I ignore him, and he eventually gives up. I won’t explain myself, and I shouldn’t have to, for trying to bring our family together. Our parents are hopeless, but we can try to salvage what remains. We’ll never be that kind of family where we sit around a Christmas tree exchanging gifts; we haven’t since we were small kids, and that was only because of our mother.
Is it so wrong to want our relationship with one another to be more than a family obligation? It’s how I already feel about Alessia. She’s not only my family, she’s someone I would die for, and if someone were ever to harm her, the consequences would be egregious and never-ending. And if she were to die…Madonna, I cannot even fathom that.
I want the real thing with her. I don’t look forward to her being the person to reign at my side, but to the whole fucking package.
There’s a knock at my door, and I know it’s her before she opens it. She waltzes right in with the hint of a smile on her lips. “Oh, hello, Ezzo,” she says politely with a bigger smile.
Ezzo stands up to greet her. “Alessia. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you? I haven’t seen you since the party.”
“I’ve been around.” He glances between us. “I was actually just getting out of here.”
“Oh, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“No, not at all. I’ll talk to you later, Massimo.”
I don’t say anything as he leaves us, and I keep my gaze on the gorgeous woman standing before me. Once the door is shut, she looks at me. “How’s your day going?”
“It’s hard to concentrate.”
“Oh?” She casually clasps her hands behind her back, seemingly poised. She’s wearing another innocent dress that she looks awfully dangerous in. “Is something distracting you?”
“I think I may need a break, is all.” I stand to my feet and button my suit jacket.
“Are you hungry?”
“Famished.”
“Did you not eat lunch?”
I round the desk towards her. “It’s not food I want,cara mia.”
“I’m not sure that I understand,” she muses.
The floral scent drugs me as I stand a foot taller than her, even in her heels. “You have been making it hard for me to work all day,bella.” Taking one finger, I twirl a lock of her hair around it, giving it a little tug.
“But I haven’t been here all day, Massimo,” her voice dips down to a sultry tone.
“Then how come I can’t seem to stop thinking about you?” I murmur, and all humor drops from her face. We stand there unmoving, and I’m curious about her next move. My little kitten is awfully skittish at times.
Typically, I’m clairvoyant to the point where everyone is so predictable, but I do not see it coming when she goes for my belt with a straight face. Her fingers work hastily, and as soon as my cock is in her tiny hands, she drops to her knees. Her brown eyes stare up at me, desire dancing in them, and I suck in a breath of air when she darts her tongue out to swirl around the crown of my steeled cock.
“Alessia…” I rasp and slide my hand to the back of her head.
She takes me into her mouth painstakingly slow, sliding it as far as she can till it hits the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag or squeeze her eyes shut. She remains calm as she glides it back to the tip and repeats it several times. Once she has my length slickwith her saliva, she uses it to pump her hand on what she can’t comfortably fit.
My other hand finds its way into her hair and grips it, but not harshly. I’m allowing her this moment, letting her acclimate to the size and girth in her precious little mouth.
She narrows her eyes at me, taunting me, daring me, telling me not to hold back like she had last night. Alessia doesn’t want to be treated like some dainty princess. She wants to see that I am king.
The grip I have on her hair strengthens, and I know it stings her scalp, but she doesn’t falter or shy away. I take over as I stop her and rock my hips forward to the point where her eyes water, but still, she refuses to gag or stop. My little psycho. She wants me to push her limits. She wants me to find them and send her over them because I don’t think she even knows what they are. No man has been brave enough to explore them.
I fist my hand in her hair, using it to pull her back as I jolt my hips forward all the way to the hilt. Her eyes flinch, and I can feel her throat constrict, but she obstinately remains silent. I do it again and again, making sure to force the memories on her muscles, another part of her accustomed to me inside of her. Only one more part of her needs my cock’s attention.
Has mygattinahad anywhere back there before?
The thought of another man inside her gets to me. Especially with her heavenly mouth around my cock. My thrusts become more urgent, and tears start running down her face as she digs her nails into my hip bones, but she doesn’t try to push me away, and she doesn’t dare take her eyes off me. She takes it, and I can guarantee her cunt is pulsating.