All Chapters of ALESSANDRO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Yes, Right there, d-don't stop," I moaned out, Alessandro pounding in on me like I was just a fuck toy to him, Our hips slamming together, filling the room with my moans and his groans. His hands clung onto my thighs, pushing his cock deeper inside me with every thrust, My pussy leaking out arousal every second.Alessandro buried his head in the crook of my neck, still slamming his cock deep inside me, making me a moaning mess, his body was sweaty, and his hair stuck to his forehead."You always feel so good for me, baby," He murmured into my neck.I grabbed his head and tugged on it, making him groan, My pussy felt numb, and my legs were already shaking from the roughness."O-oh my god," I moaned into his ear, which only made him fuck me harder.I felt his cock jerk inside of me and with a push, he filled my pussy up with his hot seed."Fuck" He panted, collapsing on the pillow next to me, holding my hand, our fingers intertwining."Let's clean you

"Feisty little one aren't you" He said and she scoffed rolling her eyes "My son is lucky""If you think you're staying here, you're dare wrong; you have enough money to go to a hotel, so go" I demanded as he took a few steps forward only inches away from Cassandra and me."I'm staying here, son; I'll sleep on the couch; I won't even go near your wife," He said, leaning on the wall and crossing his legs over to the other one."One night, that's all I'm allowing you, you won't go near Cassandra or speak to her, and if I see you touch her, I won't hesitate to shoot you. I don't give a fuck that you're my father," I rasped out.Letting him stay wasn't one of my best ideas, but I'm not scared of a fucking fifty-three-year-old man; he wouldn't dare touch Cassandra while I'm around, so I wasn't intimidated at all."Got it." My father said before he walked over to the couch propping his feet up on the coffee table as if this was his house."I can speak up for my

"You Bastard, can't you knock""You can't just barge in when you feel like it!" I yelled, running a hand through my hair."How was I supposed to know you'd be dressing like this?!" He shot back."What did you need him for that could be so important to interrupt hm?" I questioned impatiently."Alessandro said he was looking for the guy that killed you mother and I found him. He left a ring in your mother's house and I immediately knew who it belonged to""Go on," I waved a hand in the air impatiently; why the fuck was Ian going to tell Alessandro this before me?"Are you sure you want to know, Cassandra? It might be hard to hear?""Just fucking tell me, Ian!""It's...my father's ring," He said hesitantly, and the door opened, Alessandro in the door post, stopping in his tracks when he saw Ian and me.Fuck! I was still in the bunny costume."What the fuck is going on here!" Alessandro yelled, pushing past Ian to get to me, shifting his gaze

I woke up to an empty bed once again. Alessandro Is knows where in sight; I understand he's a busy man, but it wouldn't hurt to maybe have some morning sex once in a while. I stretched out my limbs and crawled out of bed, my eyes barely adjusting to the morning sun. I slipped on my red silk robe, hoping to meet Alessandro downstairs. "Good morning, princess," He spoke in his groggy morning voice, and fuck, it was hot. "Good morning," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist, my cheek pressed against his back while he cooked breakfast. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs flew through my nose mixing with the scent of Alessandro cologne. "We need to talk about my father," He stated, placing bacon strips onto a plate. "We don't need to talk about him; let's just find him and kill him," I mumbled into his back. "It's not that easy sweetheart because I have no fucking clue where he is

"My Boss will explain everything; all you need to do is sit there and be quiet like a good little girl, hm," He retorted, continuing to eye up my breasts before staring at my bare legs.I let out a heavy sigh waiting for the boss to walk in any moment and probably give me the torturing of a lifetime by the looks of the weapons on the table.Isabella then strode in wearing a tight black dress with black stockings and her face painted with heavy makeup she also wore some red heels.Her gaze wandered to the weapons on the table, picking up what looked to be a knuckle duster; she then slotted her fingers through it, running her other hand against the gold weapon."It's nothing personal, Sandra; I quite like you, but I like my job a lot more," She stated, standing in front of me."If I wasn't tied up right now, you'd be a fucking dead bitch" I whispered, her face only inches away from mine, and I spat in her face making her stumble back."You dirty slut!" She screamed lunging towards me un