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Isotta sat down on her upturned feet, too tired to completely hold herself up. Alessandro was not dissuaded, though, as he stood flat-footed in front of her and unbuckled his belt. She felt a lurch in her chest. He wasn’t finished with her.
“But the more I think about it,” he said as he continued to unzip his pants and allow his pants and underwear to drop around his ankles.
“The more I think I’ll just keep you,” he uttered, his voice low and tremulous as he stroked his cock with a tightly fisted-hand.
Isotta dropped her eyes and turned her head away. That displeased him, and Alessandro reached over and held her chin firm, forcing her to watch what he was doing. He continued to stroke his cock until it was hard, standing just an inch from her face. Isotta’s stomach churned, and she felt bile rise in the back of her throat. She lifted her hand to her mouth to keep herself from hurling, but that didn’t please Alessandro either. He swiped her hand away with the hand he used to stroke himself while he kept the other one clamped on her chin.
“Open your mouth.”
His command might as well have fallen on deaf ears because Isotta didn’t budge. He reclamped his hand on her chin again, holding it even tighter and stiller. His cock twitched in front of her. Her defiance turned him on, and he released a low guttural growl in response. He stroked his dick again, self-satisfying.
“Open your mouth.”
Isotta still refused, trying to turn her head against the rough of his grip. Alessandro was not the least bit dissuaded. His dick was far too hard for that. He eased the grip he had on her chin and refocused it on her cheeks, equally as hard.
“Open your mouth,” he said with increased intensity. But as he said it, he squeezed her cheeks to the point that her mouth opened as he simultaneously pushed his dick in her direction. She tried to turn her head, but he squeezed her cheeks even harder and used his free hand to guide his dick into her forced-open mouth. Isotta’s mouth was just opened a little bit, but the intrusion of his dick, pushing without repentance into her mouth, caused her mouth to open even more to accommodate.
Isotta choked, feeling his hard-on in the back of her throat. Alessandro’s head fell between his shoulders as he relished in the warmth and wet her mouth provided.
“Ummm,” he hummed as he pushed even further, causing her eyes to bulge and her gag reflex to ensue. When her mouth opened more in response, Alessandro pushed his dick in even further. Isotta’s stomach churned again, but he didn’t care. He pulled out and pushed into her mouth again. Satisfied that her mouth would remain open, Alessandro repositioned his hand against the back of her head, and as he pushed his meat into her mouth, he pushed her head to meet it. Isotta’s eyes started to water from the repeated gagging. She tried to distance her mind from what was happening to her, but Alessandro’s moans and swears regrounded her to the horrible place she was in, the horrible position she was in. To think that even after he confronted Massimo that being with Alessandro would be her fate, being used and abused by him at his will would be her destiny, caused the choking tears to turn to tears of anguish.
Then, he became consumed by the sensations her mouth provided. Alessandro was no longer interested in going slow. He was interested in getting off. His stroke increased and deepened and increased some more; his hand behind her head pressed even harder, holding Isotta in place despite her attempts to push back and disengage.
“Suck me, bitch,” he growled as he pushed faster. The sounds of her choking and gagging incited Alessandro even more. He felt his muscles flex in his thighs as he placed both hands behind her head, fucking her face. To think that he would be able to do it at will, bend her to his compulsions whenever he desired, caused his dick to thump again. He felt the tightening in his rod as hot gism threatened to emerge. He grit his teeth as he felt the gism rise.
“Take me all in, bitch, and you better swallow.”
He exploded in her mouth. Isotta tried to pull away. She tried to allow the thick, sticky salty wetness from his dick to spill from her lips. But Alessandro refused to let that happen. He pulled his dick from her mouth and then moved his hands, one over her nose and one over her mouth. He forced her to swallow his seed. Tears fell from her eyes, and her stomach churned again. Isotta had no choice but to swallow the minute she lost air and had to breathe again.
When he finally released her, Isotta sunk down to her knees. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gagged and gagged again. But she resisted the urge to throw up because she knew Alessandro would not be pleased, and she wasn’t sure what he would do to her if she did. That salty, bitter, nasty taste remained in her mouth even after Alessandro left the room.
Chapter Ten
Twenty-four hours had passed.
Neither Massimo nor Francesco slept.
Massimo was antsy and anxious, waiting to hear, waiting to exact unexpected revenge for what Alessandro had done, was doing. He had thought for so long about what he would do to Alessandro when they came face to face, how he would show and prove that Isotta’s family had not made a mistake, how his family had not made a mistake with their mutual alignment. More than that, Alessandro tried to upstage him at his own wedding. He couldn’t let the decision rest, and that was fine with Massimo because he would show him who had the real machismo. It was more than about saving Isotta and her mother. That would be a benefit, but for Massimo, exacting revenge was more than saving the damsels in distress. He was anxious to receive the information that would ultimately lead to his destination.
Massimo was drawn from his thoughts when his mother entered the room. He’d returned to his parent’s home hours ago. There was no point in being at his house. It reminded him that Isotta was absent. It was too quiet there. The quiet was unsettling as it gave Massimo too much time to ponder. When he looked at her, he could tell she hadn’t slept.
Routinely, his mother was primped and polished. Massimo couldn’t remember a time when his mother didn’t wear makeup, have her hair fixed, and have on a nice high-end outfit adorned with jewels, even when she was just lounging around the house. But this morning, her face was bare, her gown and robe were plain, and her hair was pulled back simply. The only piece of jewelry she wore was her wedding ring.
Romina pulled her robe closed and stood in front of her eldest son. There was so much she wanted to say, but Romina knew that if she bombarded Massimo with what was on her mind, he would simply shut down because he had a singular focus, and she knew that. So, she stood in front of him silently.
Massimo couldn’t ignore his mother standing there. She tried not to stare at him, but she did. Romina wanted to capture every moment with Massimo for fear that she’d lose him. She knew it was impolite to stare, but she couldn’t help it. She waited for her son to say something, but he didn’t.
“Please, Massimo, don’t do this,” Romina uttered.
“I understand that you’re concerned for my safety, Mother, but if I don’t do this, Isotta and Celestina will die.”
“I know,” she complied, “but I don’t want to lose you. I can’t.”
“If I don’t respond to his notification and show up, he’s going to kill them. Say we get the address where he is supposed to be and send the police,” he said calmly, making eye contact with his mother. Romina found it hard to look at him, hearing what he had to say.
“As soon as he or one of his guards sees the cops, he’ll kill them. What if the address he sends me is to a bogus sight or to a car where he plans on taking me to his real location and the police show up? They might not even be there, and once Alessandro gets word that the police showed up instead of me, he’ll kill them. Can you live with that?”
A single tear spilled from her red-rimmed lids. “All I know is that I can’t lose my son. I just can’t.”
