Alessandro (Obsessed Alpha Book 6) Page 3

  “No, my sweet woman. No ex-wife. My family owned a vineyard just outside of the city when they were forced to sell it to the mafia. I came home from college to find them dead and the vineyard owned by the Petrucci family.” Isabella gasped as tears formed in her eyes for my own pain. I hated and loved as the tears slipped down her feminine face. Swiping her tears away with my thumb, I continued, “Needless to say, I had a choice to make. Stand up for my family and avenge their deaths, or flee Italy with my tail between my legs and never return.”

  “Are they all gone?”

  “No. Not all. I only took out those who actually killed my parents and their boss, who orchestrated it. Others learned to either stay clear of me or become loyal.”

  “So, you’re a mob boss.” I could see the hint of fear, but her curiosity seemed more significant.

  I took her hand in mine, rubbing her pulse, which sped up. “Not quite. I just own and run many things around here, but I don’t have any illegal activities. Well, except for the occasional dead body.”

  “Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

  “My parents' deaths tipped my hand, and I received immunity for it because I freed the police force from the chains the mafia had on them.”

  “Oh.” She relaxed. Did she fear my possible incarceration?

  “Does this all scare you? Do I scare you?” I’d do whatever I had to prove that I would never hurt her.

  “No. Surprisingly, not at all. You saved me…unless…that was some ruse to make you look like a hero.” She raised her brow, glaring at me while fighting the urge to smile.

  “Fuck no. God, I’d never been so scared in my life.” I brought her hand to my lips and then kissed it. She had no idea what she meant to me. A part of me was angry with the suspicion, but it was fair to say that she didn’t know me. However, I knew my own heart, and it belonged solely to her.

  We finished our meal in almost complete silence as I watched her eat. With every bite, she let out the slightest moan that went straight to my balls. I swore she was intentionally doing it. Then she dropped a little sauce on one of her breasts that peeked out of her shirt. Leaning forward, I licked the spot clean and then sucked on her supple flesh, leaving my mark on her.

  “I’m ready for bed, Alessandro.” She didn’t look tired. In fact, she looked hungry and not for any more food.

  “Then let us go to bed,” I growled, standing up and letting her see what she did to me.

  “You don’t mind.” Her eyes lingered on my cock, which stretched out the material of my shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

  “I’d let you have anything you want, especially when you look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” She played innocent, but the way she licked her lips, I ached to shove my cock in her mouth and show her what she was doing to me.

  “Like you want to grab my cock and slip it between your lips or deep in your pussy.”

  “Am I that easy to read?”

  “I’m simply good at reading people, Isabella. Are you really tired, or do you want to have our dessert in bed?

  “Depends what’s for dessert.”

  “Each other.” I didn’t wait for an answer. The sexy gleam in her eyes was all I needed. Picking her up and flipping her over my shoulder, I raced to the bedroom with her giggling the entire way.

  Chapter Six

  Isabella

  He gently laid me down on the bed with his body straddling over mine, lust in his eyes. “What do you want, Isabella?” His voice, thick with need, created more desire pulsing through my veins.

  “I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to remember what it feels like to have your hands caressing me.”

  “You won’t have to remember because I’ll be doing it for the rest of our lives.”

  “I leave in a week,” I reminded him. Just to spend time with him would be the only reason to extend my stay.

  He stopped touching me and sat back on his calves. “The fuck if you think that is going to work. Right now, I’m going to eat your pussy, and then I’m going to bury my thick cock deep inside your needy center completely bare so that when we come together, my seed coats your womb, making our little one. I’m not going to just let you walk out of my life.”

  “What if you change your mind?” I knew that what we were doing was wild and impetuous, but my feelings took over my reason. I hoped that truly meant what he said.

  “Not going to happen.” He shook his head slightly with a confidence that made my heart do flips.

  “If the sex is bad…”

  He chuckled then ground his hips into mine, letting me feel his thick cock and how close he really was. “I’m about to nut right now, Isabella. Fuck, if you even touch it, I might shoot my load before I get anywhere near your pussy.”

  “But I’m a virgin.”

  “All the better. That means you’re all mine. Everything you learn will be at my hands. You come only to me when you’re horny, and as your man, your future husband, I will grant all your needs. Pleasing you has become my number one priority.”

  “You’re one smooth talker, Alessandro.”

  “That’s because I’m Italian, amore—” He winked at me and smirked, playfully before he became serious. “—and more importantly, it’s true You’re mine to care for. Lie back and let me prove it to you.” He grabbed the hem of my shorts and dragged them down my legs, slipping them off with my panties.

  I should have felt embarrassed at how wet I was, but the way he licked his lips made me bold. I parted my legs, giving him a full shot of my cunt soaking the sheets. “Take off your top now, or I’m going to rip it off.” I crossed my arms and grabbed the edge, dragging it over my head. I could see the mark on my chest, reminding me what his mouth could do. I felt the gush of liquid drip from my heated slit. I needed him, and I needed him now.

  “The bra as well, amore. I want to see your breasts that will be filled with milk when my babies come.” I reached around and tugged the clasps free, letting it fall off my shoulders and then tossed it on the floor.

