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CHAPTER 6

Alessandro

“ O pen your mouth wider, baby,” I growl as my hips pump faster and faster.

Dayna moans, raising her head to allow me to fuck her throat.

“That’s it, just like that.”

Her hand slips down her naked body, and she begins to play with her tits, rolling the barbell in her nipple, her eyes fixed on me.

“Touch your dripping cunt. Get your fingers wet,” I order, and she immediately obeys, stabbing two fingers into herself and rocking her hips.

“Play with your tits for me,” I command.

Another muffled moan tears out of her full mouth, and she drags her wet fingers around her peaked nipples with a cry.

I try to keep my focus on where my hard length is sliding in and out of her plump lips, but I can’t seem to stop glancing into the room where the dark-haired woman is lying.

She’s too damn still.

Is she breathing?

She better not be dead, or someone or several people’s brains are going to be blown out. I press my palm to the glass for leverage and continue fucking Dayna’s mouth, ignoring the way her moans scratch at my ear.

I narrow my eyes at the woman on the bed, trying to pick out some sign of life.

I specifically ordered the men who had been in charge of extracting her to only give her one shot. If they followed my instructions, she’s supposed to be awake by now. If those bastards accidentally gave her an overdose, I’m going to rip them limb from limb.

Just as the thought crosses my mind to go in there and shake her awake, she stirs, a small wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows.

Good.

Why do I care if she’s dead or alive anyway? Well, I need her alive for my plan to break her father to be successful.

Sienna turns in her sleep, faces me, and mutters something. Her hair is spread all over the pillow, hiding part of her face from me. She has her hands tucked between the pillow and her cheek, and her mouth is parted a little.

What will it feel like to push my cock into that mouth of hers?

I end that line of thought immediately. She may look like an angel lying there, but Sienna is as much my enemy as her father is.

My fingers tighten in Dayna’s hair, and I increase the force of my thrusts. Something dark and dangerous settles within me the longer I watch the woman on the other side of the one-way glass.

“Hmm, hmm,” Dayna moans.

I shift my gaze down to her with a frown, wrinkling my eyebrows, annoyed by the sounds she’s making. But a part of me wants the noise to wake Sienna up. I want to watch her stare around in confusion while the sound of sex surrounds her.

Will she blush? A hint of pink is rising up on her cheekbones. Will she be frightened? Or will she slide her hands into her jeans and join us from the other side?

My mouth quirks at the thought. It’s a pity her new bedroom is soundproof.

Dayna’s moan distracts me from my thoughts again, and I meet her eyes. I don’t want to have to look at her heavily Botoxed face anymore.

Grabbing her by the jaw, I drag her to her feet and push her into the glass until her cheeks are squished against the smooth surface.

“Oh God.” Her voice is a lustful croak from a ravaged throat. She spreads her legs and arches her back, offering her holes to me, and I waste no time slamming into her wet heat.

“Yes, fuck me, Alessandro!” she cries, pushing back against my cock, matching me, thrust for thrust.

“Look how wet your greedy cunt is for me,” I snarl. “You love it when I fuck you like the whore you are. I bet you can take two of me.”

She moans, squeezing her tits and playing with them as I push her over and over again into the glass till she’s reduced to gasps and soundless cries. I stare at where my cock is disappearing into her and groan.

“Touch your clit. Make yourself cum.”

The building orgasm tingles through my spine and finally rises to the surface.

“Harder! Harder!”

I piston into her, shifting my angle a little until I hit a specific spot inside her that makes her back bow.

As I get to the precipice, I throw my head back and grit my teeth, pulling out of her at the last moment.

I watch in fascination as ropes of cum shoot over her back and ass. Her legs tremble, and just as I step away, she drops to the ground, too exhausted to hold herself up.

“I don’t know how,” she whispers with a delirious smile, “but it just continues to get better with you. It’s never this hot with anybody else.”

“Good to know,” I say noncommittally, already reaching for my clothes.

“You’re a beast, Ale. And you have a monstrous cock to match.”

My head snaps down to her, and I feel my blood turn to ice, my earlier satisfaction dissipating into thin air. “Never call me that again. Understand?”

Images of a dark-haired man calling me Ale with a smug grin flitter through my mind. Each image makes me tenser and tenser until I’m coiled tight like a loaded spring. My fingers twitch at my side.

Her eyes widen, a hint of fear flashing through them, and then she rolls her eyes. “Okay, darling.”

I grab a towel and a pack of wet wipes and toss it at her. “Get cleaned up.”

Dayna’s bottom lip pokes out, and she gives me what she thinks is a cute puppy look. “Really? You’re just going to dismiss me like this? I thought we could have dinner, and then we could go for another round. I don’t know about you, but I could really use a few more of those orgasms.”

I’m regretting calling her already. “Not tonight.”

