening the mirror. Her hair was tousled, and her features clustered in heaps of bliss as I showed her sensitivity any mercy.

"Come on, just admit it."

"Hmm." She thrashed.

"Fine," I snarled. "You are going to listen carefully," I threatened, and she nodded. "You are not going to fucking move from this position. Do you understand, Alessandra?"

Pants and tunes echoed.

"Do you understand?" I pinched her bud.

"YES!" she shouted.

I smiled, demented, and watched as her legs shuddered, and her palms tensed on the wall.

With my hands on her sides, I slid them down her ribcage, her waist, and stopped at the curve of her hips the same time my body lowered.

I bit the bottom crease of her ass cheek, and her leg jumped.

Dark chuckles rumbled from my chest, and I twisted in a squat to find the source that could pacify my violent hunger.

I watched as my fingers spread her apart and ate. I'd made a mess I needed to clean, and fuck if my tongue didn't. My pace matched her soft cries.

My fingers plunged, my other hand kept her on the spot, and my tongue raved over her bud and circled in mad want.

"Massimo, please!"

She withered above.

Still not what I wanted to hear, so I continued my assault.

"Massimo!"

Alessandra tensed, and I pulled away.

"Argh!" she screamed when I took away the release she'd tried to steal.

I smiled and looked up. Her head fell between her arms, and she found me beneath, mad eyed and glistening lips that shone sinful teeth. Her needy eyes begged, frustrated.

Her eyes followed my head, and hers shook furiously.

I did it all over again, and again, and my flight would be delayed until she begged, and gave me what I wanted to hear.

"Per favore," cried my demon in satisfaction. "No, I'm not denying you." Finally, she answered, followed by promises I will hold on to. "Please, I won't deny you again."

I pinched her sensitive and swollen bud, extracting as many vows that could escape.

"I will never deny your touch."

I released her, and her droopy eyes watched in relief. I stood and took her face with both of my hands. I turned her fatigued and pent-up body back to the mirror and leaned against her.

"Now tell me what you want."

"You." She breathed.

I kissed her and chills crawled down my spine as her nails scraped before they dug into my scalp. I lifted her leg off the floor, hooking it against my elbow and clutched her hip, securing her high from the floor. Spread out and ready for my dick to be buried.

She rubbed herself against me, and I closed my eyes to the euphoric feeling of friction my shaft painfully demanded.

"I'm going to beat you to exhaustion," I hissed in her ear, and her hands clasped my hair tighter while her other leg snaked over my hip, ready for me to follow through with my carnal oath.

"Si." She fucking purred and clawed, and I plunged my dick in one deep thrust all the way to its base. "Ah!"

Alessandra bit my shoulder, and I pounded brutally. Her movements were created in pure ecstasy; the kisses, the bites, the tongue that ran over my skin, to the hands that gripped, scratched, to the nails that broke skin. And each one of those crazed touches provoked the demon to continue his needy abuse of her body, drawing all of her needs and bathing in its pain and pleasure.

"Mio Dio, cara mia. You take my dick so good." I hummed and drove harder. "And you feel like fucking glory." My fingers dug while our lips toyed one another. "You drive me mad, Alessandra."

"Massimo," she begged.

"Soon, I promise." I nipped her jaw.

"I can't." Her face fell while her bottom quivered. So sensitive. "Please!"

I glance at the reflection. The beating my dick was giving, and the flustered body that took it. Crimson swirls decorated her wailing hands as they scattered over my tensed muscles. The clinking sound of my belt matched each pound, and the parted mouth that stretched out above from the gorgeous princess of mine.

"Look at me," I ordered.

Her eyes opened, but they weren't on me, instead they drifted to our reflection.

"Hmm."

"You can now see how you come and soak my dick."

Her wall tightened, and I was ready to bust inside of her.

"Now you can see how I empty myself inside you."

"Ah!"

She cried out as her body tensed and her pussy quivered into release. I snapped my eyes to her face, watching it unfold as she drifted in pure pleasure. And with one head to her nape, I kissed her parted lips and pumped once, twice until I too gave in to her.

I stayed buried inside for a moment longer, catching my breathing and controlling the demon, locking it in for another time. And while my head tucked on the crease of her neck, she slowly trailed her trembling fingertips across my back, shoulder blades, and up to my head.

Her touch was too intimate. Too raw. I peeled away from her skin.

"Don't stray away from the guards or Nate." I tasted her lips one last time. "You got it?"

Exhausted and satisfied, Alessandra offered a small nod.

I pulled out and released her. Her legs buckled, and I watched as she struggled to stand straight with a grin.

I tucked my dick inside my pants, picked up the ruined shred of lacey underwear, and my shirt. After I put the soaked fabric into my pocket, I slipped into my shirt and worked on my buttons, all while her eyes watched me carefully.