  “Is that better, Alessandro?”

  “Yes,” he growled and then leaned in, kissing me fiercely. His tongue explored mine before he pulled back and moved his lips down my neck to my chest, sucking and licking every inch of my skin. The feel of his tongue on my nipple shot through me, and I arched my back rolling my body under his. With a soft laugh, he moved to the other while his hand slid down my stomach and through my curls, rubbing gently along my lower lips.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He pushed a finger inside, testing my tight pussy. “Time to let me feast.” He lowered his body, so his shoulders were between my legs and his face primed right at my heat. I had no shame as he took his first taste of me. Growling, he threw my legs over his shoulders and pumped one finger into me.

  My head rolled back onto the pillow, and I was a goner, coming hard for the first time. He sips my juices like a glass of fine wine and then sets my legs down and moves over me. His thick cock in one hand and the other bracing his weight off me, he got into position. “You’re the best thing I have ever tasted, amore. I could drink from between your thighs every day, but now I need to claim what’s mine.” He pierced my entrance, slowly working inside. “You’re so fucking tight, and it’s only for me. I’m doing my best not to come yet. I want your honeyed flavor on my cock as I give you my seed.”

  “Fuck me, Alessandro,” I pled.

  With a growl, he let go of his restraint and slammed fully into me. The pain was intense, but it was mostly gone by the time I took my next breath.

  He stilled himself, and then I felt the flooding feeling as he came inside of me. “Your innocence broke both of us.” Alessandro had no intention of stopping though because his mouth was on mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me with fierce possession. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  “Good, because I’m not done with you in the slightest.”
He rocked his hips back and forth, pulling in and out of me. Suddenly my body was climbing higher and higher as my pussy fluttered around his cock. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Oh, Alessandro, oh God. I’m coming again.”

  “Come on me. Drag my seed from me.” He picked up his pace, slamming into me until he bellowed out his own release, filling me up. His body rested on mine for a minute before he pulled out and rolled to the side. I missed his heat over me, so I gladly turned into his arms. He held me until I passed out.

  Chapter Seven

  Alessandro

  Waking up hours before the sun was up, I got to work planning our future together. I wanted a wedding this week. My patience was slim to none. Contacting all the people who owed me a favor, I had my future wife’s citizenship good and ready to go. As soon as we signed the marriage certificate, she would become legally an Italian and US citizen. She was going to be surprised to learn all I had planned, but I’d been serious when I buried my seed deep inside her, soaking her womb to create our future family.

  “Alessandro, your bride is looking for you,” Cosimo said in Italian as he came into the room.

  “Please tell me she has clothes on.”

  “Yes, but not enough I’m sure.” I was on my feet to find my woman and bring her the suitcase from the hotel room.

  “Amore,” I called out. She came to the stairs. “What are you doing out of the room dressed like that?” She had on one of my dress shirts that hung down to the middle of her thighs that lifted when she moved her arms.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes from yesterday.”

  “I had them washed.”

  “Sir, here.” Cosimo handed me the suitcase while keeping his eyes directed away from Isabella.

  “Is that my suitcase?” She pointed at the black hard shell.

  “Yes,” I said, climbing the stairs and leading her back to our room.

  “Why did he have it?”

  “Because I asked one of the housekeeping staff to pack up your things. Please go through it to make sure that everything is accounted for. I don’t know when we’ll be going back there so I wanted you to have what you needed for now.”

  “He took my things from the hotel.”

  “Technically the female staff did. I’d kill another man if he touched your panties.”

  She shook her head letting a soft chuckle out. “I should be annoyed, but I find it sexy that you get so jealous over another man touching my things.”

  “Well that’s because I’m crazy about you.”

  “Good then please find me some coffee while I get dressed please.” She kissed my nose and then closed the bedroom door on me.

  “Fuck me. I’m in love,” I sighed, turning on my heel to make her coffee.

  When she came down, I made her American style coffee. I had it a couple of times when visiting New York and my friend Maxim outside of Chicago. It’s good, but I preferred espresso.

  “Good morning, amore,” I greeted my beautiful Isabella.

  “Good morning to you. It smells so good in here.” She released a moan that shot straight to my cock. I’d been rock hard since I saw her two days ago. Had it really only been two days? It felt like I’d known her forever. Being inside her only fueled my lust for more.

  I handed her the mug, sliding behind her to breathe her in. “You smell good.”

  She scoffs. “I smell like you.”

  “I know, and everyone else will know it too.”

  “Where is everyone?” The house was mostly empty. My chef went to relax for a bit while I took care of Isabella’s needs myself.

  “I told them to beat it.” She gave me a questioning look. “Why? Do you not like my company?”

  Her hand pressed onto my chest, rubbing my pecs. “I’m not saying that. I’d just expected your mansion to be loaded with staff.”

  “They don’t make their presence known most of the time, especially now that I’ve brought my future wife here.” I’d never brought anyone home, so most of them were shocked even after being warned about Isabella before we arrived at the villa.

