Alessandra Russo POV
This had to be one of the happiest days of my life – hands down. Nothing could bring me down today. As the plane touched down on the runway, I took a peek out of the window and grinned so wide it felt like my mouth was going to split my face into two pieces. Just outside of the plane was my first taste of freedom and I couldn’t be more excited. It wasn’t going to be easy, this I knew. I was accustomed to living in the lap of luxury in a house full of servants and guards around the clock. All I needed to do was hit a button and I’d have people at my feet to do my bidding within a few minutes.
But it was also a jail, one big, luxurious jail. My new life was going to be different. I’d even insisted that I fly to the Philippines in a regular airplane, in the economy section instead of using my father’s private jet. Despite my father Mafia Billionaire Manfred Russo saying he wasn’t going to help me, he’d offered the jet. But I refused. I wanted everything about this experience to be authentic. I couldn’t prove to him or anyone else that I was strong and could make it on my own if I accepted handouts straight out of the gate.
However, the man beside me reeked of alcohol and beef jerky and was snoring so loudly that even my earphones weren’t blocking out the sound, so I was reconsidering my intelligence in making that decision. But this all comes part and parcel with what I was trying to accomplish – freedom and independence from a life of being sheltered and controlled. Half an hour later I was grabbing my baggage and making my way outside in search of a taxi, which wasn’t hard to find. There was a huge line-up and I groaned inwardly, the heels I was wearing were making the long wait a challenge to my feet. Lines and waiting, it was something I’d need to get used to.
Twenty minutes later, I was in a cab, the balls of my feet screaming at me for not wearing sensible shoes. Was I that out of touch with the real world? A part of me felt ashamed despite the fact that I hadn’t had a choice in the matter. Manfred Russo controlled everything and everyone with an iron fist – including his family. My mother Amara de Rossi Russo enjoyed being royalty and didn’t seem to mind the control being exerted over her in exchange for the perks. But I wasn’t my mother, if I were to be honest with myself, I was more like my father than my mother, but I refused to admit it to anyone.
“Here we are, ma’am.”
I looked up from my mobile phone and out the window to see the large building before us with the name Students Hall posted over the doorway. Looking back down at my phone, I confirmed that Students Hall was where I was supposed to go to get my room assignment and class schedule. “Well, here goes nothing,” I murmured under my breath, opening the door, and stepping out of the vehicle.
Entering the building, I felt a sense of excitement and independence that I hadn’t felt once in my entire life. I kept looking over my shoulders expecting to see one of my father’s guards over my shoulder. But they weren’t – I was completely alone, well aside from the thousands of other students rushing up and down the hallways. After a moment of searching, I finally found the office of the register and was confronted by another obscene line, straight out the door of the office and down the hallway.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumbled under my breath as I got in line behind everyone else.
“You must be new.” The short, thin guy in front of me commented. Looking straight at him, I frowned.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you seemed surprised the line is long.” He looked down at my aching feet. “And you’re wearing heels. Don’t get me wrong, your legs look amazing in them, but you’ll realize really quickly that heels aren’t practical on campus.”
Following his gaze, I grimaced. “Fine, easy enough to fix.”
Stepping out of them and onto the cool tiled floor, I grabbed them from the floor, unzipped my carry-on, and stuffed them inside. Wiggling my toes on the cool tile, my feet immediately felt better and I released a sigh of relief. We moved up a few feet.
“You’ve got a sexy accent. Where are you from?”
Looking up at him again, I briefly gave him a once-over. He was handsome enough with his shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. I considered lying but changed my mind. Wouldn’t matter. No one would really know who I was. Just because my family was known in Italy, doesn’t mean they’d have a clue who I was here. “I’m from Italy. Just arrived, came straight here from the airport.”
“Well,” his eyes scanned me, doing a slow up and down that no man would dare to do back home. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He extended his hand to me. “I’m Diego Gabriel Montenegro.”
With a moment’s hesitation, I accepted his hand. “Alessandra.”
We moved up a few more feet. “Alessandra. That’s a beautiful name… Beautiful name. Sexy accent. For a very sexy woman. I’m regretting not visiting Italy yet.” Tilting my head to the side, I eyed him a moment.
