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Lorenzo is out running down leads on the info Dimitri gave me. I go to my desk and open the top drawer where a gun and a knife stare at me. If they want to do something as personal as break into my house, they’re going to get the personal touch of death from the butcher himself.
I take the stairs two at a time, making sure to stay on my toes to muffle the sound of me charging toward my intruder. The noise is coming from Evelyn’s room, causing me to circle into mine. Creeping through the bathroom, the door to her closet is open, and I make my way through, coming up behind them with my knife to their throat.
26
EVELYN
“Mio dolce, you’re not supposed to be here.” The visceral growl in Alessandro’s voice, with one hand around my torso and the other holding a knife to my throat, has me trembling. A mixture of fear, lust, and helplessness jumble together in a mess that I’m sure I need therapy to fix.
“I needed to talk to you,” I tell him with the knife still against my skin. A shudder ripples down my body.
“You love this, don’t you?” he asks, nipping at my ear before letting his tongue take the lobe into his mouth and sucking gently.
“I love you, Alessandro,” I tell him through heaving breaths of anticipation.
“You don’t,” he says with pain. “You want a divorce, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“That’s not what I want, Alessandro. I swear. All I want is you, mio marito.”
“The fuck you do,” he replies, angrier than a few moments ago. Still, the tension and passion are between us as he grabs my breasts, holding the knife against my skin. His hand goes up my shirt, pinching my nipples hard, then caressing them gently.
His mouth moves to my neck while his hand dips down into my sweatpants where I’m already wet for him. Alessandro moans against me as he yanks them down just enough to free me from behind. His fingers slips inside my walls, and I reach behind me to undo his pants.
“Don’t you fucking move unless I move you.” It’s a deliciously dangerous warning, and I don’t want this to end.
His finger drives in and out of me, sending sounds of my wetness into the air around us. I can’t stop the orgasm from crashing over me. Just as I come, Alessandro hikes my left leg over the crux of his arm, puts the knife on the nightstand, and pushes his thick cock inside me with enough momentum to push me forward.
My hands plant onto the bed as he strokes in and out of my pussy. He doesn’t leave me bent over for long, wrapping his hand around my throat as he pumps in and out, punishing me for something, for breaking an unknown rule between us. I take every stroke he gives me. I want to do everything to show him I want to be here with him.
“Use the knife,” I whisper between pants.
Alessandro releases my neck and picks up the blade, flipping it so the serrated edge faces away from me as he continues to drive his dick into my soft sex with fury.
“Fuck me, your beautiful pussy loves this cock. I love watching you come on me, mio dolce. Come for me.”
“It belongs to me,” I tell him with lust and ecstasy coating every syllable. The orgasm shakes my leg and causes me to lose balance.
Alessandro catches me with a stiff arm around my waist, nudging me onto my hands and knees on the bed. He doesn’t skip a beat, continuing to fuck me with the knife to my throat.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Cut me if you want to.”
“Stop it,” he says.
The conflict in his tone tells me he likes it, but not from me. I want him to want me to do anything for him, with him, for me. I need to be the best he’s ever had, to stand out among anyone he may think about loving in the future. I need Alessandro to belong to me even if we let this marriage go.
“Do it,” I tell him again. “I want to feel what you feel.”
He roars and comes hard inside me but pulls out before either of us can savor it. I turn around to stare into those glassy blue eyes, tracing the scar down his cheek as he puts himself together.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Evelyn. I can’t do that with you. The lines are too blurry. You’re dangerous and you’re in danger. You can’t stay here. You shouldn’t have come back. Are you alone? Did you come here alone?” His mood swings from disappointment to concern in an instant.
“No. Jenkins is back on duty after last night.”
“Is he healed already?” he asks. “I can have him and Lorenzo swap, or have private security called in so they’re not burning the candle at both ends.”
“Alessandro, it’s fine. I’m safe, and I used the tunnel to get in, so I don’t think anyone knows I’m here.”
“Good, then you can use it to leave.” He turns away from me and walks out of the room.
