Naitee
I stare at my reflection in the mirror of the airplane bathroom. Two days ago I was in another airplane bathroom and like now, scared of going out and facing a man. My eyes are red and puffy, I have scratches on my chin from Alessio's unshaven face the rest of my body is a mess. Bruises and small scratches cover every part of my body and I can barely force myself to look at it.
I try to run a hand through my hair but it's matted and bloody in some places. I desperatly need a shower and a painkiller.
For some reason I feel nothing. The person who killed my parents, the one I've been looking for for five years is dead. He died painfully just like he deserved but it's almost like he's still alive. My body is craving something that I don't know. Something I've never wanted before and I can't put my finger on it.
"Have you fallen asleep in there Piccolina?" Alessio's voice is sarcastic and deep in that way scratches something in my brain.
I push my hair back behind my ears, take a strenghthening breathe and unlock the flimsy door. He stands there like a vengeful god and I can't help but want to fall my knees and praise him.
"No." Alessio's dark eyes thin.
"No what?" I hold my hands up.
"No to everything." His perfect eyebrows rise with suprise and arrogance.
"Do you not remember our deal Dolcezza?" He steps forward and cages me in with his muscular arms. The orangy scent of him cages me in and I suck down a breathe.
"No, and there's no written deal anyway. You've no way to prove it." Alessio grins and it's pure wolfish glee.
"Who do you think I need to prove myself too?" He leans in closer and tingles erupt allover my body. "God? The law? You forget Dolcezza I am a god and the law does not concern me." His breathe dances over my face and a heartbeat starts in my southern region.
"You have a godcomplex Rich boy." One of his rough hands sneak around to grip my throat and pull me forward.
"I am a complex god." His lips slam into mine and I welcome the embrace that I've missed so much without even noticing it. His tongue slides against the seam of my lips and I open gratefully. He tastes like mint and crazy and I think it's my new favorite taste. I moan into his mouth when his other hand sneaks down and under the jacket.
He pulls back and his eyes are wild with lust.
"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." He says and I laugh. I look like shit but he doesn't seem to notice. Two of his fingers slip straight into me and I groan at the feeling of his calloused fingers. My eyes slip closed and when I open them again he's looking smug.
"It will not be that easy Dolcezza, you broke our deal." A hint of fear and anticipation pangs through me. His fingers slip out of me and when he presses them to my lips I open like a well oiled door. The taste of myself and the look in his eyes makes the experience extremely erotic. His fingers press down on my tongue and test just the edge of my gag reflex. What he discovers blows his eyes wide and he chuckles.
"You are just full of suprises are you not Dolcezza?" His fingers grace just the edge of my throat and I don't react, since I don't have a gag reflex. He groans and his now clean fingers leave my mouth.
I grin up at him and see that his pupils are blown so wide that the dark brown of his irises is almost gone.
"Oh you can not tempt me like that Dolcezza. On your knees now." His voice like the devil and suddenly I'm a satanist, wanting to worship him. I make a choice in that second. Between living the life I thought I would and living the one I so desperatly want. The choice is easy.
I open the door to the bathroom again and drag Alessio in with me. He might be comfortable with his staff seeing us but I'm not. He locks the door behind us and the sound is final. There's no turning back now.
I sink to my knees slowly, making eyecontact the entire time. His sharp jaw is clenched and I can see him trying to control his movements. His fists are clenched by his sides.
My knees hit the floor and I don't even think about the fact that it's a bathroom floor.
I reach up to his leather belt and open it slowly. Teasing him. He gowls something and his hands reach for his belt.
"Nuh uh hands behind your back." Alessio growls but obeys me. He knows that I'm serious, he puts his hand behind his back and I swear I can see the muscles ripple with frustration. My hands go back to work on his pants and the I unbuckle the belt. Then my hands move to the button of his slacks and I pop it free. His balck boxers are strained and I can see just a hint of browned skin. I drag the zipper down and am faced with a monster only contained by a thin, expensive black material. They're tented and I'm almost afraid to free the bohemoth.
"I am one second away from taking control of this show Dolcezza and showing you." I lick my lips and my pinky breaks the elastic of his boxers. His abs tense and I wonder how he even has time to train. I drag the fabric down slowly and come face to face with his hard member. I don't even know where to start.
I have given blowjobs before but never to someone this big.
