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CHAPTER 17

Sienna

“ G et up.”

It’s a clear order, but I have no plans of obeying him.

“No,” I say stubbornly.

“Sienna, you don’t know what you’re doing. Get up.”

I’m a grown woman, for Christ’s sake. I want to tell him that he’s just like my father, who’s always trying to dictate to me what I should or shouldn’t do.

Well, I’ve never let my father steer me around, even after years of knowing me. I wasn’t about to let Alessandro, who I knew for all of two seconds, order me around.

“This is where I tell you that I know exactly what I’m doing,” I reply. “There’s nowhere else I want to be than here, at your feet.”

He seems impossibly large from this angle. Tall, broad, and imposing. He looks like he could pick me up and crush me with his hands. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but something about that thought makes my nipples harden in my bra.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he croaks, his eyes two pools of lust shining down at me. “You should want better for yourself. You should want the best. A finance guy with health insurance and the works.”

“This isn’t a marriage proposal,” I retort. On the one hand, I want to stand up and act like this never happened, but a larger part of me wants this—no—needs this.

Even though it’s all shades of wrong.

Despite Alessandro sending my father those photos and letting me see his reply, I know he’s not a good man. Hell, if it weren’t for him, Papa would be seeing me live, and there wouldn’t be any need for him to be a middleman in our communication.

He’s still my captor. I can’t forget that. At the same time, I can’t help but realize he hasn’t hurt me since he brought me here. This man can hurt me in a million ways, but instead, he chooses to show me some level of grace.

I don’t believe a word he said about the selfish reasons for his actions. It may explain him sending pictures to my father, but it doesn’t explain him relaying Dad’s response.

It seems the big, terrifying monster isn’t as evil as he thinks he is.

“Is this how you say thank you to all the men?” There’s a bite to his question that I don’t understand.

Most men would be jumping at the opportunity to take my virgin mouth. Well, to be fair, Alessandro isn’t most men. There’s nothing regular about him.

“Does it matter?” Because the thought of telling him he’s the first man I’ve ever gotten on my knees for makes me want to dig my own grave and jump right into it.

How humiliating.

He’s probably used to women who know their way around a man’s body. Women who can take a cock to the back of their throat with expertise and do all the fancy tongue tricks.

I can just imagine him laughing in my face when he realizes how much of an amateur I am.

Probably the same reason he disappeared for three days after I just lay there and let him do all the work. After all the time I’ve spent analyzing it, I’ve come to the conclusion that it was definitely the worst sex of his life, which was why he wasn’t rushing back the next day, hoping for a repeat.

“Sienna, how many men have you said thank you to by letting them fuck your face?” he demands.

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

He becomes as taut as a stretched-out spring. “I don’t want to have to find out for myself.”

I glare up at him. “It is none of your business. How many women’s faces have you…you know.”

He cocks his head, lip twitching. “Say it. Say fucked.”

My lips suddenly feel very dry, and I swipe my tongue over them for some moisture. The frost in his blue eyes immediately melts away, and he looks like a starving man who has just set his eyes on a feast.

“Say it,” he repeats.

“Fucked,” I mutter. I’m sure my face is on fire, but I refuse to break eye contact with him.

“Undo my belt,” he orders, and I rush to comply. I have the worst case of selective obedience when it comes to Alessandro. One moment, I’m swearing I’ll never do his bidding, and the next, I’m a dog that’s eager to please its master.

I reach for the buckle of his belt and undo the clasp with shaky hands. Then, I sit back on my heels and wait for further instructions.

At this moment, I can’t think past the blue-eyed man’s precise instructions. I find that I don’t want to think right now.

“Undo the button and zipper on my pants.”

I nibble on my lower lip as I carefully slide the zipper down. The sound of it feels too loud in the room that is utterly silent except for my thudding heartbeat.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” he says, his voice sounding odd. “So goddamn pretty. So forbidden. Now I know how Adam and Eve felt.”

I swallow roughly as I come to eye level with the obscene bulge displayed by his Calvin Klein ash briefs. “You don’t look like you were the sort of kid who paid attention in Sunday school.”

“I didn’t. One of the Catholic school girls liked to recite the Bible to me while I pushed her prim school dress over her waist and fucked the Christianity out of her.”

I swear he says these things just to make me blush.

“Take it out,” he commands.

My hand immediately dives under the band of his briefs and wraps around his thick, hot flesh.

“Oh God,” I exclaim as it bobs before my face.

I run my hand up and down his erection experimentally. It’s the smoothest silk wrapped around granite, and my fingers don’t meet as they encircle his girth. How had this thing ever fit inside me?

I wince now, just imagining it. I’m never letting this thing anywhere near me again. However, the wetness I can feel soaking my panties calls me a liar in every language.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

My mouth immediately parts for him.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Obeying, I stick my tongue out like a red carpet welcoming his dick. And then he’s placing the flushed head on the tip of my tongue.

