Alessandro’s lips tighten around my shaft, sucking with increasing intensity. His fingers still move in me, teasing each time it passes by that special spot, until I can hardly breathe from the pleasure. Just as I feel the crescendo building, unstoppable, he pulls away and looks up at me. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he commands me.
“Come for me,bellissimo.”
And I do.
I come hard into his mouth as it closes on me again, my cock pulsing against his tongue as he swallows every drop, sucking out the dregs as I squirm around. His fingers, still inside me, prolong the orgasm, keep the pleasure rippling through me until I can only lie there, shaking and gasping.
Alessandro looks up at me with a self-satisfied smile. “Yes. My sweet little virginputtano,” he says, before kissing my belly tenderly and pulling away from my still-trembling body.
And then he rolls off the bed. “Where are you going?” I prop myself up on my elbows, my heart dropping.
“No need to fret. I just want to clean up.”
I hear the water running in the bathroom, and curl up on the bed, watching the doorway. He’s back quickly, crawling onto the bed pulling me into his strong arms, his warmth a welcome comfort.
“Will you fuck me now?” I ask timidly, not wanting to push him, but eager to experience more. I can feel his cock pressing against me, not rock-hard anymore, but still thick. “Um, because you haven’t…”
“Rest for now,topolino,” he tells me, and kisses the back of my neck. “You can consider that your consolation for putting up with Julian the other night. When you’ve recovered, we can play a little more.” And he puts a hand down between my legs, cupping me.
It sends a thrill through me, but still...
Julian.
I promised I’d help him, and I forgot all about him.
CHAPTER22
TEDDY
I don’t mean to,but I fall asleep. And then I wake very early, so early that it’s not even morning, not yet. Alessandro’s arm is draped across me, and my ass is aching. But the ache is sweet and when I remember thewhy, my grin gets wider and wider.
I really need the bathroom, though.
So I slide out from under his arm carefully, trying not to wake him, and after I’m done, I go through to the living room to check the time. Only just past four. Usually this is around when I’mgoingto bed, not getting up. But I’m so wired now it’d be tough to go back to sleep.
I grab Alessandro’s bath robe, figuring I can take a walk around, tire myself out. The whole place is deathly quiet, and even though I know there are guards stationed outside the house, and probably still some in the security room, too, I feel very solitary.
Wait. Is that…
I could swear I hear faint piano music. From the grand salon?
But when I go down there, everything is dark and silent. I wander the first floor, watching my own feet move over the plush carpet and polished floorboards, giving a shiver every now and then as I think about everything Alessandro did to me last night.
And then, down the end of one hallway, I see something.
The door to Ciro Castellani’s study is ajar.
I pause in front of it, wondering if it’s a mistake, or if some alarm might go off if I try to open the door. Carefully, I push the door a little wider, then a little more. Nothing happens. No guards rush up to stop me. No klaxons go off.
I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to go in here.
But Alessandrodidgive me permission to go anywhere in the house that isn’t locked.
I take a deep breath, push the door open wide, and step into the study. It’s a creepy, shadowy place in the dark, even with the moonlight shining in the bay window. I start to back out when my eyes fall on the panel in the wall that I know leads to a secret passage, then down to the cells.
To Julian.
Guilt makes my stomach cramp; I’ve forgotten all about Julian, forgot him as soon as I left the cells, even though I promised him I would help. And when I think of him stuck in that hellhole, where I was for only a night and a few hours...he’s been down there for days.
