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Hearing the door creak open, I look up into the delighted face of James. His smile is so broad, it overtakes his whole face. Joy and pride light up his eyes. He’s clearly happy about his little pow wow with his boss- err- master? Yuck, even thinking that sounds like the beginning to a bad porno. No thanks, we’ll go with his boss.
“The master of the house will see you now, miss Alessandra.” He smiles.
I’m going to have to talk to him about this master shit. It’s giving me all the bad vibes. If I get stuck here, married to this guy for real, would that make me the mistress of the house? Ugh, no. Bad thoughts, can we just not? I have goosebumps from how bad that makes me feel all over.
Clearing my mind, I walk into the office, but refuse to look anywhere except the old butlers face yet. I don’t owe this guy my respect.
“Thank you James, I can take things from here.” I say to the old man, feeling the need for some privacy to face off with big bad.
“Of course, Miss. Call for me when you’re ready for an escort back to your sleeping quarters. Unless, of course, you find yourself preoccupied.” He gives me a knowing smirk.
Uh, what? My eyes widen slightly at the insinuation. My body locking up tight and my gaze narrows as I glare at him while he leaves me alone with the masked man in the office. Although, when I finally look his way, his desk chair is turned away from me at the moment and I have no idea if he’s actually wearing his mask right now.
“So, are you ever going to show me your face or-”
“Drink?” He cuts me off, rasping his question at me in that smokey baritone voice of his, standing up abruptly and moving to the drink cart in the back corner of his spacious office.
“Water if you have it, otherwise, no.” I say, knowing having a drink is likely a bad idea.
He shrugs a shoulder in response and gets to work pouring drinks. I take the time to look him over from behind, both nervous and anxious to finally see his face when he turns around. He wore a fitted dark gray suit today and from the looks of things, he wears it well. His suit jacket is slung carelessly over the back of the rich, dark leather chair at his desk. His crisp black button up shirt has the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showcasing the crazy number of tattoos that cover his arms. He has a strong build, his back muscles visible against the tight dress shirt that is tucked into equally fitted, black suit pants. I’m not gonna lie, that ass is fine.
I still hate him, but I can admit when someone is attractive. His hair looks to be on the longer side. Longest on the top and slicked back out of his face. I can’t quite tell but if I had to guess, I’d assume it’s styled similar to that of a greaser back in the day. I don’t have a clear view of his face and he’s made sure to dim the lights a bit before I came in here but I think there’s a hint of stubble along his jaw. Just thinking about how attractive he might be, makes me think of my handsome guys back home. I will not cry again but fuck if I don’t miss them with every breath I take.
Closing me eyes, I breathe in… two… three… four. I breathe out… two… three... four.
I can smell him, before I feel his presence. His clean soap scent, overwhelming my senses. He’s right up in my space now and I know that I need to open my eyes and face the monster that’s hidden in the shadows all these years. I give myself one extra moment before I slowly open my eyes to his broad chest.
I look downward to the movement of him handing me a glass of ice cold water, reaching out to take it. Once I have the glass in my hands, I slowly move my eyes up the length of his body, the body that was pressed up against me not that long ago. The electrically charged air swirls around us as I look at his hands, his arms, his chest and neck.
Noticing that he has one long stemmed black rose tattooed to the right side of his neck. His ears are gauged, not too big, just enough to give him a little more edge. I look at his defined, stubbled jaw and thick, full lips. I look at his strong, straight nose that’s pierced on both sides with two small diamond studs. But it’s when I make my eyes meet his that I can’t hold back the gasp that falls from my lips or the glass that falls from my hand.
“Oh. My. God…”
I speak the words so softly; I have no idea if they made their way into the universe. A stray tear leaks from my eye without permission as I look up into the eyes that are as familiar to me as my own. Those that mirror the eyes of the man I love.
“Ciao, mi amore.” He allows the intimate low rasp of his voice to caress me like a long lost lover, overwhelming every one of my senses.
“Oh, fuck...” It escapes before I can stop it and then I pass out into the arms of this familiar stranger.
Chapter Eight
Alessandra
Opening my eyes I find myself looking deep into the sparkling emerald gaze that I could spend the rest of my life peering into. He’s watching me sleep, just like he used to. I’d often times wake up to Matteo, Cohen or Noah just blissfully watching over me as I slept, sometimes softly grazing my arms, shoulders, neck or face, like they couldn’t help themselves. Their need to touch me overwhelming them so much that it was worth the risk of pulling me from my peaceful sleep.
“‘Teo… God, I’ve missed you.” I feel tears leaking out of my eyes when I reach my hand up to touch his stubbled jaw. He normally keeps his face a little more clean cut but the new beard growth looks disarmingly good on him.
“Don’t cry baby. I’m here.” He rasps, wiping the slow trickle of tears from my face.
“The guys will be here soon as well, but do you know what I want to do to you in the meantime?” He asks, smirking sinfully like the dark devil he is.
He moves down the length of my body, taking my panties and pants with him, drawing out small whimpers from me thanks to the little touches he draws from his fingers.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He rasps.
He builds every ounce of anticipation he can and It’s working because every inch of me feels like a trail of fire licks across each sliver of skin he uncovers. When he gets down to my thighs, he pushes them open as wide as he can, licking me from bottom to top, before placing a kiss right on my clit. He gives no other warning before he devours me.
Without wasting anymore time, he dives his face into my pussy, eating me like I’m his last meal. His teasing on my clit only serves to drive my desire for him higher. My vision becomes hazy and I feel like I’m losing all control as I thrust my fingers into his hair and shove his face further into my pussy, while he fucks me proper with his tongue. My back bows off of the bed as I breathily moan his name.