“Suck.”

My body hums with desire as I close my lips around the mushroom head and suck it into my mouth.

“Sienna. Fuck.” His hands fly into my hair, and he clutches it a little bit too tight, but it makes me moan. I don’t want to be treated like a girl right now. I want to be treated like a grown woman.

I know there’s a lot of him, but I don’t realize just how much until he starts to push into my mouth. I moan around his length, slobbering over it without much finesse.

“That freaking mouth,” he growls as I begin to bob on it, trying to take as much of him as possible and almost choking myself to death. “We’ll get rid of your gag reflex with time, baby,” he continues confidently, as though it’s a fact that we’ll be doing this often. It’s a relief to hear him say that, even though I want to argue that this isn’t going to become a regular thing.

“Hmmm,” I hum.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Wrap your hands around the base. Good. Just like that.”

I do as he instructs, squeezing the base and feeling him jump inside my mouth. My tongue brushes over his slit, and there’s a curious taste there. It’s a bit salty, and I want more of it.

“If you continue doing that, I’m going to cum inside your hungry mouth.”

I nod rapidly, giving him wordless permission to fill my mouth with his hot cum.

He chuckles. “Not this time around. I want to be inside you,” he hisses as he pulls out of my mouth.

I whine at the sudden loss, but he ignores me, lifting me like I’m weightless and tossing me down onto the bed.

“This is going to be fast and dirty,” he promises. “I want you too much to want to take my time and savor this.”

It’s almost like he plucked the words from my brain. That first time a few days ago only succeeded in giving me a much-needed taste of the dark side after my years of hungering for it.

I should have known that one taste would be nowhere close to enough.

“Please,” I gasp.

He drags my pants and panties down my legs and flings them off to the side of the bed.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and yank it off, then start to reach for my bra. Just as I unclasp the hook, he grabs me by my hip, flips me over onto my stomach, and then kicks my knees apart until I’m cheek down, my back arched, my ass up.

The sheer impatience that’s radiating off him is doing things to me.

He’s almost fully clothed, and I’m still half in my bra, but the feral man behind me can’t be bothered with things like that.

“What’s this?” His fingers brush over my spine, and I shiver. This time around, my reaction has nothing to do with sexual feelings.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe I didn’t remember to keep my tattoo hidden.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. “Do I have to fuck the answer out of you?”

“Please, please,” I pant, vibrating with need for him.

With a growl, Alessandro pushes every inch of his monstrous cock into me. I let out a scream at the sudden intrusion, my back arching even more.

I start to think I might have been exaggerating how full Alessandro made me feel, but if anything, I’ve been underestimating his sheer size in my memory.

I hear his palms slap against the headboard, and I moan, realizing the position gives him enough leverage to absolutely wreck me.

Heat spreads up my body, even all the way to the roots of my hair. I’m a pumped-up dynamite, ready to blow up any second.

“Fuck…I missed this. Missed being inside you,” he grunts. “You feel like silk squeezing around me.”

“Ale!” I cry out, urging him to move. He tenses behind me, and I’m about to turn around and ask him what’s wrong, but then he drags his cock almost all the way out before pushing back into me. “Ungh,” I groan.

After the next two experimental thrusts, he picks up his rhythm, his hips rolling and grinding with long and measured but powerful movements that make the whole bed bounce.

I cry out and claw the bed as Alessandro fucks me into stupidity. I’m reduced to a bundle of desire as his hips slam into me, making filthy noises while I let out porn-worthy screams and moans.

“Yes, please. Oh God, Alessandro. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“You like this, huh? You like being turned into my fuck toy,” he growls. “You love it when I fuck you, and all you have to do is take my cock like a good little slut.”

What he’s saying should make me feel cheap and disgusting, but the hint of pride buried under the demeaning words makes pleasure fire across my nerve endings.

“I need to cum. I c—can’t take it. Please. Oh God.” The rest of my words are unintelligible pleas for only something the blue-eyed man jackhammering into me can give me.

“Shhh, you can take it,” he coos. “Of course you can take it. You were made to take my cock. Weren’t you?”

I whimper.

“Weren’t you?” He punctuates the question with a particularly harsh thrust that has me opening my mouth in a silent scream.

“Yeeeeesss!”

“Good girl,” he grits out. “Cum for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.”

I don’t disappoint. With his next thrust, I roar his name, “Alessandro!” And then I’m coming, shattering into tiny pieces while he puts me together and breaks me again and again and again.

For the first time in my life, I have an orgasm without a single touch to my clit.

I wonder if my captor has any idea how much he’s actually ruining me. I’ve been put back together into the shape of his desire, and I’m afraid I will never be able to go back to the Sienna I was before this blue-eyed devil touched me.