Chapter 100: Chapter: 100

ANDREA

I was confused when I felt Alessandro's hands on my back massaging me. What on earth is he doing? But in no time, I gave in. My body was liquid heat, boneless from the massage, I feel great, stress-free, but very much turned on.

Though Alessandro's hands were rough, hard, and strong, they felt absolutely amazing; his thumbs and fingers dug into knotted muscles, kneading my flesh like a professional masseuse. I was nothing but a puddle of melted flesh.

Alessandro Marchetti is a contradiction, a puzzle I didn't have a hope of putting back together in a century. He's dark, cold, and a killer, which makes this more touching and confusing than it should be.

Knowing this man, who most men are afraid of pissing off, is here, massaging me, being considerate, thoughtful—maybe not so thoughtful, considering he was probably getting me to relax for his own gain.

But I can't help but be touched to say the least. I can't believe the same hands that bring pain and death to others are being gentle with me. If I weren't already deep in love with him, I would have fallen for him in the span of these two days.

Whether he's Nicklaus, Ombra, or Alessandro, he's already gotten his hooks so fucking deep inside me. I don't know if I will ever be able to yank him out of my system.

I hate him, I love him. And with the knowledge of what we created between us. I feel like everything has changed.

For better or worse, Alessandro Marchetti is the father of my unborn baby. We've created life together, we're bonded for life. That connection, that bond would always be there. Our child would be there between us.

Ever since the day I found out about my pregnancy, I have always wondered when it happened. Was it when he tortured me, then took me hard, the day we went to the Hamptons? Or was it the last time we were together, in the penthouse the night before I fled?

In the end, it really didn't matter; it could have been any of the hundred other times he'd taken me. I was surprised I didn't get pregnant earlier with the amount of sex we've been having; it's a wonder he hadn't knocked me up that first week.

I bit my lips when his hands went lower and started massaging my thighs. I was already soaked from his teasing, spanking, and mouth, and spread-eagled as I was on my stomach on the bed. With my sex open for his eyes.

There was nothing I could do to escape Alessandro's brand of torture; my body was drenched in sweat. I've had enough foreplay; my skin was pulled tight and hypersensitive.

I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside me, filling and taking me completely. Alessandro's hands were firm but gentle, just holding me where he wanted me.

“Relax, Andrea. That's the purpose of the massage. You might think it's for you, but baby, that's for me. I don't want you to feel pain, only pleasure, but then a little pain might make your orgasm more intense.”

I didn't understand anything from what he said, just eager for him to fuck me. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside me, filling and taking me completely.

It seems my prayers have finally been answered, because before I could beg him to take off the handcuffs and chains from my feet, he took off my blindfold, then he guided me to the footboard of the bed. Like this, I was facing the mirrors, Alessandro knelt behind me completely naked, his cock so hard.

Oh, so this is what the mirrors were for, I thought when I saw our reflections. Jealousy suddenly pierces my lust-filled brain.

He'd done this before! Probably with Valentina. Otherwise, why were the mirrors here? How long have they been here? I wonder how many other women he'd done this with. I glanced back at him, my voice choked with pain.

“Did you…have you done this before…,”

“Only you, Vixen. I've never brought another woman on this ship,” somehow I know he was telling me the truth. My eyes softened.

Embarrassed, I went to look away from his intense gaze, but he stopped me with a kiss until he reignited that fire he'd built inside me. When he let me go, there was nothing but my need for him.

My mouth went dry as I watched him part my wet folds with his hard cock through the mirror, sinking inside my pussy to the hilt. A tight fit as always.

We moaned in unison, at the rightness and feel of each other, our eyes held each other's as he thrust into me, he lifted me until I knelt on the bed, one of my hands holding the footboard while the other held his thigh—Alessandro's left hand on my waist, holding me up for his deep, hard thrust.

His right hand was squeezing my breast and pinching my nipples, while his cock wrecked my pussy, I was beyond wet! Watching Alessandro fuck me through the mirror was adding fuel to the fire! Meeting his hooded lust-crazed eyes through the mirror was even more intimate.

“Ahh…Ahhlessandro…” I sobs,

“Yes, Vixen, come for me, come all over my cock. Squeeze me with your tight little pussy,” he growled, adding more Italian words I couldn't understand.

