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36. Disrespecting the boss
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Dirty Sexy Saint 37. Getting punished
Jordan Miller~•~After that encounter with Alessandro, I didn't stay down there anymore since I didn't feel like partying anymore. Lorenzo escorted me upstairs so that there wouldn't be a repeat of what just took place."Will Alessandro kill him?" I'd asked when he dropped me off at my and Alessandro's room. "You heard him right, Jordan," was all he'd said before he left me alone. It was strange hearing him address me by my name; it was the first time. Maybe, he was also mad at me.Alessandro, on the other hand, was literally punishing me. That night, he didn't sleep in the same bed as me, making me wonder if he took one of those women to bed. I could barely sleep that night, torturing myself with the thought of him with another woman.He'd told me he wanted me less than three days ago. Was he already moving on because I refused to admit that I wanted him too?The next two nights were the same. Hell, I didn't even know if he slept on the same bed as me or not cause I didn't set my e
Dirty Sexy Saint 38. Do you want me too?
Jordan Miller~•~I'd never been this frustrated in my life. I knew I'd said it before but Alessandro could be a dick sometimes. He could've punished me in any other way and I swear I would've preferred it to denying me an orgasm. The worst part was that I couldn't help myself finish. I was usually able to; I wasn't sure what was wrong right now.I was half tempted to march down to wherever the fuck Alessandro was and demand for him to finish what he started, but that would most likely be more embarrassing than him leaving me in the dining room.By now, I'd lost my panties and my legs were spread wide on the bed as my fingers played with my pussy. It was unfulfilling. It was useless and I groaned when I couldn't give myself the kind of pleasure Alessandro could. He'd broken me; I knew that. Because why the hell would my body crave only his touch? Reasons like this were probably why Cathy had a wide variety of vibrators and dildos. I had none.I was restless and I was focused on try
Dirty Sexy Saint 39. Catching feelings
Alessandro Maurizio~•~Her face was priceless.Jordan had looked so shocked when I ordered her to go up to the room that I almost laughed out loud, but I managed to keep my cool and act like I wasn't amused by her expression. But I would never do that again. I was punishing myself as much as I was punishing her because I was harder than I'd ever been.I wasn't thinking straight when I pulled her on my lap, but boy did it feel right. I liked the feel of her soft body on mine. I liked the smoothness of her skin that contrasted with my rough one. I liked them a little too much; more than I shouldn't but I found myself giving zero fucks.Her cunt was tight as fuck and it felt like they were squeezing my fingers. I wanted more of that. I only had my fingers in her but it was addictive as hell. I wanted her. I wanted to slide my cock in her slick and wet pussy — it seemed like she was always wet around me. I wanted her cunt to squeeze the life out of me. Most importantly, I wanted to be
Dirty Sexy Saint 40. Yes
Jordan Miller~•~"Yes." I answered, not hesitating this time. I really wanted him and I wasn't going to deny myself of what I truly wanted for no reason.I had wanted him since the first day I laid my eyes on him. To be honest, I'd waited too long, lying to him and myself that I didn't want to have sex with him that bad.I couldn't care less about the deal we made anymore. I wanted him to fuck me like he did with that woman I saw with him the first few days of my stay in his house back in Chicago. That didn't mean I would fall in love with him at the end of six months. Lust and love were totally different things and could sometimes be separated from the other."Yes what, Jordan?" He murmured as he moved toward me on the bed. "Yes, I want you." My reply was immediate and precise, conviction in my tone."Good," he breathed out, finally climbing on the bed and hovering over me. "Because if I had to go another night without fucking you, I'd probably go crazy."I opened my mouth to reply
Dirty Sexy Saint 41. Pain slut
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro stayed still inside me for a couple of seconds, letting me get used to his girth and length. On my command, he'd driven into me in one sharp thrust, making me scream out loud, my nails digging into his back. It felt like he was in my womb!Men in the rooms around ours may have probably heard, but this wasn't the time to give a shit about that. Besides, I would love for others to know just what he was doing to me at the moment. I was only realizing I had an embarrassment kink as well.I could see just how hard Alessandro was controlling himself. It looked painful even, for him to just stay inside of me like that, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt me. That wasn't the Alessandro I knew!"You can move," I breathed out when the pain had subsided a bit, but my grip on his back stayed as it was, anticipating his next move."Sure?""Move, Alessandro!" I demanded. He gritted his teeth and I watched as his eyes darkened before he completely pulled out of me,
Dirty Sexy Saint 42. Morning sex
