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“Oh, that, my father didn’t take the news of our marriage very well,” he states.
My hand moves on its own accord as my fingers touch the crackled skin. “Your father did this?” I run my finger over the cut. He doesn’t answer me, and the heaviness of the situation hangs between us. “I’m sorry.” The words are soft as they fall from my lips.
“I don’t need your pity, Natalia.” He stiffens.
“Wasn’t giving you my pity,” I tell him as I run my finger across his skin, taking in the now noticeable bruising across his cheek. He lets my fingers explore the discolored surface. “Does that happen a lot?” I question him.
“What, my father’s fists or getting married to my family’s enemy in Vegas?” I roll my eyes at his joke. It’s obviously an uncomfortable conversation, especially with me, the reason for his bruises. I lean forward and place a kiss on the cut, I feel Alessandro still above me. “Don’t,” he warns me. I move and press another kiss to his cheek where the bruising is.
Next thing I know, Alessandro has his hand around my throat which pulls a squeal from my lips.
“Don’t do that,” he says through gritted teeth as he stares down at me with a deep scowl across his face.
“Don’t do what?” I ask, confused by his reaction.
“Care,” he snips, which stills me.
10
ALESSANDRO
Ihate the way she is looking at me with those sapphire-blue eyes. The way her face softened when I told her it was my father who gave me the bruises, and I certainly hated the way she tenderly kissed them as if her lips alone could erase my father’s fists.
I hate her.
Yet, I want her.
Desperately.
And the thought that I had interrupted her with another man infuriates me, that she declares our love to the world in one breath while in another she is bringing home some male model to her bed. And I could see it on her face that she didn’t care if my temporary assistant sucked me off. I’m annoyed that I’m jealous, even though I’ll go to the grave and never say it aloud. Why then? She isn’t my wife, not truly. There is no love there, I don’t even know if there is lust, well, from her side anyway. Feeling her warmth underneath me, my legs pushing against hers has my body pulled tightly like a coil.
The gentle beat of her pulse against my hand tells me she isn’t scared about the position, and if that doesn’t turn me on even more, fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.
“We may be enemies, but I can care how your father treated you,” she eventually answers.
Fiorenzos aren’t supposed to care.
Her hand cups my bruised cheek. “I still hate you, if you need to hear that.”
I do as I stare down into those hypnotic sapphire-blue eyes. “I still hate you, and yet …” my breath comes out ragged as every muscle in my body tenses, “yet … I still want nothing more than to run my hand up under this dress and let my fingers slide into your cunt.”
Natalia gasps as her cheeks flush at my filthy words, and then the next thing I know, I feel her legs widen for me, those blue eyes never leaving mine. “Do it then,” she says. My brows pull together in confusion. “Don’t look at me like that, please, just … I need …” She doesn’t have to tell me twice as I leave my hand wrapped around her throat and move the other between her legs. My knuckles push aside her knickers and I find her wanting as I slide between her wet folds.
“You’re soaking for me,” I whisper in awe. She widens her legs for me and tiny moans fall from her lips as I continue to move against her slickness. Pushing a finger into her brings a moan to her lips, which vibrates against my hand, I push in another finger as her back arches, she is so ready for me. Was all our fighting from earlier getting her wet? It sure was getting me hard.
“More,” she pants as my fingers continue to glide inside her, my thumb slides across her clit, and she pants even harder. My hand tightens around her throat as fingers continue to work her over.
“Does my wife want more?”
Natalia bites her bottom lip and nods.
“You’re going to have to use your words, princess,” I ask her.
She huffs at my request, but then I watch as her mouth opens. “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me, hard.”
If that request isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Reluctantly, I pull my hand from her throat which pulls a whimper from her lips. Don’t worry, princess, I’ll put it back in a moment. Then with one hand, I quickly pull myself from my jeans and give my dick a couple of quick pumps, running my fingers over the glistening head to get myself ready for her. I nudge against her entrance. I don’t have time to remove her underwear as I coat my dick in her wetness before I slide ever so slowly into her. We both moan at the feeling, she’s so fucking tight around my cock, her cunt strangles it with every inch I slide into her. Once I’ve settled into her, my hand returns to her throat and a tiny hum vibrates against my skin as I start to pump into her. She closes her eyes as she opens for me, her dress bunched around her waist. I watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her, her nipples pebbling against the fabric. I lose myself to her warmth and heat as I continue to fuck her, hard, giving her what she wants. My fingers find her clit as I slowly tease her, feeling her constrict around me.
“Tighter, princess, fucking tighter.” I curse as she tightens around me, nearly cutting off the blood supply to my dick as I take her higher.
