Page 37 of Sinister Savior

"God, baby, fuck yes. Make me come, fuck me until I see stars." Alice’s body finds the perfect rhythm against mine, even as she rises up, taking the pressure off my stomach. I watch her tits bouncing, perfect, perky nipples swaying and dancing for me. I grip them hard, both at once, squeezing and kneading, twisting her nipples between my fingers until she’s coming undone again.

"Oh, holy fuck," I growl as another wave of pleasure washes over me. It spirals up from my toes, up my cock and into my brain, making me see stars. I can’t help it. I’m not sure if it's the pain or her, but it's too much. Tension builds in my balls, and I explode inside her, filling her with my seed.

Alice comes too, arching her back and biting her lip as she shudders on top of me, her body tightening and tensing around me, her innermuscles clenching like a vise grip. Every movement sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but groan in pleasure. The sensation is intense, like I'm being held captive by her powerful grasp. As we move together in perfect harmony, I feel every part of her responding to my touch, her moans filling the air with an intoxicating melody. It's a moment of pure ecstasy, one that I never want to end.

When her orgasms subside, she collapses onto the bed, panting for air and covered in a sheen of sweat. Despite the pain in my stomach, I can't help but smile. I roll to my side and rest my head on my folded arm. I watch her lying there with her eyes shut, chest still heaving. She’s gorgeous, and she’s mine. “I love you, Alice.”

She snuggles into my side, pressing her naked body against mine, and sighs contentedly. "I love you too, Mario."

My eyes are heavy, but I manage to pull a blanket over our naked forms, tangled together. I kiss her forehead and hold her against me, feeling sleep tug at me. She smells like heaven on Earth, and I want to stay here forever with her.

"Do you think you'll go back?" she asks, reiterating her earlier question, but this time she goes on, giving context to her insecurity. "Tom was only in surface-level stuff, Mario. I swore to myself I'd never get involved with another Mafia man. That'd make sure whoever I fell in love with wasn't a part of it."

I can hear the uncertainty in her tone, and I know she's serious. I don’t blame her, either. This is a scary life, and it's not for everyone. But she was dealing with a very unjust man who had very evil motives behind things. And he's gone now.

"If I do, I won’t be a follower. I will be the leader." I brush hair out of her eyes and try to calm her fears. "Things like what happened to you will never happen again, because you’ll be mine, and no one will even think of laying a hand on you." There isn't much more I can tell her other than that she'll have to trust me, but that trust may be hard-earned now that she's been traumatized by so much violence.

"I'm scared," she mutters, and I feel her body tense in my grasp. She's right to be scared of this, and she's right to question it. I don't want her to stay with me if she's feeling any hint of doubt.

"I give you my word, I can and will protect you. I've done it so far, haven't I?" Another kiss on her forehead comes just as the door swings open. I look up to see Father Thomas standing in the doorway. He instantly looks down at his feet when he sees Alice lying in my arms.

"Mario, there are a few men who need to speak with you." Father Thomas is a good man, and I owe him my life.

"I'll be there in a second," I tell him, and he retreats out the door into the hallway. "I have to go, but I want you to stay here, okay?" I kiss Alice again, leaving a smearing of her moisture on her chin, and then pull away.

She should never feel pressured to stay with me when the option remains for her to leave. She doesn't know it yet, but the money Tom stole from my brother is in an offshore account in his name, which she can access through online banking. Ervine had a tech look it up. As I dress, I think of telling her, but I want her to make the choice to stay or leave only on whether what we have is real, not on any other factors.

"Stay," I remind her when I'm dressed, but then I slip out to find Father Thomas and my men. I only hope I've proven to her that I can be trusted. I hope that's enough to make her stay.

