60.
Alessandro's POV
"Alessandro, I have a slight problem zipping off my dress." Ameila groaned, struggling with the zipper of her dress.
"Turn around." I told her and she swiftly did. I held the zipper and instead of helping her with it, my eyes roamed the back of her neck down her shoulders.
The scars from my whip hadn't cleared off yet but her skin still looked at captivating as ever.
"Are you done?"
No, amoretto. I just want to fuck you.
"Alessandro…." She called again and I snapped out of my reverie.
"Yes. Shit, I mean no." I was spouting gibberish. At just a little reveal of her skin, I couldn't concentrate.
What if I saw her naked? I'm sure I was going to go more crazier than this.
"The zipper is stuck with some part of the dress. It's all done now." I stepped back after zipping down her dress a little.
"T...thank you." She grinned and I nodded with an appreciative smile.
"You're welcome. I can be of help anytime. In times like this, you need a man like me who is experienced in all."
Shoot!
"S...sorry." I looked away, scratching the back of my head as I realised I had said nothing sensible.
"I'll be in the room. Call me if you need anything."
Call me if you need anything?
Anything like what?
Your dick. My subconscious told me.
Your dick. Your kiss. Your touch.
Not only was I going crazy but my mind was too.
Ameila thought I was gone and she pulled off her bra. I stood at the entrance of the door, watching her as my hand moved involuntarily to touch my dick through my pants.
She moved on to do away with her dress completely.
Still I wouldn't take my eyes off or leave.
She was left all naked without a pant or bra. Just the perfect sight for a crazy guy like me.
Crazy and horny.
What's she doing? I asked myself when she stopped in front of the mirror and scooped her boobs in her palm.
She giggled as she admired the view in the mirror. She held her two nipples in between her index fingers, rubbing them slightly.
"So pink." Her silent laughter echoed in the bathroom.
Next, she turned around, lifting her ass with her palm.
"Uh...oh good Lord! So eyecatching. It would have looked more beautiful if Alessandro hadn't drawn whip maps on it." She pouted sadly and giggled again. "But I still like them though. Cause why not? It's mine."
They're mine too, amor.
Only mine.
"What would my honeymoon look like? I wonder how flushed his face would look when he sets his eyes on these gracious assets."
Gracious assets, yes. But who was the 'he'. Did she have a boyfriend I don't know about?
Cazzo! How the hell did she keep it from me until now?
They were even planning a wedding?
I stopped looking and went back to the bedroom. It was a presidential suite so it had everything a mansion itself would have.
Heat built up in me. It was one of anger mixed with the burning desire for a blow job.
I pulled my shirt at the impact and sat back on the bed.
I kept ruffling my hair in annoyance and when I got tired I pulled the band that was holding it together away, letting it settle on my shoulders.
After what seemed like fucking eternity, Amelia walked out of the bathroom.
I was sure she must have been fantasising about her honeymoon with that bastard.
I clenched my fists by my side as I watched her move to the wardrobe and grab a lingerie.
I would definitely make sure the wedding didn't work.
That bastard wasn't going to marry my own amoretto.
Please note that I wasn't saying this because I like her or had some shitty feelings.
I was only playing the role of a caring Don.
We protect what was ours and Amelia became my asset the moment she stepped her foot into my mansion.
"Alessandro." That voice. That sexy voice full of seduction. One that sends pleasure and hunger renting through my veins.
"Yes." I answer nonchalantly as I pretended nothing had happened.
But I wasn't okay. In fact, I wanted to rant about it.
Who was the groom? When was the wedding and was the invitation card out?
"A...are we sleeping over here tonight?"
I took a glance at her and return my gaze to my phone.
I acted like I didn't just see her nipples so hard against the lingerie. I pretended I wasn't affected by the shape and contours of her body.
"Do you want to stay or go back to the house?" I clenched my fists under the duvet. Trying so hard not to go off balance.
"I want to stay." She said with a happy smile and jumped on the bed, sitting beside me.
I wondered why she was so excited about staying here.
"Okay…" I nodded, my eyes landed on her cleavages and she rested her cheek on her palm. This action made the strips that laced the lingerie up, loosen.
Even though it was difficult to stop looking. I forced myself to do so.
Why did it seem she was doing it on intention?
She wanted me to see how beautiful her whole body looked?
Was this seduction?
"You can just fix up those strips. You know they're loosened up." I froze and my jaws clenched when I felt my palm on something warm.
I have felt this before. The touch was familiar.
"Don't you want it, Sandro?"
Fuck. Don't say my name. Especially not so sweetly.
My eyes landed on her and she winked at me as she led my palm to squeeze her boobs more.
A sexy moan followed and this made me lost every iota of self-control left in me.
"You're flirting with me." I rasped, getting on top of her. As I stared into her angelic orbs, the whole word seemed to stop and the clock ticking taking a standby.
"Is it a crime?" Her eyes glowed with infinite cuteness and confidence. She must hand learnt a lot from her boyfriend.
Now, she ran her fingertips through my long back hair and traced down my jaw. Her touch sending warm shivers and electric sparks down my body.
In a swift moment, she sent her lingerie flying in the air and she pressed my head on her chest; the middle of her breasts precisely.
I grabbed her two hands and locked them together as I raised them above her head.
"You're irresistible." I growl. Heat rose to my cock and I rocked my hardness against her waist as I played and sucked her nipples.
Something I would pinch them. Sometimes tease with the tip of my tongue and kiss her boobs with so much love.
The firmness was the same. If actually anyone had shared this with me there should be a difference but her boobs are still so firm and hard when when I've squeezed so many times.
"Hmm fuck. You smell so nice." I kissed the nape of her neck, leaving hickeys.
Her hands move down to stroke my cock and she rubbed the tip occasionally.
"Let's have some drink first." Ameila suddenly stopped and grabbed the wine ordered earlier, pouring down a mouthful in my throat.
"W…. what's that? Don't get me drunk. How am I supposed to focus on this?" I spanked her pussy twice and squeezed her thighs hard.
A moan escaped her lips as she shut her eyes.
"I'm only trying to set the pace, Alessandro. Drink more." She poured more content into my mouth and I gulped it down too.
"Can we get started already" I breathed, smooching her round ass. "I'm losing it."