Chapter 108 Chapter: 108

Chapter 108 Chapter: 108
ANDREA

Before I could remind myself of all the reasons why being this close to Alessandro is a terrible idea, he swooped down, his mouth capturing mine savagely with the hunger and desperation I felt deep inside. I pushed him, hit his chest, tried not to fight his power over me, I really did.

But Alessandro is an expert at melting my resistance, with that single blistering kiss that seared me, I couldn't hold back. Just like he knew I would, I gave in to his insistent demand.

Kissing him back, I just needed one taste. Just one last taste before I could finally let go. This would be my gift to myself; I will always remember it, keeping it close to my heart. In the years to come, I will look back on this night and treasure it.

It would be my consolation at night, through heartache and pain, and whenever I feel lonely and need only he could satisfy.

There's urgency in every stroke of his tongue against mine, his hands cup my face with his large hand, taking what he wants while his other hand maps my body. My heart pounded as I matched him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke, running my hands over his body wherever I could reach.

He pulled me close the same moment I tried to get as close to him as I possibly could, but my baby bump got in the way. Alessandro let my swollen lips go, pulling and yanking at my clothes. I lifted my hands so he could slide my sweater off me.

My jeans and panties were next; I didn't wear any bra, as most of my bras barely fit. I didn't know he'd take off his own jeans until I felt his heated, hard body pressed against mine.

I shiver when I feel his length poking me, hot, silky, and harder than steel. Alessandro licks my lips. His eyes were so dark with need, I trembled with anticipation.

He ran his hooded eyes over my body, which had evidently changed, with broader hips, fuller breasts, and the bulge in my middle. His eyes heated even more. He captured my lips again, kissing, nipping, and muttering.

“God, I miss you so much, Vixen. I missed your mouth, your scent, the softness of your skin…I'm starved for you, need inside you so fucking bad.”

His hands shook from his need. He stroked my shoulders, filled his palm with my sensitive breasts, and then thumbed the tight nipples before bending his head and taking one into his hot mouth.

I gasp, arching my back, he releases it and sucks the other. His hands were all over me as were mine, touching and stroking his heated flesh.

Then he let go and lifted me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bed. He placed me on the bed gently, his eyes fixed on the bulge in my stomach, dark and intense, then he glanced into my eyes again.

I widened my thighs to receive him, half mad with need, already so wet from our kisses. Both his hands circle my ankles. He lifts one, kisses my calf, the inside of my knee, then my thigh, and finally covers my mouth again as he hovers over me.

“Fuck, Andrea, I've missed you,” he growled, lavishing hot open-mouthed kisses over my neck, shoulders, and breasts. He knelt on the bed, then helped me straddle him.

We were both so desperate for him to be inside me that it felt as though this was the first time we were doing this. I've missed him so much it hurts, seeing him with Valentina and not being able to touch…

Valentina!

Like a slap to the face, reality hit me in the gut. No! God! Andrea, how could you be so stupid! I'm not doing this. Tonight, he's with me after avoiding and ignoring me for weeks without a full explanation.

Tomorrow he'll be with that viper, and every night after. I could not do this. I deserve better than scraps. I love him, and it hurts so much that he doesn't feel the same.

He'd just grip his hard cock and was about to thrust into me when I scrambled away from him and pushed him back hard. He was caught unguarded, which was the only reason my shoving him had any effect; even so, it was only a slight movement, and his hand saved him from lying flat on the bed. He was still in bed.

“Andrea? What happened?” he asked, looking confused with my sudden change of heart, which was a new look for him. I quickly got out of bed, my voice choked with anger and tears. Anger at myself for getting sucked into him as always.

“Get out!”

“What? What just happened?” he asked darkly, kneeling on the bed. He was still hard. My body screamed for his demanding we finish what we started, but I stamped down that need fast.

“Get out of here, Alessandro. Go back to your wife,” I spat, picking up my sweater and jeans from the floor. My body was trembling.

“No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what just happened. And Valentina is not my wife, Andrea. You know that,”

“She's not your wife yet. She will be in a few hours' time. Besides, whatever this is, it can't possibly work out; you can't treat me like I don't exist and then come into my room when you suddenly decide you want to fuck me. I deserve better than that to be treated like a thing.”