“Not ever, you mean.” She climbs to her feet, hands on her slim hips, confident in her nudity. I can’t help the way my eyes trail down her body, but instead of the rush of heat, there’s just the mildest stirring within me.

“I’m busy today.” I tug my briefs up my hips, my pants following. There’s a sudden itch to jump in the shower and scrub her off my skin that I’ve never felt before.

She huffs. “You’re always busy. Where do I factor into all your busy plans?”

I’m slowly losing all patience for this conversation. “I’ll call you, Dayna.” The dismissal is as clear as day, and anybody with something between their ears would have taken the cue. Unfortunately, nobody could ever accuse Dayna of having a brain.

“No, you won’t,” she whines. “You never call. I’m the one who’s always coming to you. I’m starting to think I’m just a booty call to you. I thought you liked me.”

“What gave you that impression?” I ask through clenched teeth.

Her mouth tips down at the corners, and she grabs her purse and hurls it at me. I bat it away with the flick of my wrist, about to grab her by her slender neck and toss her out, but she immediately burst into tears.

“How can you say that? Why would you be so mean?” She glances over her shoulder and then back at me. “Is it because of her? I saw you looking at her the whole time you were fucking me. Who is she?”

“She’s business, nothing more.” And now I’m explaining myself to someone who’s little more than a hole for me to stick my dick into.

Fucking hell.

“Business?” Her brows raise, the fake tears drying up in the face of her curiosity. “What kind of business? Do you let all your birdies sleep in a queen-sized bed in your house? Are you fucking her? I didn’t realize you were into the flesh trade. I thought?—”

“I don’t keep you around for your excellent thinking,” I cut in. “Clean yourself up and get out.” And since when does Dayna dare question me about anything?

“Ugh,” she grunts, turning to pick up the wet wipes and jerkily cleaning her makeup-smeared face, “I wonder what you want with her. She’s basically a cow.”

“What did you just say?” I narrow my eyes at her.

“Look at her.” She points one slender arm to the glass. “Hasn’t she ever heard of a gym? Or dieting? I guess some men like them that way, but you can do much better than her, you know.”

I don’t grace her with a response. Instead, my gaze shifts over her shoulder to the still-sleeping woman. Something inside me suddenly burns with the urge to have her hazel eyes on me. It creeps up my spine and leaves me feeling odd.

I turn away in irritation, fixing my gaze on the blonde who is now pulling her eggshell bandage dress over her hips. She turns her back to me, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.

“Zip me up, darling.”

“Zip yourself up. With all the time you spend at the gym and the dieting you do, you should be fit and flexible enough to reach.”

The look she shoots me is acerbic. “What’s come over you?”

“It’s time for you to leave,” I tell her firmly.

She snatches her purse from the floor after doing up her zipper and then approaches me, a suggestive smile on her lips. “If she’s really what you’re interested in, I don’t mind a threesome.”

I scoff. “I’m sure you won’t. But as I said, she’s business. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

Her smile becomes strained. “I mean it, I?—”

“Get out, Dayna,” I snarl. I’ve had enough of her and this conversation, to be honest. I make the decision there and then that I won’t be ringing her up anytime in the near future. Or ever. Apparently, lines are beginning to blur in her empty skull.

She glares at me and spins around. “You can really be a bastard, but whatever. Call me, Alessandro. I mean it. If you don’t call, you’ll never see me again.”

It’s not the first or tenth time I’ve heard that threat. I’m sure she’ll be back. Or at least she’ll try. But I don’t plan on ever touching her again.

“Bye, Ale,” she says with a wave.

On second thought, I decided I never wanted to see her again either.

My gun is in my hand before I can think about it, and the sound of a bullet being fired follows. I watch as Dayna’s blonde head turns into pulp, blood and brain matter splashing against the wall. Her dead body drops to the ground with a satisfying thud.

She’s just a gold-digging whore like any other. Women like her are always hunting for their next meal ticket, making them easy to buy and easy to use.

It’ll be so easy for someone to track her down and buy Sienna’s whereabouts from her. Killing her is the best option. And anyway, I did tell her not to call me that name. There’s only one person who was grudgingly allowed to call me by that stupid nickname.

I fix my gaze on the dark-haired woman.

She’s a product of the reason why I’ll never let another person call me by it again.

I grab my phone and call the number of one of my men.

He answers on the first ring. “Boss?”

“Get the cleaners,” I order. “There’s a stain on my carpet.”

“Yes, boss.”

I hang up, and then, without sparing the object of my current obsession another glance, I storm out of the room, crossing over the body that’s blocking the doorway.

After all this time, everything is finally in place. It’s such a shame Sienna is going to suffer for the sins of her father.

What is coming for her, though, is inevitable because, in my plot for vengeance, there’s no room for forgiveness.