61.
Amelia's POV
People tend to speak the truth when they get drunk. I've heard that a lot of times and tonight, I wanted to get Alessandro drunk too and get him to tell me everything he knew about what Russo had said.
I was very sure on this cause I have witnessed him get wasted. That afternoon when he got drunk and thought I was Regina.
"Drink more." I made him gulp down some content in the bottle and afterwards kissed him on his chest.
I lifted the bottle, pretending to drink from the wine. Tonight, I wasn't so alright and I knew I wouldn't stop if I tasted from the alcohol.
"Do you give me the permission?" I asked, placing the bottle on the bedside table. I sat on his laps, my hands grazing his bare skin.
"Yes, do anything you want. You slut." He replied, earning a grin from me. A groan split from his throat when I circled the tip of my tongue on his perker.
I moved up and down, repeating the action many times before I eventually slipped in cock in my mouth.
His loud groans increased and his dick turned more woody, standing more erect like ebony.
"Do you do this to him too?" His sudden question prompted me to look at him. I assumed he was drunk and continued slurping on him but he repeated the question again.
"Do you do this to your boyfriend too?"
I chuckled, tilting my head to the side. What did the mean?
I only had a bastard boyfriend and he was dead. He killed him with his own hands.
I watched him die.
Maybe he was drunk.
"I don't have a boyfriend, Alessandro." I replied him with a little smile. "And if you meant Julian, you should know he's dead and six feets below."
My mouth was almost making contact with his cock cap when he grabbed me chin, making me look up.
His eyes were starting to dim but he struggled to keep them open.
Good. Good, the alcohol had started to have an effect on him.
"I saw you in the bathroom fantasising about your honeymoon with him." He growled, his jaws tightening. "Don't play pretend. Tell me about him. How you suck him? Do you do it the same way with mine or there's a difference with the slurping?"
I was stunned to hear him speak this way. Like, what the hell was he saying?
Fantasising about honeymoon with my boyfriend?
I was only admiring my body. I didn't even know what pushed me to do it when all I was supposed to do was to think about my life.
Alessandro's involvement in everything.
I was a 100 percent sure that he was hiding something from me but he seemed so perfect at hiding the truth.
"I was only…." I paused and sighed, rubbing my forehead out of frustration. We weren't supposed to be heading towards that direction.
He should be speaking the whole truth already not asking about some invisible lover which obviously I didn't have an idea about.
"There's nobody. I suck noone's dick except yours. You're just been over suspicious." I complained, pulling my chin out as his grip softened.
"How do you want me to believe you?" He scoffed and I shrugged.
"You can check the cams or ask the guards. I have never stepped outside the mansion except with you." I put his mind at rest even though I didn't know why he was suddenly feeling insecure.
We weren't in some sort of relationship and he was acting insecure?
Was this how he behaved with Regina too?
"Come here." He growled, and grabbed one of my breasts, pulling me closer to him.
"Ouch." I winced as my chest slammed against his.
"What do you think about me?" He rasped, his eyes fixed on mine. I blinked my eyes for a moment trying to make do with what he had just said.
What did I think about him?
I think you're the most handsome man on earth, Sandro. Even though sometimes I want to rip your head off your neck.
But you annoy me so sexily that I find myself crawling back to you even when I'm hurt.
I wanted to say these words to him but, no!
That would be insane. How was I going to tell him all of that!
"Y…. you're Alessandro DeMarco and I think you're the most feared man on earth." I answered but deep down I wanted to say: I love every bit of the contour of your body. Especially your shaft, your perker. All of you.
Hell, what has come over me! I don't know but maybe you could tell me.
Do you feel this way too? Going crazy for a man who treats you good anytime he wants?
Switches to good and bad anytime he wants.
Wait, is this curable? Could it be solved medically?
Cause I wanted to stop falling for this man. I hated to see myself running round in circles. Around my feelings for him and end up going back to square one.
What do I tell the doctor when he asks what was wrong with me?
Okay.
Doc, I don't know but I feel this tingling sensation whenever he touches me. I get wet for him every time.
He makes me go crazy and whenever I sleep, I dream of him. I get thrusted in an erotic dream whenever I sleep.
He slams my wall in a way, that leaves me begging for more.
Wait, is that okay?
Yes and that's stupid. What do you think!
How was I going to tell the doctor all of these shit?!
"I know my name, baby." Alessandro purred as he circled his fingers around my cunt and this made me melt.
Heat rose from my abdomen and it rushed down my pussy, splitting through my walls.
His thumb dipped in more and his action made me cum, sending a white liquid down my thighs.
I just cummed again.
I could swear that I missed all of this and would never stop loving every bit of it.
"Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes." He whispered in my ear, his breath hot splitting against my nape.
"Do you see a burning desire, do you see my yearning for you. Or you just see a ruthless being with a cursed heart?"
My lips parted a little as his question sank deep into my head.
What did I see in his eyes?
A glowing passion or a beast?
I….I don't know and I wouldn't want to admit my feelings.
Why was he asking me all of this?
His green eyes dimmed, taking a darker shade. He shut his eyes and the next thing I heard was a snore.
Nothing made me take my eyes off him and I swear down, he looked so delicious.
My pussy still throbbed and my walls ached for his cock.
Should I just fuck him myself? Cowgirl style?
Wait, this was supposed to be a confession session?!
I got him drunk because I needed answers. How the hell did the tables turn?!