“This is a punishment, remember?” He mocked huskily.
Fuck…I moaned, parting my legs only for him to run his finger along the centre of my damp panties. I cried out at the light touch that was only making my body scream for more.
“Look how fucking wet you are…” he growled, tugging on my thong.
“I’m wet for you, baby. Fuck me,” I whimpered.
But he wouldn’t. Not until my body came to the brink. I reached down, stroking his hard shaft, but he didn’t let me for long. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he delivered a sharp tap to my ass, making me whimper.
“Fuck, Amore,” he groaned, rubbing my ass. I wriggled my ass a little, but that only resulted in another pussy-dripping tap as he grabbed my breasts from behind and attacked my neck with rough, passionate kisses.
“Oh, fuck, Alejandro,” I moaned wantonly.
“That’s it, baby girl, beg to be fucked.”
“Please fuck me…”
“A king can never disobey his queen,” he whispered huskily, pinning my arms behind me with one hand. I heard him unzip his pants before I gasped in pain and pleasure when he thrust into me with one brutal thrust…
A Typical Rossi Family Morning
Kiara
The sun shone through the curtains, and I could still feel the after-effects of last night. The ache between my legs was a pleasant reminder of what had happened. Goddess, the man had incredible stamina, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I turned in bed, missing the feel of his arms around me, and touched the other side of the bed. Although his scent lingered in the room, his side of the bed was cold. I sat up, glancing towards the bathroom door, brushing my hair back from my face.
Alejandro?I mind-linked.
Morning… I hope you slept well.
Perfectly. Why didn’t you wake me up? What about breakfast?I asked. We didn’t bring any Omegas along for the cooking, so it was just the five of us.
You were spent after last night. As much as you love spreading those legs for me, you fucking push your limits.I smiled, rolling my eyes.
As if you’re not to blame for me wanting you.
Good, because I intend to fuck you like that every fucking day.I shook my head.
Good.
And, yeah, about breakfast, kinda not fucking managing.
I’ll be there in twenty.
I got out of bed, wincing at how sore I felt, and made my way to the bathroom. Goddess, that man was a beast, but I knew that already. I turned the shower on and leaned against the cool tiles, allowing the warm water to wash over me before I quickly soaped my body and washed my hair. Those kiddies wouldn’t wait for long.
Once showered, I pulled on a pair of white shorts and a floral print chiffon blouse before leaving our bedroom and heading downstairs. I could hear Skyla talking to Alejandro about something, and it made me smile. I stopped at the archway that looked into the kitchen area, tilting my head as I watched Alejandro leaning against the counter and drinking coffee whilst Dante buttered some toast.
“Are you making Dante make the breakfast?” I asked, amused.
“No, but I had to since Dad here isn’t able to.” Dante frowned as he took the toast he had just buttered and gave his sisters two slices each.
“It’s called fucking survival skills,” Alejandro replied, smirking as Dante frowned, displeased, before he turned his burning gaze on me.
“Oops, one pound, Daddy,” Skyla exclaimed, holding her hand out.
That one was thrifty. She made an agreement with Alejandro that every time she heard him say ‘fuck’ or ‘fucking’, she would ask for a pound. The only thing is, it didn’t make Alejandro stop, and he never carried a pound around…
“This goes for the next fucking five,” Alejandro said, handing her a five-pound note.
