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CHAPTER 18

Alessandro

“ H ow do you know purple’s my favorite color?” Sienna peers at me as she holds up the floral purple blouse.

I told Maurizio to buy a few clothes in purple, but the fool must have gone around the city snatching up everything purple in her size that he could find.

Why the fuck did he buy a sunhat? Where’s she going to go in the hat? To the other corner of the room?

“The same way I know what books you read,” I answer, deciding to go for honesty. “I had cameras installed in your house right after I realized who you were at the gallery.”

She gives me a look. “Ah. So that’s why you ran out like your ass was on fire. I thought you were afraid of Veda.”

“Who’s Veda?”

“The pretty assistant who was slobbering all over you.”

If there was anybody else in that gallery aside from Sienna, I had no idea. It’s safe to say I have a bit of tunnel vision when it comes to her, which is why it’s best she stays in here. Because then she won’t distract me in the outside world, where I need to be on guard at all hours.

“Come here,” I order her.

She sticks out her bottom lip. “But I want to watch TV.”

Since the day she got on her knees for me, my relationship with Sienna has become one big mess. She’s still my captive, of course. I don’t intend on ever letting her go, and to my self-disgust, it’s less about punishing her father and more about the fact that I don’t think I can ever let her go.

The anger I initially felt at this realization was now a mere flicker of annoyed acceptance.

I’ve had four days to come to terms with it, and for all four days, we were at it like rabbits.

How can I be furious that I’m now addicted to my captive when every taste of her is sweeter than the last? It’s not her fault I’m too weak to stay away from her.

Or maybe it is her fault.

Maybe she should try a little harder to resist the man who’s keeping her for his twisted revenge plan, regardless of the new clothes and TV streaming subscription.

A different woman will feel bought.

Something about the situation gives me the ick. Almost like Sienna is my kept mistress.

When I start to think of unwanted thoughts like this, I take a hit of my drug of choice.

“Come here, Sienna,” I bark impatiently, my cock already throbbing. “We both know if I slide my hands into those little hot pink panties, my hands will come out drenched.”

Red climbs up her cheeks. “Th—that’s not true.”

I lie back against the headboard. “Come here, let’s find out then.”

With a huff, she drops the clothes in her arms and climbs onto the bed. Then, in a move she probably doesn’t realize is the mania of wet dreams, she crawls to me, her breasts swinging in the loose T-shirt she has on.

I press the heel of my palm against the bulge in my pants.

Grabbing her by her waist, I deposit her in my lap, and her knees bracket my thighs.

“Oh.” She makes a little sound of surprise, her lips forming a perfectly round shape.

Sienna likes it when I pick her up and carry her around. She likes it when I manhandle her, and I’m all too glad to do it.

I cup the soaked cotton panties covering her hot pussy, and the look I shoot her is smug.

Grabbing one side of the light material, I tighten my grip on it and rip it off her.

She gasps. “Ale! I’m going to run out of panties at this rate.”

I tense only momentarily at the nickname. It’s a name I wouldn’t be able to tolerate any other person using. It was how I knew I was fucked. Because the first time she used it in the middle of sex, I didn’t have the urge to blow a hole through her head.

Ignoring her complaint, I push my pants down until my trapped cock is curving up between us.

There’s something very pleasing about the way Sienna’s eyes light up every time she sees my cock. It’s like she’s just discovered a long-lost treasure.

I grab her by the waist and position her over my straining cock. But before I can help her down slowly, a small, naughty smile curls her plump mouth, and she drops down on it. In one move, I’m seated deep inside her.

She throws her head back, exposing her tanned throat. “Oh my God,” she moans, her moan coming out trembly.

I grit my teeth to keep from exploding into her before we’ve even begun. But that’s just how good she feels. Nothing has ever felt as good as Sienna’s pussy sheathing me like a glove.

Her hip twitches, and this time, I’m the one who lets out an animalistic grunt.

“Holy fuck, Sienna,” I growl, my hands sliding higher and higher up her legs and taking her T-shirt along until I whip it over her head, leaving her completely naked, her heavy breasts right at my eye level.

I expect her to be shy and unsure, but there’s a wicked light in her eye that I recognize all too well as being her trademark minx behavior.

Her hands move to either side of my head, and she clutches the headboard.

Then, she raises herself up a bit and slams back down on me. We groan in unison.

Sienna begins to grind on me, her hips rolling, bouncing, and slamming with a frenzy that is all need and passion and zero percent finesse. Exactly how I like my women—no, actually, it’s exactly how I like Sienna D’Addario.

Wild, unrestrained.

With her curly black hair falling around her face, some of it plastered to her forehead with sweat, she looks like a warrior riding to some great battle, and I’m very willing to let her conquer and plunder.

“There! Oh God,” she pants.