27

ALICE

Ilie in bed for a while staring at the ceiling. Mario's cum drains from my body, soiling the bed sheets and reminding me of one fact I can't ever get far away from. I'm pregnant with his baby. Life is growing inside me, forever intrinsically linking me to him and his Family. To the Mafia and everything that entails. There's no way out, even if I run away, even if I change my name and identity and fly to another country. His blood and mine have mingled, and no matter where I go, my baby will be an heir to whatever deceit he practices.

But I love him, and that fact can't be forgotten, either.

I roll to my side again and pull the blankets more tightly over my body. The feeling of relief hasn't quite set in yet. For the past several months, I've been stuck in the sensations of grief and hypervigilance, always looking over my shoulder, always needing to run. If it wasn't sitting with a bottle of whiskey and Tom's gun in my lap, waiting for one of those horrible men to break into my house, it's been running, praying Mario can be trusted.

He's proven to me that he cares about me, that I can trust him. More than once, he has rescued me, but more than once, he's killed on mybehalf. I turned to a priest for help and I got a madman—or a made man, however you look at it. I wonder if the feeling of looking over my shoulder and being afraid will ever go away if I stay with him. But how will I live if I go anywhere else? I love him. He's part of my heart now. I don't want to go somewhere else.

I can't just lie here and ignore the fact that the man I love is probably speaking with the men who bound together with him to take his brother down. If they sway him, convince him to return to the Mafia life, can I stay with him? Will my baby be safe? Will I ever be able to sleep peacefully at night? And if he turns them away, remains a member of the priesthood, how will he help me raise our child? How will we ever have a normal life again? How will he deal with the guilty stain on his conscience for murder?

I force myself off the bed and find my clothing piled on the floor. It's not mine, just the things Agnus gave me to wear when I needed her. I have to find out who she really is and thank her for being kind to me even in my fear. I bypass the clothing and go to my dresser and pull out a clean bra and panties, carrying them to the bathroom where I wash Mario's body fluids off me. At least it's not blood this time.

My reflection reveals someone I don't recognize. I'm tired, my wrinkles deeper. My eyes look sad, too, and my skin is pale. All of it just proves I'm not cut out for this much stress. I have to take a very hard look at my life and the reasons I fall for men like this, and maybe see my counselor again. She probably wonders where I went, as does Cherie. Probably. I need to call her.

Tearing myself away from the mirror, I return to my dresser and pull out a sundress. I haven't felt much like wearing a dress in a while. I don't even know why I grabbed it from my house before we left, which makes me wonder how much is left of my house or whether the police have been back to do more investigating.

When I'm dressed, I crack the bedroom door and hear men’s voices. Mario's is one of them, and I recognize the priest's voice. There are afew more, maybe one of the men who helped Mario rescue me from that old building Paolo had me trapped in. I can't make out what they're saying, though, so I quietly pull the door open and creep into the hallway, tiptoeing barefoot toward the living room. Their conversation neither stops nor quiets, so I don't think they hear me.

I stand just out of sight in the hall and peek out, taking in the sight. There are at least seven men here, two of whom I recognize as men Mario has met with many times. Three I don’t recognize at all, but Mario is at ease and doesn't seem threatened by them. They're all calm too, just talking about what went down in the church. The priest even seems collected and at peace, despite having men storm his gates and attack his residence.

"And what will become of the church, then?" Mario asks, and the priest folds his hands in front of himself as he lowers his body onto a stool behind him. The other men stand over Mario, who sits on the couch with his head laid back. I can still see the pain etched on his face. I wish he'd go to the hospital.

"We will rebuild with your generous donation, and what's left of it will be used to help the growing homeless population in the city." The priest looks very pleased with Mario's "donation", whatever that is. If it's enough to rebuild the church to like-new condition and still have some left over to serve the homeless, it has to be a massive amount. I wonder if he stole from his brother too, or if he had money stashed?

"Mario, you have to think about this." One man, clean-cut with a nice scar on his left cheek, speaks directly to Mario, who turns to pay attention. "There are three hundred men in total, with very few who would still remain faithful or loyal to your brother. They all know what's good for them. You’re a much better leader."

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