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“Drake… please…”
“It’s okay, bella. You have my permission to make yourself come in the shower. Do you feel how hard I am just thinking about you? I want you to caress your soapy breasts and reach your other hand between your legs, parting your pussy lips as you play with yourself.” Drake demonstrated, stroking her with his hands as he sucked her ear lobe into his mouth. “Will you do it for me, Alessandra? Will you be rough, pretending it’s my fingers buried deep inside you? How many will you use?”
Drake’s words scrambled Alessandra’s brain, and she trembled with need. Wetness dripped down her thigh as she teetered on the edge and would splinter any moment. Drake’s hand came down again, and she screamed.
“Please, Drake. I need to come,” she sobbed.
“Time for your shower. Don’t forget to thank me when you come.”
Alessandra did just that, relishing in the ownership Drake took of her body as she replayed the scene in the hallway. She touched herself, pretending it was her husband’s fingers bringing her pleasure. His hard cock pressed against her ass as she leaned into his muscular chest. Her eyes fluttered shut when his breath ghosted across her skin, gliding along her neck and collarbone.
When Alessandra entered the kitchen, Drake approached her with a steaming cup of coffee. Their eyes locked as their fingers brushed.
“Thank you. This is just what I need after my hot shower.”
“You look nice. How are you feeling?”
Alessandra’s dressed-down appearance was nothing compared to Drake’s navy suit.
“I’m not going to lie. Considering what happened in court, I’m a little nervous about seeing my brother.”
“It’s not your fault, Alessandra. He’ll forgive you because he loves you. I’m in the office today, so I’ll have my phone if you need anything. I’ll see you later.”
Drake’s support meant a lot to her. They’d made progress in their relationship, but Alessandra knew once she dropped Luca’s threat, things would spiral again.
“Drake, there’s something we need to discuss. Can we talk tonight?”
“Of course. Let’s have dinner together. I really have to run now, dolcezza,” Drake said, glancing at his watch.
He leaned across the counter and kissed Alessandra’s forehead quickly before heading out the door.
Alessandra sighed as she finished her cup of coffee, alone with her thoughts.
***
Chapter Fifteen
The barbed wire-topped fence surrounding the Cook County Jail where Marcello was incarcerated always depressed Alessandra. She hated that the brother she loved more than anyone else was behind these brick walls. He was denied bail during trial due to his affiliation. If he was convicted, he would move to the state penitentiary.
She placed her keys and phone in a tray before walking through the metal detector into a cold waiting room. She approached the counter and handed her ID to the unenthusiastic guard. Alessandra was still determining if she should sign in as Walker or Russo. As proud as she was to be Mrs. Drake Walker, it still felt like an act of rebellion.
As she waited to be called, she sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair and avoided making eye contact with the tattooed individual who leered at her a few seats away. During her Tuesday visits, she usually had a chat with the guard. However, she missed last week’s visit due to her honeymoon. And while she’d seen Marcello in court a few days prior, she couldn’t wait another week to visit her brother.
Finally, her name was called, and she followed the guard into a small conference room. Their father had pulled strings that allowed for private visits instead of sitting at the video monitors where conversations were recorded.
Marcello was led in through the door, dressed in a black turtleneck and trousers, with handcuffs as an accessory. The guard removed them and informed them they had fifteen minutes before leaving. Alessandra noticed her brother rubbing his wrists once the cuffs came off. She knew how painful restraints could be, and her own wrists throbbed in sympathy.
“It’s good to see you, baby sister. How are you?”
Marcello looked tired and worn down, with loosely-fitting clothes suggesting he had lost some weight. They put on fake smiles to appease each other before sitting down.
“Hey, big brother. I can’t believe they let you dress up for little ol’ me,” she said with a giggle, adopting a sweet Southern twang.
“I told them I had a very important visitor today. No prison jumpsuit for my guest, only the best.” He laughed. “I wish I could give you a big hug. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. How are you doing? Do you need anything? I’m really sorry about what happened in court.”
“Don’t be sorry. The important thing is your happiness. Is he treating you well?”
