Alessandro (Obsessed Alpha Book 6) Page 4

  After our day in bed, he had to go back to working full time and I only saw him before and after his long day. He’d fuck me until I passed out. It was the day of my flight back to Chicago and Alessandro hadn’t brought up staying here again. It seemed like he completely forgot about it all.

  Did he want me here permanently or was it just a fun week of wild sex? He wasn’t going to be back from work in town until late, so I decided it was best to walk around the little village outside of the villa. I walked down the street and felt the evil glares of women. Cosimo had come with me, but I asked him to stop in and order me some food because I didn’t speak the language while I explored the little square. I’d gotten about two buildings away from the restaurant when a woman came up to me and pushed me against a wall.

  “Alessandro isn’t yours, Puttana. You stole my fiancé from me and our son.” She rubbed her swollen stomach and I’d nearly fainted.

  “He never said he had a baby mama.”

  “Of course he didn’t. He never does. I was just like you. A stupid girl visiting from another city when he seduced me, promising me the world. You’ll be just like me when he finds the next fool to fall for his charms.”

  Feeling sick and unsure. I fled. I couldn’t go back to the villa and face the memories and lies we shared. Thankfully, my purse had everything I needed to go back to America, so I hailed a taxicab and headed to the airport.

  Chapter Nine

  Alessandro

  I was just leaving my meeting with the police regarding the tour company who were also the people who robbed her hotel room. They’d been apprehended and would be charged. They already sold her belongings, but I’d buy her new ones. As soon as I got in the car, I powered my phone back on so I could call Cosimo. I had my proposal ready and waiting. I should have done it sooner, but work kept me so damn busy I didn’t find a perfect way to ask her to marry me. Immediately the texts popped up. She disappeared. Someone saw her get into a taxi.

  I’m at the airport. Isabella’s boarding her flight back to the States.

  I called him back after reading the messages. “What the fuck do you mean Isabella ran off and flew back home?”

  “Perdonami. I’m sorry. She asked me to get her some food and wanted to wait outside. I never expected her to run.”

  “Damn it. I didn’t think she’d do that to me either.” A pain shot through my chest and a burning sensation lingered. “Did you find out why?” I asked after catching my breath.

  “No, I rushed straight to the airport, figuring that would be the only place she would have gone.”

  “Smart. Stall the plane. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I was much closer to the airport than I was at home. “Book me a ticket if you have to.”

  I couldn’t lose her. I’d do whatever I had to do to keep Isabella, but I sure as fuck was going to spank her ass for running out on me without the decency to say why.

  My phone buzzed again. I answered it as I pulled into the airport parking lot.

  “I bought you a ticket, but the flight leaves in five minutes.”

  I rushed through the terminal and as soon as I saw Cosimo, I slipped him my gun as he gave me the ticket. My briefcase already had my passport in it with her new one that I ordered, so I could easily get past customs when we landed.

  Boarding the plane without preamble, I spotted Isabella easily since she was looking directly at me in the seat three rows from the front. The stewardess stepped up and told me to take my seat so we could get ready to depart, but I didn’t plan on sitting. I walked straight up to Isabella. “Get up now.”

  “No.”

  “Fine. Remember what I said before. I fucking meant it. Get up. This is your last chance to do it the easy way.”

  “Fine. I’ll be booking the next flight out of this place as soon as I can.”

  “We’ll see about that.” As soon as we exited the plane they closed the doors. I gripped her wrist and led her out of the airport to my car, where Cosimo was waiting. “Get in,” I barked and then turned to Cosimo. “Meet us back at the house.” When she got in, I locked the doors and then walked around to my side. Once inside, I grabbed her purse and then pulled out her passport, tearing it to pieces.

  “Oh, my God. Have you lost your fucking mind?”

  “Yes, but then again, so have you. What the fuck did you think you’d accomplish by leaving me?”

  “I want to be rid of you, Alessandro.” That pain in my chest was back with a fucking vengeance. “Why, amore? What did I do that was so bad? Do you miss being in America?”

  “What did you do? Maybe your old fiancé who is pregnant with your baby,” she hissed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, but she didn’t find it funny at all. “What the fuck is so damn funny?”

  “I’m not laughing because it’s funny. Well, I guess it is because there’s something I didn’t tell you.”

  “I don’t find anything funny about this scenario.”

  “It’s embarrassing, but you were my first.”

  “First? Like first, first. Like you were my first?”

  “Yes. So there’s no broad pretending to be pregnant with my kid.”

  “Oh my, but how?”

  “I was pretty old not to be experienced, but when my parents died, I closed off everyone while I sought my revenge. Then I became so hellbent on seeing to my success and filled with distrust that I never went on more than one date in ten years, and that was because I thought about needing someone to pass my legacy onto, but that was a waste of time. Online dating was a huge mistake, then you walked into my life, and I knew I’d do anything to keep you.”

  “I can’t believe it.”

  “You better believe it. I don’t want the world to know it because it makes me look weak, but I needed you to know the truth.”

  “Oh…”

  “That’s all you have to say?”

