ALESSANDRA VITELLO VOLKOV.
Manic eyes the color of heavy nimbus clouds lock on me but I’m too gone, too obsessed, too enflamed to get scared or back down.
The Alessandra that killed a man a few weeks ago and spent the night crying in the shower for months for this man cheers deep from inside me.
I kneel on the floor, wet, debauched, needy, ready to be ruined, excited.
Slowly and nervously like this is my first rodeo, my eyes look up to him and the methodical way he gets rid of his shirt.
His tats greet me and I want to lick every scar and remind him more that I own him.
My eyes scour down that tanned skin, down to the ridges of his carefully sculptured abs, all the way to the V lines that disappear in his pants.
I know how big he is.
I’ve felt how big he is so many times than I can count yet nothing prepares me for the sight that hails me the minute he unbuckles his pants and his length, hard, steely, huge in girth and width springs free.
Two years. Is it possible for things to change? Is it possible for a man to grow in…
His hand slides from the top of my head to the hollow of my cheek and then down to my lips.
“Open.”
It’s not an order.
It’s a threat. You either open your mouth or I open it for you.
Swallowing saliva to tone down the hard beating of my heart does nothing to counter the fear that paralyzes me.
I haven’t sucked a dick for too long. Hell, the only dick I’ve ever sucked is his and I wasn’t exactly pro at it.
“It’s bigger… than last time”, I utter and it comes out as a whine.
The words fly right through him as he taps his dick on my lips ignoring everything I just said.
“I’ve fucked this mouth so many times too and I know you can take it, sunshine. Open up for me.”
My pussy clenches, my clit throbs and my mouth waters.
Nervous at first, my hands reach out to touch him but he stops me.
“You’ll get your fill of me later, little stalker. The only thing ticking my brain right now is those lips around my cock and my come filling your throat”, his voice deflects to a darkened whisper.
I open my mouth, my eyes on it and slowly, teasingly, I wrap my lips around the crown, licking the pre-come and relishing his taste inside my mouth.
One lick and greediness sinks its fangs deep into my skin.
I suck the tip, bobbing my head forward to take another inch that’s hard and throbbing with detailed veins.
Christian groans and I smile. Or at least try to smile around his dick at the fact that after all these years, I’m the only one who gets to draw out such a reaction from him.
He said it and I heard him loud and clear. For two years his dick hasn’t been inside or near a woman not even his fiancé and the truth of that makes me hum.
“Keep teasing like that and you’ll be on your knees longer than we both intend to. Hollow your cheeks and loosen that jaw. Suck, sunshine. Suck or I’ll remind you how to do so.”
I swallow another inch of him but I don’t suck.
I’ve always thrived on ticking his every single button.
My eyes gaze up at him and he smirks knowing what I want.
I’m not going to suck. I want you to use me. Remind me how good it feels to be Mrs. Vitello Volkov.
The grip he has on my hair tells me he’s already caught up to what I’m laying down.
And this man?
My man?
He doesn’t take it easy. He doesn’t hold me gently.
He thrusts into my mouth in one go, pulling out and not giving me a moment to take in a sliver of breath before he pushes in again.
I gag, I moan, the lapping sounds of my mouth taking him in are the only thing echoing around the room. That and his endearing words which have a sharp contrast to the monstrous tinge his eyes have now taken.
My jaw starts to hurt but my core? Yeah, she’s practically wailing a ‘fuck yeah’.
Tears sting my eyes and in seconds, they are falling down my cheeks as Christian comes down my throat and dares me to swallow it.
Despite the tears and the rugged breathing coming out of me in shallow pants, that doesn’t deter him from stopping.
Not by a long fucking shot.
Five minutes later, my back is on the bed and my head is hanging by the footboard as I take him again in my mouth.
He takes and takes and takes. And leaves nothing in me.
He meant it like he said it.
He was going to take every hole I owned and use it thoroughly.
And I have no protest when it comes to that.
I have no protest when he places me on the center of the bed, takes my legs on top of his shoulders and instructs me not to move them from there unless he tells me so.
I have no protest when he says, “I thought I’d fuck this cunt first but the way it’s leaking for me? Sunshine, my cunt is begging to be devoured.”
I’m a mess when he single-handedly pulls me up from the bed with my thighs practically sitting on his shoulders, my upper body in mid-air and his face buried between my legs.
I run my hands in his hair and it’s just as silky as I remember, just as soft, just as familiar.