“That was never my intention, Andrea. I just missed you so damn much. I couldn't stop myself from seeking you. I told you to trust me, didn't you see any of my messages?” he asked. I grab my hair, frustrated.

“Yeah, I saw them. Doesn't explain anything to me, though your actions were loud and clear. Listen, I need you to stay away from me. It would be even better if you pretend I didn't exist, especially now that you are getting married,” I said

“What are you saying? I don't understand. Look at me. Vixen talked to me,” he muttered, getting out of the bed in all his naked glory. He reached for me, trying to cup my face into his palms. I take a step back. It was a hard battle to stand my ground and not stare at him.

I refuse to let him pull me into his abyss—no more. If I don't push him away now, if I let him touch me, I'm afraid I might falter and lose my courage. Which I can't and would not afford to do, not only for my sake but for the sake of my unborn baby.

“Just what I said, leave me alone and go to your Valentina. I'm sure she will be only too glad to scratch whatever itch you have, you can't tell me you haven't slept with her since your engagement,” I said bitterly, pulling my sweater down my neck.

I was prying, which was something I swore I wouldn't do. Obviously, I failed big time.

“No,” he said, pinning me against the wall, still naked as the day he was born. His deep blue eyes roam over my face with something intense, and my breath hitches. For a moment, I could almost swear I was staring into my own heart if that makes any sense.

“How could you even think that? I could never disrespect you in that manner. I've never had sex with Valentina since I came back. You're the only woman I want, Andrea, I thought you knew that,” he said, staring into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, wanting to believe him.

“Bullshit! I've seen you with her. You're obviously attracted to her. If it's true you don't want her, why get married to her? I know, Alessandro. No one can force you to do what you don't want to do,” I said, trying but failing to slip out of his cage.

I begrudgingly stopped trying. He would let me go only when he wanted to. That doesn't mean I'm falling for his bullshit.

“Things aren't always what they seem, Andrea, especially in my world.” I know that, but I'm just so tired of everything.

I can't just wait and watch him get married and later watch helplessly as my child gets taken away from me. I'm done waiting!

He sighs, swipes his hand over his face, and the hair that falls over his eye. The strain I'd noticed earlier tonight suddenly became vivid on his features.

He suddenly buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling the smell of my hair and shampoo, for what was probably a few seconds but felt longer. I stayed silent, letting him hold onto me for probably the last time.

My heart ached for him, wishing he could tell me everything he's bottling up, wishing I had the power to protect him and everyone. When he raises his head and stares into my eyes, he looks more composed.

“There are things I can't tell you, Andrea, things I kept from you for your own safety. I took a risk tonight to see you. I need you to trust me. Just know that everything I'm doing is for you. Using his thumb and forefinger, he lifted my face to stare into his eyes.

“I need you to trust me, Andrea, to trust that I would keep you safe no matter what I'm up against,”

“Do you trust me?” his eyes held mine expectantly waiting for my answer.

“Alessandro's trust is earned. I honestly want to trust you, but you can't just expect me to blindly trust you without any explanation or knowledge of what the hell is going on. I was kidnapped because of you; my friends' lives are on the line because of you. I honestly don't blame you for that.

That's on your grandfather, but it's not just my or my friends' lives at stake now. My baby's life is on the line here. And you…you're fucking getting married in a few hours, Alessandro, what am I supposed to do? huh?” I asked, tears trailing down my face. His eyes darkened following the tears.

“I don't want you to do anything, Vixen. Just stay safe and let me take care of everything. I promise it will be over soon. Promise me you wouldn't try anything. I want to know that you're safe,” he demands. Like he could feel I wasn't honest with him. I swallowed hard and nodded.

“I promise,” I lied, my face neutral.

For a while, he only stared at me with narrowed eyes, but then he nodded. He uses his thumb to wipe the tears from my face, then he kisses my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and finally my lips. Slow and gentle until my toes curled into the wood floor before letting go.

He moved away from me, one step at a time, watching me in that way that spiked my heartbeat and heated my blood, his ripped tattooed body bared for me, his big cock half deflated.

He pulled up his boxers, glanced at me for the last time, and then he was gone. I crumpled on the floor and began to cry, my heart aching with the thought that I would never see him again.