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The growl coating his words sends vibrations of lustful anticipation through my body as he speaks. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to repeat myself, mio dolce? We made rules together, and not even twenty-four hours later, you let your emotions get the better of you. You are my wife."
Alessandro snatches the fabric off my shoulders, letting it sit in the crux of my elbows. He reaches around, one hand gripping me by the chin and the other firmly pressing against my pussy. I swallow at the powerful sensations pulsing through me.
He keeps a tight hold on me, tilting my head to the side and nuzzling against my neck. Our reflection is sexy, my tits on display with Alessandro's bare chest pressing against my back. He's forceful, possessive, ready to dominate me in any way his sinful imagination can dream up.
Without warning, he releases me, takes a few steps toward the chairs, and swings one around so the back faces the elevator and the side faces the mirror. He holds his hand toward me, and I slip my fingers into his palm. When he pulls me close, his mouth is on me, pushing his tongue around in a kiss that sets my body on fire.
The kiss ends abruptly with Alessandro sitting in the chair, his legs spread as he leads me to lie across them.
"Look at what you're making me do, mio dolce." His grin is mischievous. My arms cross under my chin on the arm of the chair, his legs support my core, and my legs hang over the side. My bare ass and pussy are exposed as he moves the shirt up to expose the roundness of my backside.
Alessandro rubs my ass gently before I feel his hand move away from me. The swift crash of his palm against my skin forces a yelp out of me that echoes beside the smacking sound.
"Remember fermare, mio dolce," he warns me, and swats my behind again.
"Fuck! That stings," I huff out after the second swat, but my pussy, my body… every ounce of sexual energy is soaring and begging for more.
"Look how wet this pussy is for your husband," he sneers. That scar running down his face makes Alessandro appear far more sinister. I can't seem to get enough. He smacks my ass again, and this time, the sound is more seductive than painful.
He rubs the areas he's swatted and slides his fingers over my pussy, dipping a finger inside for good measure.
"Fuck me, you're wet, Evelyn," he moans, fingering me for a moment longer before taking his fingers out of me to savor them. "You've broken the rules, mio dolce, but you've taken your punishment well."
Alessandro helps me turn over and cradles me as he stands up. The ease of his carrying me across the room to the bed gets me excited. The cock in my hands last night, I can't wait to feel it buried deep inside my walls.
I don't have to wait long because as soon as Alessandro places me on the bed, he's rubbing the tip of his erection against my opening. The effortless stroke of Alessandro filling me to the hilt brings me to arch my back, but also to clench around his girth until I can adjust to his size.
"Mio dolce, we'll be here forever if you wait until I fit. Let me inside you." Alessandro's command is more of a request as he rests his arm under me, a hand bracing the back of my head and his other hand planted onto the mattress beside me. I take a deep breath and inch my legs wider apart.
"Good girl." Alessandro rewards me with such a tantalizing kiss that I forget the stretch of my walls as he begins to move in and out of me. Every stroke is deliberate, down and deep as he pushes in, firm and angled up as he pulls out. There's a rhythm to Alessandro's thrusts that ensures he hits my spot every time.
My entire body tenses with the oncoming orgasm. I let go, letting Alessandro work my body like he's always known it belonged to him. His mouth descends on mine, and as I reach around to grab his back, he stops the kiss. He doesn't say anything as he continues to fuck me, but he switches positions.
"Don't touch me tonight, mio dolce." The snarl under his words is harsh, a warning. To ensure I follow the rules, he moves my hands above my head, and I hear the familiar sound of handcuffs locking me to the bars of the headboard.
11
ALESSANDRO
It takes every ounce of willpower to not come inside my wife too soon. The way her walls welcome me, the anguish of uncontrollable pleasure inching its way up and down her spine, make her want to grab onto me. I won't have her touching me or my back. She hasn't earned that much of me.
I'm already second-guessing this marriage as her beauty, her brains, her culinary prowess all make me want to treat her like she's going to be Mrs. De Luca forever. I have to fuck this out of my system because I know she's going to leave as soon as it's safe for her family to do business in the city again.
Having her cuffed to the headboard is doing things to me. It makes me want to sort through the untouched items in this room. It's like I've been waiting for her to use this space. No other woman's been in here with me, let alone made me want to use the room.
Evelyn's a danger to my life by making me want something more than the way I've been living. I need my mind to focus on the goals of our treaty, this truce, this marriage. It's all temporary. So, I pick up my pace, no longer interested in making her come all over my cock.
Granted, seeing her wet from me, taking the swats of my bare hand, it's all overload to my senses. Grunts and moans emerge from the both of us as I move closer to her, moving onto my knees and grabbing her slender waist with both of my hands.
Evelyn fits perfectly as I slam her pussy back and forth against me. I'm sure to pay attention to her fingers, her wrists in the metal cuffs. She's not snapping, and her eyes are closed as if the harder we fuck, the more she enjoys it. I give her what she wants. Delivering one powerful thrust after another, I don't want this to end. But I barely have any control over that. I feel my climax coming. I let go of her waist and reach above her to use the bars in the headboard as handles. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, and I dig deep with each thrust, rocking the bed as she rocks her body into me. We're in such fucking perfect sync that it pulls my cum out of me far sooner than I want.
I don't care.
I feel like roaring into the night with every final push, pull, and pump of my deflating cock inside her, inside my wife, mio dolce.
I click the release on the cuffs, letting her wrap her arms around my neck as we seal her final orgasm with a kiss so powerful it gets me hard all over again. She's still wearing a handcuff around one wrist that makes me reach to undo it.
The coldness of the metal rubbing against the inside of her arm and then down the side of her ribs as I put them on the bed forces her eyes open wide.