He takes my throbbing clit in his mouth, sucking, licking till the building pleasure presses my body for release. Till it pulls out incorrigible slurs from my lips.
When he chuckles calling my pussy pretty, his breath alone is enough to send rivulets of pleasure coursing through my nerves like meth.
Then he skates down the slit between my folds, biting my folds because he can, because everything is his and he understands that.
I’m his buffet and the way he looks at me? He’ll eat this buffet till he’s full.
A few minutes with his tongue teasing my entrance and his teeth doing unimaginable things to me has me coming and seeing the Milky Way all the way from where I am. Whether or not there’s an opaque ceiling on top of us.
He licks down every inch of me before he drops me on the bed.
I’m beat. Done. Deflated.
I try to remove my legs from where they are hooked behind his neck and on top of his shoulders and Christian bites my right triceps.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Tired…”, I shudder, full words escaping me.
“But we’ve barely begun, little stalker. I’ve barely torn through this pretty cunt.”
My cheeks heat at the word ‘pretty’. I’ve heard the word ‘pretty’ so many times but coming from his lips.
Yeah, this man makes every word in the Oxford Dictionary look sexy. Hawt! And definitely sexy.
“You like that?” he teases, his crown rubbing through my folds and I squirm, my back arching from the bed.
“Mmmhmm…please…please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“I want it… I want it so much, Christian.”
“Say it again. Say whose cock you want inside you? Say whose pussy this is?”
“Y-yours. Yours. Christian.” I whimper trying to move forward and end this torture.
“Damn straight you are. Damn straight she is.”
That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts inside me, tearing through muscle, filling me to the brim, stealing my breath.
“Your tight little cunt is swallowing me whole like she knows who she belongs to. I bet she wants to be fucked so good till you are screaming for me to stop in that sexy raspy voice of yours.”
Thrust.
I’m screaming in pleasure.
Thrust.
I’m crying with happiness.
Thrust.
I’m coming and leaking like a broken pipe.
Thrust.
I’m pulling him inside reveling in the feel of him hitting that spot that only he has a map too.
Thrust.
He moves rough and fast, matching the incessant sound of my pussy screaming how much she likes him.
Thrust.
The pleasure weaves through me like a Category-5 hurricane quite literally and figuratively.
I come enough to drench us and the bed.
That makes Christian animalistic growls vibrate even harder into the room as his fingers dig into both sides of my hips.
“A squirter?”
The same look he has on his face is the same face he had when he repeated the same words years ago.
When he made me squirt for the first time.
“You are killing me, sunshine. You are fucking gutting me with the surprises.”
“Surprises?” I manage to moan out,” W-what surprises?”
“This body that I want to mark all over. Which is a huge surprise because I’ve never been this hungry to brand a woman’s skin before. This cunt that wraps itself around me taking me home like it knows who her daddy is. And those tits? But the best of all? I know those whimpering lips will be the final nail to my coffin.”
Another thrust and I feel myself getting horny again. Another plunge into me and I feel another wave of orgasm about to take me away.
And it does.
As soon as sweet oh sweet euphoria seeps up my spine and makes my toes curl, my eyes start to dim as a smile dusts my lips.
Take me now, Lord and I will still die a happy satisfied woman.
XxX
I’m sore.
My muscles are weary.
I feel weird.
Yet my only concern is the empty room I’m standing in.
No Christian. No scent of his. No sight of him.
Everything from yesterday feels like a dream and it shatters me.
I’ve tolerated being without him for two years but waking to an empty bed again aggravates and brings out depressing emotions from that chamber of my heart that I locked for my children’s sake.
That chamber of the heart that gave me thoughts of jumping with my husband to the other side of hell the day he died.
Fleeting hopes have me moving out of his room and running downstairs.
I’m almost to the kitchen when…
“Slut much?”
I don’t have to turn around to know who’s talking.
Yet I turn around and Luna eyes me with disgust as she peruses my outfit… or over the shirt I’m wearing that clearly belongs to my boss.
“Excuse me?” I heard her. I’m daring her to say the same thing again and she’ll be missing a few of her teeth in the next few minutes.
“I mean I know you had a crush on the boss but opening your legs for him like some common whore off the street? Damn, Melissa you are working overtime to watch and make the boss satisfied, aren’t you? But I’m wondering what our real boss will say when she finds out you’ve been seducing her son.
