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CHAPTER 14

Sienna

A s soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back.

This isn’t me at all.

But worst of all is that I’m begging a man who plans to watch my father waste away from grief to fuck me.

You’re a bad daughter , my subconscious voice taunts me. The very worst of daughters. But the shame is a drop of water in comparison to the staggering amount of desire I’m feeling at the moment. It’s easy to push it away and lock it in the mental box with the other thing I don’t let myself think about.

Like that summer.

“Your taste is the closest a man like me will ever get to heaven,” the croaked-out words snap me out of my reverie.

If that’s true, then his eyes are my gateway to hell. They burn down at me like hell’s own sulfur, and my skin tingles in response.

He reaches down for the heavy head of his belt buckle, and in seconds, it comes undone. It slides out the loop of his pants, and with a devious smile, he grabs both my wrists in his.

“What are you doing?” I panic as he begins to loop the belt around my wrists before attaching them to the headboard.

I try to tug away from the fastening, but it’s tightly secured. I have a horrifying flash of him producing a camera and taking photos of me in such a vulnerable state.

Papa will shatter. Oh God.

My fear lasts even as his hands trail down my front and fondle my breasts along their path. I shamelessly arch my back, offering the aching mounds of flesh to his rough hands, and amusement causes his blue eyes to sparkle down at me.

In this position, with my legs thrown over his shoulder, I almost bent in half, and I can only imagine the view he has. I’ve never been this exposed to anybody.

Not even to Sal.

Sex with him had been something to just get over with. The room had been almost pitch black the first time, and the second time, I pretended to be very desperate for it so he wouldn’t have to take off my clothes.

And yet here I was, spread out under Alessandro Mancini like a virginal offering.

Heat floods my face, and I open my mouth to tell him to stop.

As though he can feel my intentions, his hands grasp the zipper of his pants, and the sound echoes through the room. I stop breathing as he shucks off his pants, and then, finally, he kicks off his boxer briefs.

“Holy—” My exclamation ends with a wheeze, and my pussy clenches in protest. She’s clearly telling me there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside us.

And I’m tempted to agree with her.

Alessandro is a large man, all broad shoulders, muscled pecs, bulging biceps and a row of abs I had only ever seen on men in underwear commercials.

The lack of tattoos is a bit of a surprise, but then again, everything I know about this man is from stories my father told me, and in combination with what I’ve seen in movies about men in the mafia, I had been expecting him to have endless tattoos of skulls and stuff.

Alessandro is everything his suit-clad self from that first day at the gallery hinted at. Power and danger. It’s in every rippling inch of muscle and the tense lines of his face.

He’s perfection and temptation, and I should resist.

I really should.

“I want to touch you,” I blurt out.

“Not today, Sienna.”

My eyes widen at his response. Is this going to become a regular occurrence, then? Do I plan on becoming this man’s sexual entertainment while my father has sleepless nights of worry for me?

I glare at him.

Is this a part of his revenge? Am I making it ridiculously easy for him? He didn’t even have to put any effort into getting me into a bed. I was the one who dropped my towel like a cock-hungry slut.

He pushes one finger into me, and I gasp.

“More!” I cry, all thoughts flying out of my head except the feelings he’s eliciting at this very moment.

“Greedy little thing,” he taunts. “You want me to fill all your holes, don’t you?”

I moan, the debasing words only causing pleasure to shoot through me.

“Answer me,” he commands, pulling out his finger and slapping my pussy.

“Aaargh!” I scream as the bite of pain turns into toe-curling pleasure.

“Do you want me to fill all your holes, Sienna? Pump you full of my cum till you’re leaking me for days?”

He slaps my pussy again when I take too long to answer.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

I nod rapidly, breathless. “I want you to fill all my holes and pump me so full of cum that I’ll be leaking you for days.”

A blush heats up my cheeks at the graphic words, but the way his eyes darken makes the embarrassment fade away. Goosebumps rise up all over my arms, and the collar wrapped around my throat feels like an extension of him.

He stabs two fingers into me again. This time around, he curls them upwards, and I almost explode, pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Alessandro,” I scream. “Oh God, Alessandro, please.”

“You’re so wet for me,” he grunts. “So fucking slippery, so tight and hot. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you.”

“My fingers?”

“No, please.” I buck against my restraints, eager to touch him or to soothe the ache inside me. I don’t know which. “I need your d—dick. I need you to fill me.”

“You beg so beautifully,” he rasps.

I glance down to see him lining himself up with my entrance. I’m trembling with need as he taps the blunt head against my entrance. Once, twice. And before I can snap at him to put me out of my goddamn misery, he pushes into me.

“One.” His voice comes out so low that I don’t think I hear him right at first.

Alessandro’s large hands cup my bottom, and he lifts me higher until I’m almost in a perfect curve. Then, he pushes the pillow higher so the pressure is off my back.

“Two.” He pushes in deeper, and my eyes widen as the realization hits me. There are only two inches of him in there. Holy shit.

“Three.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” I cry out.

“You can,” he grits out, his lips peeled back to reveal clenched teeth. “You’re going to take all of me like you’re made for my cock. Four.”