  “I don’t even know how to say I’m sorry. It was foolish of me. We didn’t really talk about us after our day in bed that I figured maybe you were getting bored with me, and then she seemed to know enough about me to accuse you of doing this to multiple women, and I was just the next in many.”

  “You’re my one and only.”

  “I’m sorry for overreacting.”

  “You know how you could make it up to me?”

  “How?”

  “You could marry me.”

  “You want to marry me even after this?”

  “Woman, I was willing to chase you all the way to Chicago. Now let’s go home and have a ceremony tomorrow so we can plan our honeymoon.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Yes. I would say today, but it’s too late to get everything prepared.”

  “I can’t believe you’re serious.”

  “You will be in less than twelve hours.”

  “What am I going to wear?”

  “I don’t care as long as you’re not naked.”

  “I…”

  “Just relax. Now about this woman who told you all that bullshit. Who is she? What does she look like?”

  “Well, she’s very pregnant and about my height with dark brown hair. Well, I guess that describes almost every woman in the area.”

  “Almost. I don’t know how many women are very pregnant in the village, but let’s have a look-see, shall we?”

  “That would be great.”

  We arrived just outside the piazza, and I walked Isabella around to find the lying twat. “Oh, my God. There she is, but wait—where’s her belly?”

  I looked at the woman and recognized her. “She was an employee until I caught her having an affair with one of my vineyard employees. His wife killed him in the fields after it. I had to deal with the cleanup, and she hated me for it.”

  “Wow. That’s fucked up. Now I want to kick her ass myself.”

  “No. I’ll deal with it.” We walked hand in hand over to Carlotta, who blanched the second she recognized us. Immediately she pressed her hand to her missing s
tomach. “Signorina Maestro, you are in a world of fucking trouble. You fucked with the wrong man. I told you that I wasn’t the man to mess with. If I find you anywhere near my wife ever again, I won’t leave it to the authorities.”

  “I’m sorry. I just…”

  “There’s no fucking excuse. Get your ass out of my village.” She turned around and fled.

  “Do you think she’ll stay gone?”

  “Yes, because I’ll put a tail on her to make sure she stays out of here. She’ll learn really quick what happens when you cause trouble for me. Now let me get you back home so I could punish you thoroughly for nearly giving me a heart attack.”

  “You did say something about tying me to the bed, I believe,” she said with a grin.

  “Yes, I did. Yes, I did.”

  Epilogue

  Alessandro

  A week later

  I closed the door, locking up the restaurant and winery for the night. Normally I wouldn’t do it, but I had plans that included Isabella screaming my name.

  “Isabella, amore? Where are you?”

  “Back here, Alessandro,” she called out in the barrel room. I stepped inside and watched as she grabbed the edge of her dress and lifted it over her head. “You promised to do me, and your wife needs you.”

  I pulled up a seat and sat two feet from her. “Continue with the show, amore.” Sitting with my legs open, I undid my belt and freed my cock from my slacks. She watched with greedy eyes as I stroked the length from base to tip and back down. “If you’re not going to continue undressing, then come over here and open your mouth.”

  She raised her brow then moved toward me with her hips swaying before dropping to her knees with her hands on my thighs. Her hand encircled my girth as she looked into my eyes. “I want you to strip me after I make you come down my throat.”

  I leaned over and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. “I want to see those sexy buds as you suck me off, amore.” She moaned and arched her back before dropping her head and slipping her lips over my shaft. I watched the head disappear and then back again as she popped it out of her mouth to tease me. Growling, I grabbed her long dark hair and the base of her skull to push her down onto my cock. “Suck, wife, or I’m going to fuck you without your treat.”

  Isabella loved sucking my cock almost as much as I enjoyed her doing it. The way she hummed around my rod went straight to my balls.

  Her tongue lapped at the underside over my vein before she took me back down again. Inch by inch, she choked herself on me. Drooling and coming off to clean up her mess before doing it all over again. I was on edge, but I wanted to come inside of her pussy so damn bad. I wanted to feel her tight walls squeezing every drop of seed from my heavy balls.

  “Enough. Get up and turn around. Lean over the barrel, cara.” She pouted when I pulled her off my shaft. “Don’t pout, amore. I want your pussy on my tongue before I come deep inside of you. Now bend over and give me my favorite vintage.” She bent over the barrel and parted her thighs. I stood up and followed her over, cupping her heat from behind, feeling how soaked she was. “See now, I’m going to have to shred these.”

  “Oh no,” she sighed, feigning regret. With a grunt, I tore the lace from her perfectly round ass and tucked the scraps into my pocket. Reaching between her thighs, I stroked her wet, slit. “Damn, you want it, don’t you? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to come on your face and then on your cock, amore,” she answered, looking back at me while rolling her hips.

  “You are a bad little girl.” I spanked her ass and then lowered to the ground. Lifting her juicy ass up, I slid my tongue into her folds, tasting her sweet flavor on my hungry taste buds. “Cream on me, Tesoro.” I pumped one finger into her sopping core, crooking my finger to stimulate her perfect spot. She popped her ass back and came with a passionate cry.

  “Alessandro, I love you,” she screamed as I rose to my feet and impaled her onto my cock.