“Is that some sort of pick-up line here?”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “I guess. I can do better next time.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to. He seemed just a little too…young. I was sure he was older than me, but where I came from men were smoother and not so cringe-worthy when they complimented you. Fuck, maybe I just had unresolved daddy issues, who really knew. He looked me up and down once more.
“Are you pledging the sorority?”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. Should I?”
“If you want a social life while here you should.” I did want that. Friends. A community of my peers was exactly what I was longing for. Chewing at my lower lip, I nodded. “That sounds like it might be something I’d be interested in."
"If you want to give me your number, I’ll hook you up with the right people.” No one ever does anything for free and I suspected I knew exactly what he wanted from me in return. But he was hardly a danger to me. Men without conscience and those who lived to kill traveled through the halls of my family home on a daily basis. I’d learned how to tell the ones who had a conscience from the ones who had no soul within them. This man was a guppy compared to them. Hell, he was barely more than a twig, I could probably take him in an arm wrestle if I wanted to.
“Sure. I’d appreciate that.”
“Great.”
Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he unlocked it and passed it to me already open on the notes application. Just write your name and number and I’ll give you a call this week when we have our first party. The frat, which is what I’m a part of, hosts a lot of parties with the sorority. The introduction party and pledge party are this weekend.”
“That’s fast.” I quickly jotted down my number along with just my first name, Alessandra. I didn’t need him looking me up even though it would be hard to find much about me online, my father made sure of that. I’d never been allowed on social media. I was a ghost when it came to having an online presence.
“Well, we have to get Hell Week moving quickly.”
“Hell Week…” I muttered. I’d watched movies and some contained Hell Week. From how movies portrayed it, it didn’t sound like fun, but my brother and his buddies who ran Paradise Island were all frat boys so if they could do it then I sure as hell could as well. “Yeah, it’s just some fun hazing. Nothing too serious or to worry about.”
“Right.” I gave him another smile of appreciation. “Thank you for whatever help you can offer me.”
He turned back around as the line moved forward and before I knew it, I was heading to one of the stations to get my class schedule and ID. The first day of the rest of my life.
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Alessandra Russo POV After a little searching, I found my dorm building and my room on the second floor. Thank goodness there was an elevator. I’d given up on the shoes in the registration office and hadn’t bothered to put the torture devices back on, despite the funny looks I was getting from other students as I walked around campus in my bare feet.Opening the door, I stepped inside the dorm room which I was to share with a woman named Editha Wilson. I hoped I’d be the first to arrive, but that wasn’t the case. My new roommate was already settled in, lying on her bed and busy with something on her phone. Hearing me enter, Editha lowered the phone and smiled up at me. “Are you Alessandra?”I nodded. “I am, you’re Editha?”“Sure am. I hope you don’t mind I already chose this side of the room.” My eyes swept the room. There was no difference between the sides. Each side had a single bed against the wall, desk, and closet. The large window was smack dab in the center of the wall in fro
Alessandra Russo POV My eyes scanned the club as the four of us entered. This was my big night. My hazing task. I’d already been to the parties and made some friends, and they’d decided I was a good fit. This was the last step to being a part of them. If I passed this, I would officially be their sorority sister. Editha had yet to perform her task. Unlucky me, I was the first of the two of us.The club was the next city over, an hour and a half drive from campus. Apparently, hazing was frowned upon so during events like this, we needed to keep a low profile and that meant keeping away from prying eyes. They didn’t clue me in on what my task would be, I was nervous as fuck about it. For all I knew, they planned on having me strip naked and dance on the speakers. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”My roommate gave me a nudge and an encouraging smile. The other two girls, the head of the sorority, Carla Chan, and the vice president Rebecca Payton, walked ahead scouting out a table as we trai
Feeling the pressure, now that I was standing before him, I was at a loss for words. Well, nothing like just introducing myself, I suppose. Looking him dead in the eye, I caught my lower lip between my teeth seductively as I extended my hand to him. With my three-inch heels on I was nearly as tall as him, just shy of a few inches, making him just over six feet tall. “Hi there, I’m Alessandra.”“I guess that’s our cue to get lost,”One of his friends said, I didn’t know which one, my eyes were firmly in place staring up at the gorgeous man before me. The billiards game was abandoned as his two friends walked away.He accepted my hand, his large, strong hand wrapping around my dainty one.“I’m Zandro.” The feel of his soft, yet strong, hand wrapped around mine sent a shiver of anticipation through me. We stood in silence staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t have any game – at all – it was pathetic. In my defense, I’d never picked up a man in a nightclub before