  “Where are we by the way?” she asked

  “Just outside Naples in my family vineyard I mentioned.”

  “Ooh, so do you have your own winery?”

  “Si. Do you want to see it?” I loved seeing interest in her eyes when it came to my home. I wanted to share it with her. We came from different sides of the world. I’d been to her hometown several times over the years, so I knew I’d have a lot of convincing if she loved the noise of the city.

  “Sure. I mean I don’t drink, but I find it interesting anyway.”

  “Good, we’ll be passing it on to our children one day when we’re old and grey.”

  “Speak for yourself, they sell hair dye for a reason, buddy.” She winked and earned a kiss.

  I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I had to touch her every damn chance I got. My need was obsessive. “Fine, it does not matter. You will always be beautiful to me.”

  “You’re going to make me fall in love with you.”

  “Good. That is the plan.” Taking her hand in mine, we left the house and drove down to the winery just past the vineyards. We entered the restaurant through the main entrance so Isabella could get the feel of the place. “Amore, this will all be yours soon.”

  “No, it won’t.”

  “It will be ours,” I relented which seemed to appease her.

  “Buongiorno, Signore DiMarco,” Santorini said, trying to hide the surprise of seeing me with a woman. He ran the restaurant and winery for me and was the best manager any owner could ask for.

  “Buongiorno. My fiancé and I will be taking a tour.” He nodded and we walked through the main dining area as I described a typical day. Moving into the back, I showed the four dozen aged oak barrels we used for our wine.

  “How many gallons does each barrel hold?”

  “They hold sixty. We have ten oak barrels per year more or less depending on the yield of grapes.” I walked her around, showing her the dates stamped into the barrels. She ran her hand along the wood as she followed me. “We allow the wine time to age for no less than eighteen months, some we have aged for six years. Only half the barrels are used from each year so that some will be older when bottled.”

  “It sounds so interesting.”

  “Thank you. I want you to take in as much as you can about our future. Can you see yourself living here?” I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her to me,

  She looked up at me with a soft, genuinely sweet smile. “I can see myself anywhere you are.”

  “Good. Because that’s the way that it should be,” I whispered, dipping my head to taste her lips.

  “What if I’d said no?” she questioned with a sass that deserved a slap on her pert, round ass.

  “Then I’d convince you to stay. If that didn’t work, I’d tie you to the bed or handcuff you to me.”

  Her eyes widened in shock and I thought I pushed her too far, but then she smirked and added, “Shit, I think I’d like to change my answer.”

  “Too late, amore, but I’ll still take pleasure in convincing you to give me everything—including your heart.” I knew she wasn’t ready to profess her love and I wasn’t sure I’d believe her even though I was certain that I’d been struck by love the second she pushed the doors open.

  I flipped her around and pressed her up against the rack of barrels, covering her with my own body. “What I’d like to do to you right here,” I whispered in her ear.

  “What is that?”

  “I’ll save it for when the winery is closed because the thought of anyone else hearing you scream as you come is unacceptable, but I will tell you this. I’m going to bend you over one of these barrels, eat your pussy then slam into you repeatedly until the wine is blessed with our cries of passion.

  “Then maybe we should get back to the house so you can do your convincing thoroughly.”

  “That
my dear is exactly what I’m going to do.”

  We skipped the meal because she wanted my cock deep in her and fuck if I’d pass that up for food. The winery and restaurant was ours forever. We had to get in all the orgasms we could before the babies came and made it hard to fuck any time we wanted.

  Chapter Eight

  Isabella

  We only made it inside the door before he had me pinned to the wall, flipping my skirt over my back, and pumping two fingers into my folds until I coated them. The sound of his zipper sliding down sent another round of juices to my aching heat. I wanted him in me, and I didn’t have to wait long. Picking me up, he lined his cock with my entrance and slammed into me. I pressed my face to the front door, absorbing each slide of his meat banging my insides. “Alessandro,” I said, purring his name like a cat wanting to be petted. He reached around and rubbed his thumb against my clit. My knees locked as I clenched around his shaft.

  “Say it again, amore. Call out the man who’d do anything for you.”

  “Alessandro, please. Give it to me. I’m so close to coming.”

  “Stay with me forever.” He spanked my pussy and I came hard. “Yes. Yes. Alessandro.”

  With one more deep pump he emptied every drop of his seed in me. With his mouth on the back of my neck, he bit slightly, and I knew that he was marking me as his. It was subtle and wouldn’t leave a mark, but my soul felt it. Like a wild animal biting onto his mate as he mounted her. Alessandro was breeding me, demanding I bring in the next generation with him.

  I tilted my head, giving him more of me to latch onto and he took it. Licking, nipping, and kissing me until I was squeezing his semi-hard cock again.

  “Let’s take this upstairs. The staff knows to be scarce when you’re with me, but I’d hate to have to kill one of my men for seeing you in the throes of passion.” He pulled out of me, and the feeling wasn’t pleasant. I almost felt bereft. He tucked himself in and zipped up before swooping me into his arms and carrying me up the large staircase to his bedroom. We fucked all day long, having food brought up to us. It was magical.