I throw my head back, and my mouth drops open in a soundless scream.

“Five.”

“Please.” I’m not sure if I’m begging for more or for him to stop. But the way his blue eyes flash tells me he wants it to mean more.

“Six…seven, nghhh.” He lets out a guttural groan. “You’re doing so well, Sienna. Your pussy is strangling me so tight.”

My breath is coming out fast and choppy, and I’m relaxing at the fact that he’s all in until?—

“Eight.” This time around, he doesn’t push in slowly. He pushes in so deep that I rock with the force of his thrust.

“Fuck!” I scream, my throat burning.

He leans over me with hands on either side of my head, and I’m folded over like I’m boneless, my knees up to my ears.

“Now, I’m going to show you what it means to be fucked. Hard.” The dark promise in his voice has excitement and fear warring inside me.

He pulls almost fully out of me before thrusting back in. The scream I let out makes me suddenly glad we’re alone in this building.

His hips begin to punch into me, slow at first and picking up speed gradually until he’s full-on pounding into me and dragging out breathless moans, cries, and screams from my mouth.

“Oh God!”

“Not God,” he snarls. “Me.”

“Alessandro!”

“That’s right. Who is fucking this tight pussy?”

“You,” I pant. “It’s you.”

“Who is this pussy wet for?”

Tears slide out the corners of my eyes, and my vision goes a little blurry. “You, you, you,” I chant as he continues to piston his hips, shifting every few thrusts to hit something inside me that makes me go feral.

And then one of his hands cups my breast, pinching my nipple.

“Keeping my hands off of you has been a trial in self-control.” He sounds accusatory. “I shouldn’t be touching you. I shouldn’t want to touch you. I shouldn’t want to fuck this pussy with my tongue.”

“Please!”

“If the prosecutor could see you now, bouncing on the enemy’s cock without a care in the world.”

I can barely understand him. Blood is rushing through my ears, and the pleasure is a shield, muting everything else out. My body coils tighter and tighter, and any moment now, I’ll explode into tiny pieces.

Alessandro’s palm pushes down on my lower belly, and his next thrust feels even more intense.

“Yes, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” I mumble other nonsensical things as he pounds me into the bed like a rabid animal.

“Maybe I’ll keep you here indefinitely,” he growls. “Keep you as my sex pet. Mine to use, mine to ruin.”

What are you doing? A voice in my head is screaming at me. Push him away. Run as fast as you can. Do anything but lie under the evil bastard who kidnapped you. Do anything but take his gorgeous cock like a well-seasoned prostitute.

It feels too good, though. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I can’t stop. I want this so badly.

You fool, the voice screams at me.

I block out the noise and let Alessandro’s next few thrusts push me higher and higher until I’m standing at the peak.

“Come for me, Sienna.”

With a scream, I fall over the edge, more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before rocking through me. White light flashes through my vision, and the world around me fades into tiny pinpricks of light.

He fucks me through my orgasm, and with a harsh growl, he stills, and then, a second later, I feel his hot cum deep inside me.

My body twitches with aftershocks, and for the longest while, I can’t move, my limbs too heavy and worn out.

I blink my drowsy eyes open and see him staring down at me with an intense expression. As soon as my eyes meet his, he glances away, releasing my hands from the restraint and climbing out of the bed.

I’m too tired to do anything but stare at the ceiling with a dopey smile. That is until I hear the glass doors beep.

My head snaps to where a fully dressed Alessandro is about to walk out the door.

“Y—you’re leaving?” I stammer, sitting up hurriedly.

He glances over his shoulder at me. “This is your prison, not mine.”

I flinch. “Well, aren’t there rules against fucking the prisoners?” I ask snidely, hoping for the words to cut him the way his words did to me.

He turns to face me, his eyes like two blocks of ice. “A good jailer takes care of his prisoners. My prisoner needed servicing like a bitch in heat, and I offered my service.”

I suddenly feel cold, so I drag the duvet up to cover my nakedness while amusement causes his mouth to quirk up.

“I—I d—didn’t—” I trail off.

“You didn’t want it?” He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t drop your towel and beg me to fuck you?”

“It was mutual!” I roar at him. “Don’t act like you didn’t want this, too.”

“Of course I wanted it, Sienna.” His voice is pitying, and it makes my skin crawl and my stomach clench uncomfortably. “I’m a man in his prime, and you’re a willing, eager woman. The daughter of my enemy notwithstanding.”

Horror causes my jaw to drop open.

“I’ll be happy to give you a repeat performance,” he adds.

“Get out,” I scream.

“We both know you’ll bend over and let me do whatever I want with you if I ask.” He chuckles. “You can leave the fake loyalty to Ivan outside this building where it belongs. I’m a monster, remember? Monsters don’t judge other monsters.”

I freeze at the words, and it’s only when the door shuts behind him that I gain control of my limbs again.

I grab the vase from my side table and hurl it at the glass door. The sound of it shattering into a thousand pieces does nothing to distract me from the shame.

I race into the bathroom, turn the hot water as high as it will go, and scrub every trace of him off my skin until I’m scrubbed raw. Then I curl into a little ball at the corner of the shower and stare into nothing, curiously dry-eyed.