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I strutted over to him and took a comfortable seat on his lap, much to the surprise of everyone there and to Alessandro's dismay. "I guess I'll just watch, then. I promise I didn't peek at anyone's holding." Before anything could get started, Alessandro immediately took to his feet, almost letting the poor girl fall to the ground and headed straight for me. I grinned as he approached.
He threw me up on my feet with my arms like I was paper weight and began pulling me away from the casino.
"Hey, Boss, where are you taking her? The betting round is almost done," one of the players whined.
"Fabricio, prendi la mia puntata. Puoi continuare senzre di me."Even though I was fuming, I found his Italian language sexy, especially coming from his voice. We walked across the bar into some specialized cubicles used for'private purposes'even though it felt like five or so steps due to how I was flying from Alessandro's pull.
"You can't just be in there, you stubborn..." he growled when we were finally inside the enclosed space.
"What was that?" I quizzed; the anger now written all over my face.
"I told Fabricio to take my stakes. I just abandoned a big betti..."
"Not that, you idiot! That girl! Who was that girl?" I yelled at him. I could tell from the deep intonation on his face, he didn't see that coming.
"A stripper?" he answered causally.
"A stripper?" I reiterated with exasperation.
"Yes."
"Alessandro, a stripper!"
"Yes, what's the problem? Can I not have strippers sit on my lap?" The confusion on his face made me angrier.
"No! Not when we're...you know what, forget about it. I'm really sorry I ruined your game..." I began walking out of the cubicle. I was going to drown in ethanol tonight, but he pulled me back.
"We're what?" He edged his face close to mine. I took a deep faltering breath and pushed him away from my face.
"Nothing, Alessandro. We're nothing." I turned to leave and had started walking away when I heard him say, "You're jealous."
At this point, if I had the strength, I would have decapitated him.
"Of course I'm jealous!!" I seethed and came back into the cubicle. "I'm angry and sad and disappointed and..."
He silenced me with a deep gnawing kiss. "And I'm sorry," he said when he finally pulled out. He let his face linger on mine a little. Our noses rubbed against each other, and our breaths became one.
"You forgive me?" he asked amidst the pants.
"Kiss me first," I demanded and burst myself into him once again. I couldn't bring myself to keep being angry at this point. All I wanted was him. His face, his lips...his tongue. His body.
He moved his hands all over me. The red-light excuse of a gown that I wore did nothing to hide my body from his scandalous touches. They set my skin alight as he trailed through, starting with my thighs. He moved his hands up my skin and groped firmly, my ass that was now exposed under his touch. I moaned into his mouth when he did, feeling the aching sensations of arousal claw at my insides. I couldn't take it anymore. Something had to be done. Here and now.
"Alessandro..." I drawled out his name, making sure to roll the 'r' and give it that needy twang. I felt his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of my soft behind and knead them properly, like they were two mounds of dough. Even though I enjoyed the rear massage, what I needed from him wasn't rear. It was deep in me.
"Stop calling my name like that," he husked when we broke our kiss. "I won’t be able to control myself."
I didn't want him to control himself though. Far, far from it. I wanted him to let loose...inside me.
God! I've never craved a man this much.
"Alessandro...!" I drew his name again in defiance. Without delay, I received a spank on my ass before he held it tight in his hands again. I yelped, but turned it into a fit of aroused laughter, before beginning my trail down his hairless face and jawline.
"We should stop," he suggested when I started undoing the buttons of his shirt that was already almost half undone bydefault. I shook my head and buried my face in the crook of his neck, drinking his scent. Finally!
This, he took as a cue to continue the atrocious act and moved his hands from my rear to my front. He pulled the straps of my dress and bra down at the same time and stood back to look at me. Not wanting him to spend so much time judging my body, I tried to close the distance between us again, but he held me in place...with my breasts.
"Wow." He breathed. "They're much better than I thought." He played with them in his hands, and I watched him in awkward silence for a second or two before closing my eyes in an instant and letting out a mixture of a squeal and a moan. He tweaked my nipples! Who on earth does that? It wasn't a hard tweak, but it was enough to catch me by surprise. In the next moment, he brought his face closer to my breasts and took one into his mouth, sucking vigorously almost like he was drinking from a tap. I held his shoulder and arched my back as the lightning of raw pleasure tore through my brain, clouding my vision momentarily.