Cocking a brow up at him, I held right to him. “You can keep going all night?”“I guess we’ll see.”Carrying me through the threshold, he took me directly to the queen-sized bed, covered in a black and white checkered duvet. We both went tumbling onto the bed, his body covering mine as his lips came hurtling down onto mine. His kiss was frenzied as he ground his hips against me, the ridge of his dick rubbing against my groin. With each movement, my skirt hitched up until it was bunched around my waist with only the thin lacy material of my panties and the cotton of his pants separating me from what about going to bring me the type of pleasure I’d been longing for. It was crazy and reckless. I knew this, but it was about more than a stupid hazing stunt. This was me finally being able to break free of the restraints I’d been bound in and be the woman I’d grown to be.I was free now to indulge in my sexual urges and take pleasure in a man’s body on mine. I was free to indulge in everythi
With one forceful thrust up, Zandro groaned loudly, as he pulled my body tight to his and unleashed within me. The force of his cum slammed against the walls of my pussy and the feel of his rigid body tight against mine was my undoing. I screamed out loud, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard me, as every muscle in my body tightened almost painfully then just like that a wave of pleasure rushed over me that left me light-headed and slumped against him as my pussy clenched and then released as I came to his torturous dick.“Oh my God. That was…” I gasped, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. “Incredible,” he supplied, pulling away from me just enough so that his gorgeous blue eyes could look into mine. I smiled down at him and nodded.“Incredible.”We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. “So, what now?” I finally asked with his depleted, yet still surprisingly thick, dick still within me. A mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes before he grabbed my
My eyes narrowed at him not sure if I should trust him or not. “Do I know you?” This time I gave him a thorough look up and down. He looked innocent enough, kind of like a boy scout with his short-cut red hair and green eyes and freckles. At least what Boy Scouts were portrayed to look like on American television – right down to the beige khaki pants and green button-down shirt.“No, not really. I noticed you in line at the registrar’s office the other day talking to some frat douche. You probably didn’t notice me, but you’re so beautiful that I’d have been blind not to notice you.” Cocking my head to the side, I gave him another good look up and down. He was a little scrawny. Certainly not the type of man my father would hire. I certainly doubted he was a plant, if he was then my father was really scraping the bottom of the barrel for security. He’s probably just some horny guy hoping to score with a girl hobbling her walk of shame back home.“I think I’ll pass on the piggy-back, th
Alessandra Russo POV Sociology 1001. My second class of the day. I’d been so nervous about my first day of college I’d skipped breakfast which I now realized had been a terrible mistake. Now my stomach was beginning to grumble, luckily lunchtime was quickly approaching. Entering the massive theatre room classroom with a few hundred seats inside, I made my way to the front of the class. I was going to make the most of this experience and was aiming for the Dean’s list so that meant being front row center for every class. Luckily, most people weren’t so anxious to be in the line of fire. Finding the perfect seat right in the center in front of the podium that that professor would presumably use, I set up my laptop and waited as the rest of the class filled the room. I’d read and taken notes of the first two chapters of the textbook already so was confident I’d have an answer to any question on the contents.The quiet of the room quickly turned to a loud rumble as students chattered amo
Zandro Bernardino POV I watched her as she raced down the hallway as if hell hounds were nipping at her heels. Damn, she had a fine ass. She had the kind of ass that made you want to grab it as you’re… I groaned to myself feeling my dick begin to rise in my pants. I should have made her take a different course, she needed electives, and she could have taken this course with someone else next semester, at worst. But I didn’t want her to. I’d been thinking about her since I woke up the previous morning and she’d been running rampant through my mind ever since. But it could be dangerous to my career.Although, all it had been was a one-night stand before I even knew she was a student of mine. Nothing would happen between us again, regardless of how much my dick wanted it to. She disappeared around the corner. If she’d given me a moment before bolting, I would have told her that she needed to turn in the opposite direction to make it to the main lobby of the building, but she’d figure it