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It's rough, fast, and has every part of my body ready to burst with pleasure. Alessandro, anchoring his feet to the floor, gains enough leverage to slide in and out of me at a furious pace. The sounds of our grunts and our skin slapping against one another fill the silent void in the room. Every moan is a plea for more. More dick, more strokes, more Alessandro.
I want him. I need him. I can't stand to be without him, and I'm more determined than ever to make sure I remain his wife after this treaty business is done. He belongs to me.
"Tell me you're mine," I murmur, thinking I'm the only person who can hear it.
Alessandro leans over me, making sure our eyes lock, licks my lips, and tells me, "I'm yours, mio dolce."
15
ALESSANDRO
There's no way to explain why I give in to her quiet demand. After the day we've had, it seems like something I can give her that doesn't require much. Time will tell if this is something she needs in the moment or if she wants it to mean something much deeper.
The way her pussy pulsates and molds around my cock makes it feel like Evelyn’s specially made for me. Our kiss slows down my strokes as I'm ready to release myself inside her. The intensity of each pull out of her has my body aching to bury itself back inside. Soft ripples welcome every throbbing inch of my erection until I can't stand the pleasure. The tension builds to the point that my jaw clenches alongside my release.
When it's all said and done, I'm ready to finally wash this day off me. Evelyn lies in my bed. The bathroom is where I need to be, turning on the shower and standing under it until the shades of pink running off my body run clear.
There's a brush to get under my fingernails and a special cleaning solution under the sink that I'll have to pour down the drain. While we've been careful throughout this day, I never want a surprise of DNA evidence soaking into my bathroom floor tiles.
Evelyn steps in the shower behind me, but the apprehension about showing her my scars isn't lingering like it was a few days ago. Perhaps, her seeing me with the razor in my hand and coming home after I use it assures me that she's not repulsed by a monster like me.
Still, a part of me steels against her touch as she runs her fingers over the most treacherous memorial to my childhood.
"You don't have to tell me, Alessandro," she says. "I don't need to know what's been healed."
Healed? More like repurposed. I don't stop her, but a flash of heat sweeps across my face when I hear her soft sniffles behind me. When I turn around to face Evelyn, her eyes are red with tears falling for the boy who survived a night too ugly for me to rehash in the shower.
I pull her in close. "Mio dolce, don't cry."
"I can't help it," she murmurs. "You must have been so alone. I don't know how this happened, but I know in my heart that it shouldn't have. I'm so sorry, Alessandro."
My eyes immediately shoot to the ceiling because I feel the tears of a young Alessandro spilling down my face as the blood trickled down my body. The blinding pain kept my eyes open, but still, I couldn't see the man behind me. The man responsible is a shadow in the horrible memory, but only one of us walked away alive. It's the only way I survived.
Water pours over us and lets our tears blend into the streams washing down the drain. The bond between us shifts from something sexual, one of necessity, to something more. Letting her in this much catches me off guard because I don't want to trust so easily. Yet, I feel safe in Evelyn's embrace. For now, I accept that she cares about me and how much I care for her.
After we get out of the shower, we find ourselves lying in bed, staring at the tall ceiling and talking quietly about the day.
"Did you find out how many shooters there were?" she asks, drawing circles with her finger across my chest.
"Three. The one we caught was the runt of the litter. I doubt that we're going to find the others. If they're smart, they'd leave town. The mistake I made was assuming Montegna was behind it."
"Oh? Is he not?"
I shake my head gently. "No. I had a drink with him. Had to look him in the eyes to be sure, but there was nothing that told me he had anything to do with the attack at my uncle's place. Besides, he's old school, no women and children. I'm not going to completely dismiss his involvement, but he offered me a job."
That gets her to sit up. Her hair falling over the side of her face draws my eyes to her beauty. A lump forms in my throat as she simply sits there with her tits free, and my cock is distracting me for what I want to do with her. Fuck. This is the distraction that I have to put out of my mind.
"You'd really work for Montegna?" There's concern all over her face.
"He wants me as a lawyer. His words were something along the lines of my marrying you personally and then marrying him professionally makes La Familia even stronger."
'Would you consider letting him put you on retainer instead of working for him exclusively?"
"I don't think so. I like what I do, picking my own clients, and somehow, I don't feel like Don Montegna is as lenient if things don't go his way."
"I doubt that he'd be able to do anything to you about it," she says, leaning down to give me a small kiss before lying back onto my chest.
I keep my thoughts to myself, simply grunting in agreement, running my fingers through her hair. Don Montegna doesn't want any problems with the Howard Beach Butcher, but that doesn't keep someone like Evelyn off the chopping block. One thing this life teaches me daily is the people you care about are always the easiest way to get to you. My purpose and goal, especially in this marriage, are to keep her safe. I'll do whatever it takes to do that, even if it means turning down a lucrative job offer from Don Montegna.