Alessandro Maurizio~•~I let out a yawn as I awoke from one of the best nights of sleep of my life. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this refreshed after a night's sleep. My dreams always left me feeling spent and tired when I woke up.I went to stretch, only to find out that there was a weight on me. I opened my eyes, seeing Jordan laying on my chest, looking peaceful and innocent when she was anything, but those.I frowned slightly. Was she the reason I didn't have any bad dreams today? But this wasn't the first time we were sharing a bed. We'd been sharing a bed since the day we arrived in Italy.Thinking back on it now, since sleeping with her, my dreams had dulled down. They were no longer vivid images of the death of my parents and the rape of my mother, but only not being able to find them.This time though, if I had any bad dream, I couldn't remember it. I sighed, putting my hand under my head as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I didn't know how to move away from h
Dirty Sexy Saint 43. Sound of a gunshot
Jordan Miller~•~My excitement was too much to be contained. As mentioned to Alessandro, I had never left the state, not to mention the country and continent.I'd been ecstatic when Alessandro said we were going out. I wanted to explore Milan, but I couldn't go by myself. I'd been told that the streets were dangerous and I also knew it was unwise to wander by myself and possibly get lost.As told, I dressed decently. I put on an off-shoulder purple top and blue jeans with black sandals. The only reason I adhered was that I knew he was capable of calling the outing off if I disobeyed him. The way he craved control was something else and the way I liked the control he had? That was an entirely different story.Italy was a very beautiful place with a lot of antique shops. Alessandro had suggested we walk to wherever he was taking us. I didn't disagree because it made me explore the city better, but it made for a very good distraction because of the shops I came across and insisted we sh
Dirty Sexy Saint 44. A bullet for her
Jordan Miller~•~My first instinct was to scream bloody murder as Alessandro's blood splattered on my top, but Alessandro was wiser than me as he immediately retrieved his gun from his pocket, shot in the direction the bullet came from, and covered my mouth with his injured hand.I was probably dumb for not carrying a weapon with me everywhere, but I didn't think he would have enemies in Italy. I froze. Whoever shot wasn't aiming at Alessandro; they were aiming at me!This realization had me looking past Alessandro to the entrance of the park to see a guy in all black running away."Fuck, he's getting away!" He yelled, trying to run after him, but I dragged him right back."What the hell? You're hurt!" I screamed, panicking as I looked at his arm that had been shot.He also assessed the wound, releasing another curse. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I needed to stop the blood and fast. I and Alessandro didn't seem to be having the same train of thought though. He sat down back o
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Dirty Sexy Saint 70. Marry her (The final chapter)
Alessandro Maurizio~•~"Come on," Jordan said as she tried to drag me upstairs. She didn't succeed very much, making her frown at me. "Alessandro!" She whined and I chuckled.Guests had started coming in and we had to be at the door to welcome them, but Jordan had other ideas. "Why do you even need me upstairs?" I asked her, catching sight of a new guest strolling in. Thankfully, Pat was there to make small talk with them."I just want to give you your present before we get carried away.""Jordan!" I scolded playfully, "we can't have sex while everyone is downstairs."Jordan didn't permit me to sleep last night even if she left the room, and immediately it was midnight, she was carrying in a cake and singing happy birthday in a low tune so she wouldn't disturb the others. It was such a sweet gesture that I found myself falling in love with her even more.I'd never imagined myself falling in love; I'd never imagined I would fall in love with Jordan. If I'd known how good it felt to b
Dirty Sexy Saint 69. Regret
Jordan Miller~•~Cathy was honestly a different breed. As soon as she saw the black card in my hand, she concluded that all the bills were on me. When I tried to protest, she took my phone (while we were still in the house) and called Alessandro.Alessandro, who hadn't expected it to be Cathy, answered with, "Hey, mama," and it was on loudspeaker. After getting over her amusement, she announced she was the one on the phone and asked if the black card was to cover all the bills, including theirs.It was embarrassing, but Cathy didn't get embarrassed easily. The guys also said they wouldn't be comfortable letting another man pay their bills, but she was quick to shush them, awaiting Alessandro's answer. "That was precisely the reason I gave her the card."Cathy shot me a look of triumph as she handed my phone back to me. Next, they wasted a few minutes, fawning over my car and arguing about who would drive it.I'd just stared at them for a while before I entered the driver's seat and
Dirty Sexy Saint 68. Shopping
Jordan Miller~•~I heard the doorbell ring and I shot up from the couch, half scaring the men around me. "I'll get that."Alessandro chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up as well. "I'll come with you."I made a face. He was only coming with me because he knew Blake was also at the door and he was a very possessive man. I didn't object though. I wanted my friends to meet Alessandro after all. "Promise to be nice.""Dolcezza, I don't make promises I can't keep."I scoffed, not bothering to try with him because he meant what he said. As we reached the front door, Alessandro decided to open it himself. He stood in front of me, blocking my view from my friends. I pushed him to the side with little to no strength. He most likely moved out of his own accord.All three of them stood there patiently. Cathy, unusually, was putting on a dress, a jacket, and a pair of boots, making her seem taller than she already was. Spencer and Blake were dressed similarly in a shirt, undershirt, and trou
Dirty Sexy Saint 67. Engaged?