  “I love you, Isabella.” I brushed her hair to one side over her shoulder and kissed her neck. “Ti amo, amore mia,” I whispered my adoration to her repeatedly as I fucked her tight pussy. The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the wine storage room.

  I cupped her breasts, plucking and squeezing her nipples. I wanted them in my mouth, but I’d save that for when we got home.

  “Come again for me, Isabella. I want my seed coating your pulsing pussy.”

  “Fuck, I’m coming again.” She reached back, wrapping her arm around my head. I kissed her lips and pumped my orgasm deep into her womb. I pulled away from her mouth and bit down on her shoulder. “You’re mine.” I loved marking her even though no one could see my handiwork, I knew it. Covered in sweat and still fully dressed, I finally forced myself to leave her warmth.

  After tucking myself into my pants, I grabbed her dress and bra and helped her get presentable. “You look thoroughly fucked,” I groaned against the pulse on her neck. “Are you satisfied, amore?”

  “Perfectly.”

  A Month Later

  Isabella

  I packed the last of my belongings that I planned to take with us back to Italy and then sat on my childhood bed. “I’m going to miss this place,” I sighed. My entire life had changed, and I was saying goodbye to my past while greedily racing toward my future. Both Alessandro and I knew that we couldn’t take life for granted, having lost our parents at a young age. I wanted a happily ever after with him more than I could express.

  I had a surprise for Alessandro that would change our status pretty quickly.

  “We don’t have to sell the house, Isabella.” I gazed up to see Alessandro standing in the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and looking devilishly sexy.

  “Oh, no. It’s not like we’d have a reason to come back here.”

  “No, but if you wanted to keep it, there’s no reason we can’t.”

  “No, Alessandro. I’m sure. Selling it is for the best.” He came into the room and scooped me off the bed and into his arms as he sat down. With my head on his shoulder, I released a contented sigh.

  “I’ll do anything to make you happy, Bella.”

  “Thank you, Alessandro. Speaking of making me happy, I have a surprise for you that I hope will make you extremely happy.”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “What?” He stood up and spun me around in his arms. “Yes. Yes. Grazie, cara mia.” We kissed and fell onto the bed, where we continued to celebrate until the middle of the night.

  The following evening, I slipped on my little black dress that Alessandro bought me in New York during our trip there.

  “Are you almost…” I turned my head to see Alessandro staring with his tongue out. “Bellissima, you look gorgeous. I don’t know if I want to cancel dinner.”

  “No. You are going to see your friend. You’ve spoken so much about him since we’ve been together that I can’t wait to meet him.” A low grumbling noise escaped his lips. “Oh come now. You can’t be jealous of him. I’m all yours.”

  “I don’t care, and you know it. You’re mine, and I can’t help myself when it comes to other men trying to steal you away.”

  “No one is trying to steal me away, but I do love the way you get territorial. Now let’s go before we’re late. I need to build up my strength for tonight.”

  “Well then,” he whispers against my ear, biting my lobe before bending down and scooping me into his arms. He rushed down the steps and out of the house to his vehicle where Cosimo sat waiting for us.

  Once we were inside, he put up the divider and then slid his hands between my thighs until he reached my soaked panties. With slow deliberate strokes, he whispered a warning, “Don’t get too loud or I’ll take my hand away.”

  “Maybe you should keep my mouth busy,” I whimpered, rolling my hips up off the seat to get closer to him. He pulled his fingers from my pussy, causing me to pout until he slipped them into his mouth. A light moan breezed out of me. Quickly, he unleashed
his cock from his suit pants and then he lowered me down onto him, pushing my dress up over my ass and my panties to the side. Greedily I worked my way down onto his large shaft. My lip shaking as I ached for release.

  His hands dug into my hair, dragging my head down to his as he pumped upward into me. Our kiss started tenderly but with every bump and grind I lost control and attacked my husband’s head with my nails and my mouth bit and licked his jaw.

  He tugged the top of the dress down enough to bring my breasts to his face. “Soon they’re going to feed me and my son,” he growled. “I can’t wait to taste your milk.” He latched onto my nipple and I tossed my head back, working my pussy on him until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Lifting his head off my girls, I kissed him and cried out my orgasm in his mouth. Grunting he followed me over.

  We barely had enough time to fix out clothes when we pulled onto his friend’s estate.

  The second Maxim greeted us at the door, I understood why Alessandro was worried. He was a good looking man, but he wasn’t my man. Alessandro practically carried me over the threshold he had such a firm grip on my waist. We entered the house and I got the vibe that something pleasant was on Maxim’s mind. Call it women’s intuition or something, but the man looked smitten, so I teased, and I was right. We continued to the lounge area and still my darling husband hadn’t let go of me.

  I leaned in and whispered to my possessive Alessandro, “I’m dripping with your seed onto my panties. I think you’ve marked your territory.”

  “And I’ll never stop,” he grunted.

  Maxim nodded and made us some drinks. I couldn’t wait to meet this woman of Maxim’s. Maybe then Alessandro would stop growling at his old friend so much. Giggling, I had a feeling it was going to be a fun night.

  Two Years Later