Take Me Alessandro

Adonis's voice was like a calm before the storm. His words were barely above a whisper, but a lion's roar couldn't have been more terrifying than them.

"What? Did I touch a nerve?" Cara taunted with a wicked smile. "You heard your nonno. Your fathe—

Bang!

Adonis slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing throughout the room. He leaned back on his chair.

"How dare you? What do you know about me?" His voice wasn't raised, but his face was so hard that even a rock wouldn't hold a candle to it. 

Cara smirked. She was right about his father being a sore topic for him. The next question was, why?

"I may not know a thing, but I know you're just an emotionally damaged man projecting his Daddy issues on people."

The next minute, Adonis was out of the chair, his hand tightly clenched around her throat.

"Shut it!" He roared in her face.

Cara gasped for air.

"No! This... this is... how it feels... to use people's weak... weaknesses against them." She managed to get out.

"Weaknesses? You know nothing about me or my family! I have no weakness. Do you know what I've been through to get to where I am today? The people I've abandoned and killed?" He let out a dry laugh, his face holding a sinister look. "Look at yourself. I can squash your tiny neck in a second. You won't be the first, and neither would you be the last." Adonis seethed.

Going against her brain's advice, Cara responded

"You have one... you just confirmed it... if only you could see how you look right now." She gritted out; even with her face turning an unhealthy shade of blue, she still managed to pull a victorious smile.

She should be crying, begging him to spare her life, but instead, she kept egging him on. Her brain was telling her to cut it out, her heart encouraged her to press further. There was no fear in her eyes. She knew he wouldn't kill her. 

Adonis let out an angry growl, throwing her against the desk. She fell onto it with a small cry of pain, drinking in huge gulps of air. 

He stalked towards her, flinging all items off the table. 

"You don't think I can kill you," Adonis spoke, his eyes in narrowed slits.

"Yes. You need me." Cara replied, her breath coming out in short pants. "Where else would you get a shotgun wife?" 

He let out a loud growl once again before holding her hair in a painful grip. He pulled her towards him, taking her lips in a hard fierce kiss.

When he parted his lips from hers, they were both breathing heavily.

"Let me out of the estate," Cara demanded.

"No!"

This time, she pulled him up for an even fiercer kiss, and then she pulled away.

"Just for two days, I need to settle my affairs, and I want a private funeral for my father. I will be back, I promise." 

"N—

She slammed her lips into his once again. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she brought him closer and shamelessly rubbed herself against him.

A low groan escaped Adonis's throat as she parted her lips from his.

"You can—

Was all she could say before he brought his lips back to her. 

"You. Are. The. Most. Infuriating. Female I've ever met in my life." He said between kisses. "No one has ever spoken to me this way and got away with it."

Cara smiled when he pulled away for a minute.

At least she knew another one of his weaknesses.

He was unhealthily sexually attracted to her.

"Well, maybe it's because there's no sexual tension like the one we have." 

Adonis rubbed his growing budge in the space between her thighs, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped Cara.

She felt her control slipping, and she was yet to achieve her goal. If there was one thing Cara needed to come to terms with, it was that she was also attracted to Adonis. Both physically and sexually. Any other statement would be untrue, and judging from the lustful stare he had her pinned down with, she was sure he felt the same way. 

She ran her fingers over his chest, slipping them into his shirt to give his bicep a hard squeeze.

"So tell me, do you agree to my proposal?"

"What proposal?" Adonis asked through laboured breath as her hands worked wonders in his shirt.

"I need two days to myself. I want to tie up loose ends and pay my last respects to my father. I'll be back after that." 

"N—

She squeezed harder.

"Mio Dio, questa ragazza sarebbe la mia morte." He murmured. "Fine. Do whatever you want; the men would be watching you anyway. You get just two days, and you must be back by then. No excuses."

"No excuses," Cara reassured.

There won't be any excuses. Two days was more than enough for what she had planned. She would conduct a quiet funeral in the countryside, giving Antonio a better opportunity to meet her somewhere safe and outside the confines of Adonis's home. 

She looked up at the man who was running his fingers up and down her thigh. Maybe he deserved a reward.

Meeting his eyes, she lifted her hips,

"Take it off," Cara whispered, referring to her sweatpants.

"I was going to do so with or without your permission," Adonis replied, and then he tore off both the pants and her underwear, leaving Cara bare. "You started this. You should face the consequences. Now, spread your legs." He ordered.

This was what Cara enjoyed about him. How he always took charge. This was something only a man could give to her, not some boy. She might be in this for revenge, but she sure as h*ll was going to enjoy this part of him. 

Right there, at that moment, she had no issue with submitting to him. Obliging his demand, she gave him the view, a loud moan escaping her at the look in Adonis's eyes and then she snapped. She felt her last reigns of control slip off, it was all too much.

"Take me, Alessandro. Take me now." She pleaded and Adonis gave her exactly what she wanted.

He slammed his hips into hers until he was buried in deeply. Cara cried out at the force. He was rough. He was merciless. Pulling back and slamming into her again and again. She kept on begging. 

For him to stop. To continue. She was confused, but it felt blissful, and she let herself get lost in the bliss. Her hand wrapped tightly around him to stop herself from slipping off the desk. She let herself get lost in the trolls of passion, knowing she finally had the means to get anything she wanted from him.

Even if it meant being a vessel for his sexual relief. 

It was something she wanted anyway.

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Italian Vocabulary

"Mio Dio, questa ragazza sarebbe la mia morte" means "My God, this girl would be the death of me".