Jordan Miller~•~I took a deep breath as I stared at the apartment complex again. It was fine. Everything was fine. I didn't have to worry too much. They would be welcoming, wouldn't they?"You don't have to go in if you don't want to." Alessandro interrupted the pep talk I was giving myself."Oh, I want to. But what if they don't want me anymore?" Since I'd decided to tell my friends about Alessandro, that was the one thing I'd been worried about. "They're your friends, they'd welcome you anytime. If anything goes wrong though, call me. I'll come immediately."I smiled at him. "Sure." Then, I frowned. "It isn't fair you get to ride my baby before me though."Just as promised, Alessandro had taken me to the car dealer. It was a 2020 Rolls Royce Wraith that was worth over three hundred thousand dollars. I hadn't known the name of the car but I happened to like it. Only after choosing it did Alessandro tell me what it was called."You can ride this baby."I didn't know what Alessandro
Dirty Sexy Saint 66. A themed party
Jordan Miller~•~"I want you to be mine."Like any other girl, those words excited me. But they also scared me because they were very much random.Alessandro and I were in the middle of a conversation in the kitchen when he blurted them out. They still hadn't found a replacement for Maya because they couldn't just trust anybody, especially after what happened with Maya.Inviting any man or woman to be a full-time cook in the house gave that person access to information and who knows what the person might do with it?"When you say yours…""My girlfriend, my fiance, my wife, my everything." He said, casually peeling a potato. I'd never seen Alessandro do such a mundane job, but I'd said I wanted to cook and he offered to join because he was still following me around to make sure I was okay. Besides that, he looked incredibly hot with an apron and a peeler in his hand.I bit my lip, trying not to be too giddy with excitement. I must have been quiet for too long because Alessandro looked
Dirty Sexy Saint 65. Search party
Jordan Miller~•~I straightened up on the bed as Alessandro walked into the room, carrying a tray most likely filled with things that would add nutritional value to my health."You don't have to do all these, you know?" I chuckled, stretching my hand forward to take the tray from him, but he didn't give it to me. He swatted my hand away and sat next time, then he started feeding me."I'm not complaining, Jordan.""That's because you don't believe me when I say I'm fine. For the umpteenth time, I am." I informed him, opening my mouth immediately after to take in a spoonful of the meal.He shook his head. He was looking very casual today — a tank top and joggers — as he'd been these past few days. Then again, he had not left my side, claiming he needed to take care of me and his men banished him from working for the next few weeks, so he had enough time on his hands to bug me. "Tesoro, you haven't left this room since we came home—"I quickly cut in. "Maybe that's because your room is v
Dirty Sexy Saint 64. Not like this
Jordan Miller~•~I closed my eyes, awaiting my death.Although I didn't want the last thing I saw to be Vince's annoyed face as he pulled the trigger, I also didn't want to see the horror in Alessandro's eyes as I took my last breath.I expected a bullet to pierce through my heart. I expected to be dead in seconds. What I didn't expect was to be flung to the side like a rag doll. I would've fallen to the floor if Alessandro hadn't been there to catch me."Fuck, Jordan, are you okay?"I nodded distractedly, noticing the hall had gone deadly silent. I turned around in his arms and nothing could've prepared me for the sight I met.Vince's arm was still hung in the air, his gun in his hand, frozen as he gazed at his brother's dying form, who was on the ground with his hand placed on his stomach.His hand was filled with blood, which only meant that was where he was shot. This was the second time he was taking a bullet for me and this one seemed worst than the last. Hell, it was obvious i
Dirty Sexy Saint 63. Let it go
Jordan Miller~•~I blinked repeatedly, looking at the gun in my hand; looking at my finger on the trigger that I had pulled. I had killed a man.Well, I wasn't certain until he dropped to the ground, an obvious wound on his head, revealing Alessandro.My eyes met with Alessandro's and he looked shocked to see me. I looked down at my hands again. They were shaking; so badly that I almost dropped the gun. A shadow fell over me. It was Alessandro. At that moment, all the grudges I held against him were nowhere to be found. I couldn't even remember why I was mad at him, to be honest.I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him or kiss him, but Alessandro made the decision for me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me senseless.The feeling was both familiar and foreign at the same time. I'd forgotten how good Alessandro kissed. Hell, everything he did was good and I wasn't even exaggerating. My gun clattered to the ground as my arms wrapped around his neck, br
Dirty Sexy Saint 62. My girl
Alessandro Maurizio~•~I had been looking forward to this day all week; since the day Vlad successfully tracked the location of Vince and fucking Romano.I'd known neither of them would have answered or returned my calls, which was why I had Vlad do it. Vlad was able to keep him on the phone for as long as we needed to track them because of his wittiness.We had a plan. Vlad and his men had just gone in and the other family was prepping to go. I wouldn't admit it, but my heart was pounding. This was the closest I'd ever been to Jordan, assuming she was inside the house at the moment.Knowing Jordan as much as I did, there was a possibility she'd try to escape, so I wouldn't be surprised if she already did."Siete pronti?" Patrizio asked the fuckers in the backseat. (Are you guys ready?)"Pronto a sconfiggere questo figlio di puttana," Lorenzo replied, seeming more enthusiastic than he should have. (Ready to take this motherfucker down.)"Perché lo odi?" Carlo asked in amusement. (Why
