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“You don’t have to worry,” I continue. “Even with me gone, you’ll be safe. Always. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Interesting. Do you keep everyone you hate safe?”
“No.” I grind my teeth. “Just you.”
I watch the maelstrom in Alessandro’s eyes. I’ve been too focused on his cruel words and his behavior, believing that he doesn’t give a fuck about me. I should have paid more attention to his eyes. It’s easy to lie with words and actions, but eyes always reveal the truth. And there is no hate in his now. It hasn’t been there for quite some time. A different emotion lurks amid the anger and frustration. It’s despair. I don’t know what’s going on in that thick head of his or the reasons for his lies.
“Are they for my sake, or yours?” I ask.
“What?” His thumb glides to the corner of my mouth, tracing over the shape of my lips.
“The lies, Alessandro. Are they for me or for you?”
His hand stills and his body stiffens at my words.
“They’re for me,” he says. His voice comes out sullen.
I want to leave him to his falsehoods, but I can’t make myself turn away. He’ll be gone in less than a week, as soon as he kills my husband. I may have missed out on college, but I’m far from stupid. The conversation he had with the biker revealed enough for me to put two and two together.
The thought of Rocco dead should excite me because I’ll finally be free. But instead of reveling in that hopeful future, the only thing I feel is dread. With Rocco gone, Alessandro will be also.
“You know what?” I take a step closer, plastering myself to him. The proof of his lack of indifference presses into my stomach. “Both you and your lies can go to hell.”
I turn on my heel, intending to walk out on him just as he did with me, when his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me to his body.
“I’m already in hell, Ravi,” His free hand slips inside the waistband of my shorts and cups my pussy. “I’ve been there for a while.”
A moan escapes me, and I grab his forearm as his finger slides inside my folds, teasing, driving deeper with every stroke. His thumb moves to my clit, applying small pressure.
“My descent began the moment I set my eyes on you.” Another stroke over my pussy, and then he lifts me off the ground and carries me across the room. “And with each look, with every delicate touch, I fell further into the abyss.”
He stops in front of the cushioned bench set in front of the bookshelf, letting my feet touch the soft upholstery and keeping his finger buried deep. His breath fans my hair and tickles my nape as he takes a whiff of my scent. With his other hand, he peels my shorts and panties from my body.
I whimper when his finger leaves my pussy, but mewl feeling his huge cock at my ass. With shaky hands, I grab the bookshelf before me, bracing myself against its solid form.
A kiss lands on the middle of my back. Excruciatingly slow, his lips glide up my spine, all the way to my shoulder blades. My breathing hitches with each reverent touch as I await what’s coming next.
I press my forehead to the bookshelf and widen my stance. Alessandro’s rough palms sweep around my ribcage and then down my stomach to my mound. Every cell in my body is humming, a tight coil ready to spring free. All I need is to have him inside me. When his cock finally slides home, I almost come at that very moment. My pussy clenches around his girth, and tremors rack my body, making it hard to stand. I let go of the bookshelf and wrap my fingers around his right wrist to guide his hand up around my throat.
“I want you to hold me here,” I whisper.
If it was anyone else but him, I’d be too ashamed to even ask. Afraid they’d think I’m a basket case, damaged and fucked in the head, begging to be treated in the same manner as her abusive husband had done.
Alessandro’s body stills behind me. “Why?”
“Because having your hand wrapped around my neck and knowing you would never do me harm turns me on,” I say. “It makes me feel safe.”
He doesn’t move for a few more moments, but then his large fingers wrap around my throat. “Like this?”
His hold is too lax, just barely there. I wish it was more snug.
“I asked you a question, Ravi,” he says right next to my ear.
“I need it a little tighter. Please.” I pant, then bite my lip. “Do you think I’m nuts for asking?”
“Never say that again, Ravenna.” The hold on my neck draws tighter, making me moan. “Better?”
A pleasant shiver races through my body. I nod.