Do you think Lucia Volkov will promote you to super spy or… make you fall off the face of the planet”, she cackles, I’m about to lunge for her when an elderly woman appears from the study beneath the staircase.
“Stop it, Luna.” Maria says but she also gives me a once-over.
“Stop what, Maria? I’m saying it like it is. She thinks she’s won the jackpot walking around in the boss’ shirt like she owns the place.”
Maria looks at me and her words dig a pit in my heart. ”Madam Lucia Volkov hired us for a reason, Melissa. To report everything her son does and not to sleep with the boss any time the boss has a small argument with his girlfriend. Because you know that’s what you are, right? A means for him to distract himself when things go sour in his relationship.”
I open my mouth and words get stuck in my throat.
Luckily, the ringing of the phone coming from the front of Luna’s maids’ uniform saves me from trying to defend myself.
Luna takes the phone call fast, her eyes on me.
“Y—Yes… I understand. R-right away, S-sir.”
With trembling hands and the confidence she had earlier, disappearing like vapor into thin air, Luna hands the phone to Maria and the same happens to Maria.
She goes pale. Her eyes go wide. Both she and Luna look at me. Then like robots, they walk down the opposite way – which is funny because the opposite way leads to the foyer and down to the main door.
“Melissa.”
I turn around so fast with my hand on my chest.
“Jesus Christ, you scared me!”
Yan’s scowling expression doesn’t change as he tips his head signaling, we have to talk.
I follow him right past the living room, out the kitchen and all the way to the garden.
The garden is the only spot outside the house that acts as a blind spot.
Yan turns around, pissed as always.
“This is not going to end well.”
“Yan-.”
“He choked you, Alessandra. And if I wasn’t there-.”
“Why didn’t you kill him?”
Yan runs a hand in his hair, pacing in front of me before he glares at me with flaring nostrils, “My job is to protect you. If that man dies, you get hurt and I fail to do my job.”
“Thank you.”
“I did it for you. God knows, I hate that bastard for shooting me two years ago and I hate him even more because we are here and you are–.”
“He’s starting to remember.”
He remembered me and I know it wasn’t a dream.
Yan scoffs, “Is that the sex talking or the real Alessandra talking? I say we walk away from this, Alessandra, his mother is a threat if she’s willing to…”
Yan’s lecture is interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone.
What is it with phones ringing today?
Yan takes it out and mutters a bored ‘hello’. Then that ‘hello’ turns to a scowl when he hands me the phone to speak to whoever it is at the end of the line.
I hold Yan’s phone to my ear.
“I expected you to be in bed not fucking barefoot in my garden and your thighs exposed to my gardener, little stalker.”
Christian?
“You left. You don’t get to order me around after you left me high and dry.”
His deep chuckle bids from the other side and makes my tummy tingle.
“That’s such high talk for a woman I knelt for today while pumping saline water up her ass and plugging a butt plug up said ass.”
My throat constricts and the weirdness from my stomach is back and sure enough when I clench… I can feel the rubber or whatever it is shoved up my ass.
“You didn’t.”
I gasp. Oh, he did.
“I meant it when I said I was taking every hole you owned, sweetheart. You passed out before I could claim your ass but tonight? It’s me and you in the sheets again, baby.
Now I’m a patient man but not when it comes to you apparently. Go back to the house, rest and stay the fuck away from the gardener or I’ll have to castrate him with those fake shears he’s been carrying around. He’s not fooling anyone that he’s a gardener.”
“If I don’t?”
“That motherfucker eyeing you like you are his next meal dies whether he saved you or not.”
He has cameras here too?
Where?
I look at Yan.
The man on the phone speaks, “I’ll be home later.”
“And I’m expected to sit and wait?”
Home? He hasn’t said ‘home’ in so many years. Right now it sounds like… like a dream.
“Yes.”
“I’m not your whore. You are not going to fuck me and then prance around the city with your posh girlfriend when you are done with me.”
“You think I prance?”
“I think you are an asshole for leaving without saying a word to me.”
“What words did Christian say to you the first time you fucked?”
My heart collapses as I take in a fistful of air.
“I told you… I said I had unleashed a monster and y—you said ‘not a monster, baby but a madman who found his favorite brand of crazy. T-that’s how it feels when you clamp down on me and suck everything off my body.’ You said that.”
“See you tonight. Wipe those tears because I’m coming back for you, baby girl. Stay the fuck away from the gardener.”