“Fuck Luci, you’re unbelievably sexy when you undress me.”
I get off the bed and kneel before him, quickly taking off my dress as I set it beside me. I take him out as I look up through my lashes at his face, swiping my thumb across the bead of precum leaking from the tip. I don’t miss how his legs slightly shake once I take him into my mouth. He moans breathlessly and tilts his head back while peeling his shirt off, exposing his defined body.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. My fiancé, my lover, my amore. While I’d love to fuck that pretty face of yours, I’d rather make love to your perfect pussy.”
I’m swept up and set on the bed and he crawls between my legs. He swipes the head of his dick between my folds before pulling me in for a bruising kiss when he pushes himself inside me. I moan into his mouth when he lets go of my face to graze his finger over my already stiff nipple, teasing me. Immediately I roll my hips into his, meeting his slow, passionate speed as we make love. He places a hand behind my head, pressing my lips closer to his, and know instantly this is it. I thought I knew what love was before meeting him. I was wrong. This is love. Every moment, every touch, every word is filled with his love.
I break the kiss with him, knowing my orgasm is approaching and he can too. “Alessandro, please. I want to come for you. I need it.” A smirk appears on his face as he leans back and rubs his thumb in light circles on my clit with subtle pressure that keeps me on edge.
Alessandro leans down again, kissing up my neck before he hovers directly over my lips. “Come for me, Luci. Come while I fill you up.” The moment he kisses me, he applies enough extra pressure to my clit that it instantly pushes me over the edge.
“Alessandro, come with me. Please. Please. Please!” He fills me with ropes of cum as we gaze into each other’s eyes, staying in that same position even after I’m full of him.
Alessandro rests his forehead against mine, both of us panting. “I love you, Luciana. Mio premio. I’ve never loved someone like this. You’re mine now and forever. Never leave me.”
“Never.”
Chapter 42
Alessandro
1 Day Until The Wedding
After a night of making love, Luci and I spend most of the morning in bed together, simply existing in peace. She lies on my chest and I comb my fingers through her soft hair, her hand rubbing up and down my chest. Her engagement ring shines in the sunlight that’s come through the windows.
It’s noon before I peel myself away from Luci, needing to get some last-second work done. Geno leaves the day after the wedding, and working in the same country together is significantly easier.
I’m waiting for Geno and Marco to arrive when I hear Luci running around, instructing everyone where to set up for tomorrow. I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever been nervous,but surprisingly I am about tomorrow. I need to make sure that everything is perfect for her.
Geno and Marco come in, laughing like they’re old buddies. Marco takes a seat in his regular spot while Geno comes around the desk.
“Mossa.”
What the fuck? “What the fuck do you mean ‘mossa’? This is my chair, my desk, my office.”
“And you are my nipote. I am the boss, and I will sit at this desk. Ora muoviti.”
I feel like a fool sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs across from my desk instead of my chair that Geno is currently sitting in. I make a mental note to replace them when this wedding is over. That is, if Luci and I can stay off each other.
Geno breaks me out of my thoughts when he screams my name. “Alessandro! Are you paying attention?”
“No, I’m not. I’m trying to figure out why I’m uncomfortable. Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m not sitting in my chair.” Geno glares at me while Marco chuckles from his seat.
“I thought your days of throwing little boy fits were over. I want to take care of this so we’re able to have dinner as a family and celebrate you and Luciana before tomorrow. Can we continue?” I hum my response, which he hates. He doesn’t say anything, choosing his battles carefully.
“All the shit with Carlo has been cleaned up, thanks to Marco and we’re hiring someone else, internally, of course. Sports are back on track. Those numbers will only heighten once other seasons commence and the closer to playoffs we get. There’s nothing out of the ordinary from our gambling rooms. We have a few personal loans we need to collect soon around here. I want any new men collecting those. It will show if they’re worthy. What I especially want to talk about is how to prevent powertrips between the people who enter our rooms and someone they bring in with them.”
That’s what brings my attention to him. “Is this about Samuel Walton and Claire? There have been men for years who bring in young women. They want something pretty on their laps. That won’t stop.”
Geno slams his fist into the desk as he stands. “This isn’t about anyone! This is about making sure powerful men don’t take advantage of young women in our place of business.”
And yet my relationship started with me kidnapping and forcing Luci to marry me. I keep that thought to myself since sometimes it’s easier to agree with Geno and I’ve already pissed him off today. “Fine. What do you suggest, then?”
“Teach our bouncers to be alert for any signs and handle anything before they come in the door. If it becomes an issue after the fact, have the cocktail waitresses know how to get girls away from the men.”
That is a disaster waiting to happen, and I won’t let this happen in my territory without it being tested elsewhere. “How about this? Try it in your rooms back home and let me know how it does. If it works, I’ll put it in my spaces. Si?”
“I can agree with that.” Finally, something we can agree on. “Enough work. Let’s go eat.”
