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Licking my lips and smiling at how I made him feel, I reclined fully into the comfort of the cushioned chair and parted my legs a little. Partly because I wanted to tease him some more, and partly because my cunt was still sore from the python that had vandalized it.
He'd make a nice bottom with his timid demureness and soft, young features.I thought abusively towards the young chauffeur. I couldn't for some time fathom how my core still ached for more when it almost met its doomsday earlier.
All through the ride, I kept my eyes closed and legs inching open till they fully exposed my throbbing flesh. I didn't put on underwear...not even before leaving the house.Whatever the driver did with whatever information he just received from my open legged, close eyed smile, he kept to himself and didn't act on it...not like I wanted him to. Like I thought earlier...bottom.
We got to the house early enough. The day hadn't broken yet, but work seemed to be in its full pace in the mob house. None of my business.
One of these days...,I thought to myself.I'd check out that warehouse.I looked over at the warehouse behind the mansion. You'd miss it if you didn't look hard enough into the trees, and I only got it even in the darkness because I had been eyeing it for some time. It seemed more of a factory where they produced men than actual drugs. There might not have been up to fifty men there, but they moved around so much, you'd be convinced there was a concentration camp of men in overalls and suits in there.
I exited the car after giving the driver a warm complementary rub on the shoulder. I would've staked him for later, but I had already decided the moment I stepped into the house, that I would have nothing physical to do with anyone in the mafia house. It was when I began the short trek to the house that I realized how much trouble I was in. I could barely walk without looking like I was the victim of a gang rape as depraved of intercourse as I was.
"Mother of the year. Welcome," the jeer hit me.
It can only get worse from here.I sighed mentally and stared back at his pestiferous orbs when I entered my room.
"What are you doing in my room, Alessandro?" I breathed tiredly, exaggerating to avoid long talks. Artemis, who was awake, jumped down off his lap and ran to me.
"What are you doing awake, Artemis?" I moaned further. She started to say something, but Alessandro's voice prevailed over hers.
"She is awake at this time because she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find her mother!"
There was a short silence after. I waited for him to go on, but he didn't seem to take the cue, so I had to egg him on.
"So?" I continued with my dull, tired walk to the bed and crashed into it, cranking out a long deeply satisfied groan. Artemis helped too, when she climbed on my back - something she enjoyed doing - and made doughnuts with her hands and knees. Now that my back was fully stretched, I could feel a little relief ease the tension in my vertebrae. Now, a shower would do a little for the soreness of my cunt.
"So?" Alessandro's voice took a higher crescendo than I have ever heard, I had to crane my head to see if it was actually him talking. "She was balling for nearly two hours straight and no one could open the door! I had to come in here myself and comfort the poor thing. She's been with me for the past three hours."
"Okay. She's with me now, you can go," I dismissed casually and turned over, throwing Artemis from myself. Alessandro, feeling very 'daddy-like' jumped in to catch her as if she was going to fall off a cliff and not my back. I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary overprotectiveness and kept breathing to ease my fatigue.
"Even being with you, she doesn't seem so safe," he muttered.
"Get out, Alessandro."
"No."
"Fine. Stay then. Just shut the fuck up, please. I need to sleep," I groaned and grabbed the sheets, using them to cover my entirety.
"Why are you doing this, Sienna?" He asked in a voice that made me want to slap the shit out of his stupid handsome face for sounding so philosophical. "Why are you so intent on not making the most out of yourself? You have a young, beautiful life ahead of you and yet, you choose to..."
"Don't you dare pull the 'I'm irresponsible' card on me." My voice puffed through the comforter. "I had a job. A life before you came back with your masochistic sociopathy and took it away from me."
"Ten dollars an hour is not a life, Sienna."
"Well, it'smylife," I asserted.
"You know your problem?" his voice took a fed-up tone. "You're selfish. You only do things for no one but yourself. You only think of no one but yourself," he spat.
"And you?" I challenged "The almighty Alessandro Christ. Always thinking about anyone and everyone because he's always had time to. Why would I not be selfish? When was I made to think about myself and how imperfect I was for the first five years of my adolescence?"
What did he even know about me that would have given him the reason to confront me with such valid criticism?
"It doesn't matter. You're a mother now and you're supposed to act like one. You're now around people that don't think of you as imperfect." He pressed.
"Oh really? A poor gambling drunk I was to you and now you want to say you never thought of me as imperfect?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Could you just let that go?" he said, even when I hadn't finished what I was saying, effectively mixing up our voices, though each one must have heard the other perfectly.
"You're not setting a good example. Artemis is in her formative years. These are her most important," he continued when I made no effort to expiate my accusation. I was hurt too.