At that moment, I decide I’m done letting her be in charge. She may be enjoying this, but we both know what she wants.

I take hold of her hips and control her next movement, bringing her down hard on my cock.

“Arrrgh!” she screams.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Make as much noise as you want. No one can hear you.”

If Maurizio knows what’s good for him, he’ll turn off every camera and audio link. All her cries and gasps and whimpers and screams belong to me.

“Alessandro!” She makes a desperate keening sound as I continue to slam her up and down, making sure to position my cock so it hits just the perfect angle to drive her completely insane.

My balls tingle with the urge to come, and I clench my jaw, fighting back my orgasm.

When the breasts bouncing right in front of me become too much of a temptation, I cover one stiff nipple with my mouth, and her back bows, pushing her breast further into my mouth.

One of her hands cups the back of my head, the hair too short for her to clutch.

“I’m going to—fuck yessss! Holy…I’m close. So close,” she hisses.

“Take what you need.” I remove my hand from her hip and begin to flick her clit, all while still torturing her breasts.

When she finally comes, it’s with my name being chanted like a prayer. I bury my face in her neck, breathe in her slightly sweaty, fruity smell, and then come with a long groan, shuddering my release deep into her.

I should really invest in condoms. It’s stupid of me to take Sienna’s word that she’s on the pill. But of course, Sienna won’t lie about that and give us another reason to be further tangled up together.

I like the feeling of pumping into her, watching my semen leak out of her afterward, and watching her cheeks bloom red when she catches me staring in fascination at the cum sliding down the inside of her thighs.

It’s at that moment that the implications of never letting Sienna go dawn on me.

She may be all too eager to jump into my bed now, the combination of danger and banked hatred urging her into the forbidden, but everything will change as soon as I ever tell her that the prosecutor is dead.

The younger D’Addario loves my dick, but she loves her father’s life more.

Something ugly rises up inside me, pointing a cruel finger at me and laughing.

Is one woman’s pussy worth my revenge? I chuckle to myself. I can lie to everyone that it’s just her tight, hot cunt, but I know it’s more than that. It’s her. All of her.

I jump out of the bed, my head spinning, and start fixing and righting my clothes.

Sienna shoots up into a sitting position on the bed, her eyes wide. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”

If that came from another woman, it would be enough to have me tossing her out on her ass.

I shoot her a tight-lipped smile. “Miss me already?”

She snorts, crossing her arm over her naked breasts. It lifts them higher up her chest, and I turn away hurriedly before the temptation that is Sienna pulls me into her orbit.

There’s something I have to do.

Someone who deserves my apology.

Without a backward glance, I march out of the room and into the elevator. I ignore Maurizio in the foyer of the building and storm right out to the front, where my car is waiting on the empty street.

I burn rubber out of there—fast enough to outrun any demon that is after me. Unfortunately—or fortunately—all my demons are lying dormant. It’s just me and my own guilt rising up to my throat and cutting off my oxygen.

As I stagger out of my car half an hour later, I fight the part of me that wants to jump back into the car and continue being a goddamn coward.

Pasquale deserves better.

I walk through rows and plots of headstones and gravestones, my gaze fixing forward unseeingly but determinedly. The closer I get, the more I can’t seem to be able to pull in full breaths of air into my nostrils.

Finally, I see it. The plain gravestone that marks the final resting place of my brother.

My legs give out from under me, and I fall to my knees before him, head bowed. How did it all go so wrong? This was all supposed to be very easy. And yet, here is my rock-solid plan in pieces at Sienna’s feet.

“What do you think of me now? I can’t imagine,” I croak.

A bitter chuckle escapes my mouth, and I shift my gaze up to read his full name carved into the stone. “If you’re listening…” I clear my throat and try again, “You must think I’m pathetic. That’s exactly what I think about myself. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Pasquale.”

I can imagine him smirking down at me, his eyes glittering down at me with barely concealed amusement.

“Ale, you fool,” he’ll say, “you could never be pathetic.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, and my fingers dig into my thighs painfully. “I failed to protect you when you were still here, even though I swore to. I failed you then. And I’m failing you now. Years of accumulating power and going up the ranks, all for nothing.” My body trembles. “I should have been the one. If one of us had to live, it should have been you.”

No, it shouldn’t , I imagine him saying, a fierce glower on his face now. Everything happened exactly as it was meant to. And now all you need to do is let it go.

I jerk.

Let it go?

But what am I without my vengeance? It’s all I’ve known for years. It feels like my whole life has been building up to this very moment.

Let it go, Ale , a voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like my brother’s whispers.

I open my eyes just in time to see the dreary grey clouds that have been hanging over the city for days begin to shift away. In a matter of minutes, the sky is a soft blue again, and the world is awash with colors.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I whisper under my breath over and over again until I go hoarse.

Even in death, Pasquale is a better man than I can ever be.