"Dolcezza..." He warns and I take a deep breathe. I will need the oxygen soon. I wrap my right hand around his base and stroke lightly. My lips wrap around just the head of him and he twitches. I would've smiled but it was impossible with his wide dick in my mouth. I pull back, spit on my hand and use the moisture to glide my hand up and down easier. He groans lowly and one of his hands burr into my hair. I stop moving immediatly. This is my game with my rules.
He swears, or atleast I think he does before pulling his hand away.
I take him deeper this time, halfway down and meeting my hand with my lips. I suck deeply and his groans tell me I'm doing a good job. I pull completly off him to take a deep breathe before taking him all the way in. My nose pressing against his sharp pelvis. He's inhaling air like he just drowned and I bask in the sounds of his pleasure. I pull back, my tongue dancing across his member as it moves back out of me.
"Do not dare Dolcezza..." He growls when I let him out of my mouth for a second and I grin. The control I have right now is like a aprodisiac.
"Patience Rich boy." I go down on him again just letting my teeth rasp lightly against his skin. Just enought that he notices and shudders against my touch. It's the best compliment.
I start to move faster and harder until I feel him swell and shudder in my mouth.
"Mia vita." He groans before exploding in my mouth. It tastes salty and manly and perfect. He pulls out of me slowly and I lip my sore lips. His hands clamp down on my shoulders before I have time to say anything and he pulls me up.
"My turn." He proclaims and he looks wayyy to eager. He lifts me up with suprising ease and places me on the sink. I'm afraid it won't hold but Alessio has no such worries. Instead he's tearing of the jacket with such fervor that I think he's going to break it. And he does. The fabric tears and I gasp. His hands are all over me and it's like my body is being electrocuted but in a good way.
His hands lift my hips up and his face delves between my legs. The sensations he creates with his tongue are glorius and I tell him that with my moans.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." I repeat and it all turns into mumbles when he finally gets me up to that edge and shoves me roughly off it. I crash and my vision dissapears in a cloud of black dots. My hand grip his hair and hold him to me as my body convulses.
"That is right Dolcezza, your mine." He says and the vibrations of his words only prolong my orgasm.
"Say it Dolcezza, say it." He contionues and I drag in a deep breath between my clenched teeth.
"Yours." I whisper and he grins.
"Who's?" I drag in another shaky breathe. "Yours. Only yours." Alessio smirks and I can see my fate sealing in his eyes. I'm now irrovocably his forever and for some reason I don't feel an ounce of regret. I've given into to the devil and life has never been sweeter than right now. In this moment.
"That is right Dolcezza. Only mine." He rises from between my legs and kisses me slowly and sweetly. It steals my breathe and I enjoy losing for the first time in my life.
"I'm sorry I left." I get out when he pulls back and his sharp eyes soften with what I'm hoping is love.
"You thought you had to." He replies and in that moment I realise that he understands me. To my core he understands me.
"Yeah." I say because it's the only thing I could say. I'm not going to beg him for forgiveness when what I did was trying to protect myself. I had no idea who Ross really was and I'm not going to apologise for that.
Alessio raises his brows but I don't speak more than that. We've both done bad things to others and to eachother but that is in the past now. I put him in jail, he stalked me it weighs about the same.
"Do you have anything else to say?" He asks and he tries to look serious but I can see the grin he tries to hide.
"No." I shake my head and make myself look confused. He licks his lips and it's the hottest thing ever.
"Really? You never even apologised for putting me in jail mia vita." I shrug again.
"It was a humbling experience I'm sure." Alessio chuckles and crows feet appear by his eyes.
"I began to appreciate certain things yes. But there is actually one thing I would like from you as a apology." He says and the glint in his eye is concerning.
"What?" I ask suspiciously.
"I will tell you in due time." I don't like the sound of that.
"M-hm." I drag it out but I don't outright refuse it. Whatever punishment he has in mind I'm sure It'll be fine because I trust him, for some reason. Even after everything that has happened I trust him.
"You will never be able to escape me after that." He sounds very happy about that and I smile slowly.
"I'm not sure I'll ever want to." I respond and the pure content on his face at that lights my heart up.
"Perfect. You are perfect mia vita." I can feel his grin against my lips when he kisses me again. I forget we're in a toilet on a plane to who-knows-where and I'm a ex-fed in love, yes in inlove, with a mafia boss.
It's just him and me now.