"I hadn't paid for those," she managed to utter.

I scoffed.

"Add it to the account."

Engraving her vision of her shuddering and fucked body next to the smeared mirror, I said, "And whatever dress you choose, make sure it's for a queen." I turned, but her voice stopped me from pulling the door open.

"Massimo?"

My head tipped toward her, but she didn't say anything. She just stood there naked and vulnerable, unable to speak her mind.

"I'll call you when I'm on the plane heading back, alright?"

Her chestnut hair swayed, and her doe greens glowed.

"Be careful."

Two words, but they meant so much more coming from the Zanetti I took freedom from.

Two words pierced me deeper than I could possibly fathom.

And in two words, she'd said too much.

I walked away, eager to leave the cloak of need and her unspoken thoughts. I couldn't bear them. Didn't want to. So instead, I left, ready to submerge and face the future I was crafting. The plans I had mapped, and the play of deceit for my gain. Our gain.

Miami's gain.

ALESSANDRA

I walked out of the dressing room in a daze with many feelings and thoughts crashing against one another. And while my body tiptoed in blissful satisfaction with curled lips, I couldn't help damning my heart.

I could feel it forming. I could feel it beating.

It was the minutes that were offered. The moments I stole in the short encounters that made me feel alive.

But in this life of greed, blood, and death, they were more than power. They were riches that the underworld didn't provide for those trapped in its sin.

I'd been born in blood and bound to the Mafia.

I was part of the sin.

For once, in those fleeing seconds, I felt more than just duty.

I felt the fear of losing someone. The fear of never having that one more second. The terror of being all alone-again.

If I'd found a splinter of glee in this cruel, and callous reality, I couldn't abandon it. I had to pick it, even if it meant it was from one of the heartless men that ruled it.

"Any luck?" Davina's marron eyes glanced behind me before they bounced back to my eyes. A small smile played over her features when she realized the owner had left me on my own.

She wasn't a fan of strangers, and that made two of us. But her timid smile hid too many questions.

"I think so." I offered her a smile.

I found the dress moments after Massimo had left me high in release, surrounded by various dresses that hung around it. Somehow, before I gave up the search, my eyes had narrowed to it. It'd fit my exact physique, and it didn't matter if I had to fight the skirt to search for my blade. I knew nothing would come close to its elegant bodice.

It was the dress I would be marrying Massimo in. It was the dress he would tear me free of on our wedding night. So instead of walking out in it, I left it behind only to be seen again on that one day.

"I can't wait to see you in it. I have no doubt it's beautiful," she added.

"Thank you," I said, and scanned the empty room. "Where is Nate?"

Her face lit up, and her body bounced, turning and motioning for me to follow.

"Vadim arrived just as Massimo was leaving." Her smile returned with a snicker. I watched her closely, and while only half of her face was visible, I could see she knew something I didn't.

"What is it?" I asked, and slowed my pace.

Her black shoulder length hair swayed as she shook her head as if it wasn't anything important but answered. "Vadim likes to tease and push Massimo a bit too much for pure enjoyment."

She stopped before we could walk out to the main floor and continued, "Even Elio does when they are not all" She searched for the right word.

Brutal? Cold hearted? Assholes?

Hell, take a pick.

"Scary."

I laughed.

"Sure, scary." I chuckled, and her smile widened. "And what was he teased for again?"

Her face tinted a faint rose, and the color traveled down to her neck.

"Well, Elio had said, and I quote, I can only think of one reason we are late to our own flight."

"And Vadim?" I questioned.

Her eyes lowered. "That by his rumpled shirt, and messy hair he could nameit."

What an odd interaction. They joked with him.

"What was Massimo's response?"

Davina's head tilted in my direction and shrugged. "The only way he does. With threats, sneers, and a few choice of words."

Now that I could see, I smiled.

We both stepped into the open entry and two sets of striking blue eyes shot in our direction.

"Thank fuck, I'm starving," Vadim announced, and his gaze fell onto Davina. She walked away from me to meet his outstretched arm, and once she was tucked inside, his eyes lifted. "Good to see you again, I'll be joining you guys for the rest of the evening."

I gave him a nod and turned to Nate's scrutinizing gaze.

He smiled.

I smiled back.

He chuckled.

I held mine.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes, but first, I would like to stop at one last place."

"Where to?" His brows scrunched, and he glanced down to his wristwatch.

"I need to get Massimo's wedding band."

Nate's smile reached his eyes, and when he twisted his head toward Vadim, they shared a look.

"I know the place."

Turns out the place was one that had an affiliation to their syndicate. The Mafia had their own little shops, towns, and streets that were tied to them one way or another. It could bring safety, but it also meant danger when it was places you often frequented.