One of his hands reaches between my thighs and rubs my clit, sending me over the edge. I screamed his name, clutching the footboard so tight as waves after waves of pleasure crashed into me.

When I finally came down to earth. Alessandro had slowed his thrust.

“You didn't come,” I said in a hoarse voice, still panting.

“Oh, I plan to,” he said with a wicked grin before pulling out, confusing me. That's when I saw him carry a bottle of something from the bed.

“Just stay calm and relax for me,” he said, his hands pressing me down.

“Arch your back and lift this beautiful ass for me, Andrea,” I hesitated a bit before I did as he said. Pushing my ass out as he demanded.

Alessandro poured a generous amount of lube over my ass, as I suspected. I was surprised that I wasn't panicking. Alessandro is going to fuck my ass. When his fingers breach no man's land, I gasp, feeling the burn. It's going to hurt.

“Don't let it hurt much, Alessandro,” I muttered, ready to give him everything even knowing it would hurt. The first time always does. He kissed my butt cheek. His beard rubbed against the flesh, tinkling.

He thrust first one finger stretching me, then another, and a third. I bite my lips, blinking back tears, as he thrusts his fingers in and out, getting me ready for his much larger cock.

“You will only feel a pinch, and after that, you will feel only pleasure. I promise!” I doubted it, but before I could say another word. He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with the bulbous head of his cock. He thrust in a few inches, then more. I gasped and moaned in pain. He's going to tear me in two.

“Just a little more Vixen and then it will be over,” he comforted, his mouth feathering kisses over my neck and shoulders.

I glanced into the mirror, my eyes were instantly trapped by his, when he finally buried himself deep inside me! My eyes flutter close; it fucking burned. I've also never felt this full, this stretched.

Alessandro groans!

“Fuck! Andrea, are you okay?” I nodded.

“Baby, look at me,” he said, his hands stroking and petting me. I finally breathed and then opened my eyes.

“I'm okay, you can move,” I assured, smiling at him.

“Good, I'm barely holding on, Vixen, you're so fucking tight!” he began thrusting into me, slow at first, then gradually increasing his pace. I was shocked by the sounds spilling out of my mouth.

At first, it was more pain than pleasure, but gradually the pain receded, morphing into pleasure. I couldn't control the groans and cries I was making.

There was pain, but there's so much blinding pleasure. Watching Alessandro fuck me savagely through the mirror, his arm muscles bulging, his abs clenching with every deep thrust, sweat trickling down his face, and his delicious inked body—added to the whole thing.

I couldn't get enough. His left hand worked overtime, palming, rolling, and tugging at my breasts and jutting nipples, down my stomach and between my legs, he thrust two long fingers into my pussy.

While his lean hips hammered into me. I couldn't do anything, only hold onto the rail as waves of pain/pleasure took control of my body and soul.

Alessandro refused to let me look anywhere but at him through the mirror, his dark eyes half lidded with sinful pleasure, watching me, letting me watch him in return.

At that moment, he and I were soul-bare to each other. There was nothing between us, not our differences nor our problems, just he and I. In the most intimate position anyone could ever be.

I could tell when Alessandro was about to come, so was I. His thrust was fast and erratic, his face scrunched as if he was in pain, his cock had swollen even bigger inside me.

His hand sneaks between my thighs from the front, rubbing, tweaking, and pinching my clit, bringing me to the edge with him. His groans were deep and loud when he finally came; his hips jerked as hot cum spilled inside me, filling me up. I followed a second later! My mouth parted in a silent scream as pleasure blinded me.

My toes curled, my walls clenching and pulsing, I slumped over the foot of the bed, panting from one of the most amazing orgasms of my life. Alessandro draped over me, still gliding his softening cock inside me, lazily not ready to part from me.

His hands were smoothing over my spine, shoulders, and arms before finally smoothing my damp hair away from my face.

For a while, we stare at each other, then Alessandro kisses my shoulder, my nose, then my eyes before finally claiming my mouth so tenderly my heart aches.

“Sei bellissima mia luce,” he whispered, staring into my eyes, his dark blue eyes swirling with some unknown emotion.

He gently pulls out, and I bite my lips to stop the moan from the twinge of pain in my ass. Before I could lie on the bed. Alessandro swept me into his arms, carrying me and striding into the ensuite bathroom.