Chapter 94: Chapter: 94

ALESSANDRO

Cold, blistering water rained down my head and sluiced down my body in rivulets, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. My palm was flat against the tile wall, anticipation making my balls tight.

Unbidden, my eyes darted down to the raging hard on I've been nursing for hours, since I saw Andrea in that fitting room, naked, hot, and so fucking beautiful. Since she'd writhed and come all over my fingers, drenching them with her juices.

Apparently, nothing could make my cock deflate or go down other than the feel of her wet, tight pussy squeezing months' worth of cum out of it.

I groan, fuck! Just thinking of how her tight walls are going to feel around me is making me ache, making my cock rock hard, and my balls draw even tighter.

I fisted my thick cock and squeezed the bulbous head, swiping my thumb over the sensitive tip. My thumb came away with a drop of precum before the water above washed it away.

Walking with blue balls has been nothing but agony for days. I have been busy settling blood debt and sifting out traitors in the famiglia, it's nothing new really!

Just what I've always done. Soak my hands in enemies' blood all for my bastard of a grandfather. No! I wasn't doing it for him. I was doing it for her, for them!

I have always hated him, but what he did to her, shooting someone she loves to frighten her. It makes me want to gut him, it sickens me to know him, and I have done the same thing to her. I had no delusion that I was better; I wasn't.

He'd taught me all I knew, and I'd picked up a few things on my own. I did the same thing to her when I already knew why she was suddenly in my life. I had punished her, starved her, then frightened her by beating the shit out of a man right in front of her and shooting him.

I am not deserving of her; my world is full of darkness, of blood and violence. She would never fit in, and I never want her to have to, not to mention the child growing inside her. The best thing would be to let her go. If I were a better man, I would let her go after I take care of Don Marchetti.

But I am selfish, especially when it comes to Andrea, and now that she's carrying my child. This only makes me want her more; it makes me more possessive of her than I ever was. I want to claim her in every way. Because surely this is fate, she was always meant to be mine.

I was desperate for her; I've wanted her since that first day I arrived here, but I've been extremely busy taking care of business both here and in the States through Logan. It took my time, time I should have been with her, taking care of her and reassuring her.

When I came back to the villa earlier today, all I wanted was to see her and bury myself deep inside her softness, after the bad morning I had, which made me a bastard. She was grieving; she thought her friend, the older woman, was dead. I couldn't reassure her of anything as I didn't know of the situation at the time.

Logan had been busy taking care of Meredith while keeping an eye on the COO managing Nicklaus's company in my absence. And with the cops looking into Alice's case. It took him a while to check and get back to me.

I knew Andrea was as desperate as I. She wanted me, but I wanted us far away from Venice and my grandfather's spies. Even though I wanted to say fuck it all and have my way with her, however I could get her, with her, I always have to fight for control.

Waiting makes it all worth it, pushing my boundaries, controlling my impulses, the end result is always worth the wait. Intense and more pleasurable. I know without a doubt how glorious and how fucking life-altering that tight little pussy is when milking and clenching around me.

I like taking my time with her, playing with her, making her desperate and making her crazy with need until she begs me for release. Knowing that only I could give her what she wants. But I couldn't be with her the way I was before. I have to exercise control.

Control is vital. All day, I've been exercising patience, not to push Andrea down and fuck her from behind doggy style or pin her against the wall and fuck her hard until she's dripping with my cum. My big cock got even harder and thicker than before.

No! I'm going to have control, I've got to get my shit together. Control, remember I have to be gentle with her, especially now. Now that my Vixen is pregnant. Fuck! I'm going to be a father. Maledetto! Dannare! How do I become a father when I've never had one, good or otherwise?

All day, these thoughts have been circling in my head: How am I going to be with Andrea without hurting her? I love hard, rough sex. Though I'd enjoy slow and gentle sex a whole damn lot more than I had expected with my Vixen.

That was months ago. I'm strung so tight with need that I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her in her condition. It's why I hadn't fuck her back in that fitting room. I wanted her so fucking bad and would have, regardless of the two women there, if it wasn't for these thoughts.

I shake away the thoughts in my head, turn off the shower, and walk out of the bathroom. I snagged a towel to dry out my hair and body as I strode into the room.

Andrea had her back to me; she was in front of the glass wall of my master stateroom, her hands on the glass, like a little girl peeking into a mall at a toy she wanted but couldn't afford.

Her eyes fixated on the endless dark water. I made the right decision by bringing her here; she was happy, and still is. That innocently shy/excited smile had been on her face ever since we arrived here at my private marina.

I love watching all her happy little reactions. Today, she reminded me so much of when I'd first met her. Those days when we were both at NICO-TECH, when she was free, before she knew what she was getting into. Before she was kidnapped and robbed of her free will.

I miss those days, and I will make sure I get them back, or better yet, get more beautiful days with her now that we've got a baby. My baby! On the way. Shit! I still find it hard to believe that I've knocked her up. I'm not surprised that all our fucking hard work has borne fruit.

It's just, I never thought of having a child, becoming a father. I never even wanted to get married. If I'm honest, I still don't.

I never wanted a lasting relationship with a woman, until her. Now she's pregnant, and my grandfather, that bastard, is thinking of separating my child from his mother. That would only happen when I'm dead. That monster will never raise my child; they will remain with their mother.

“Wow!”

Andrea's voice brought me back from my thoughts. It was laced with awe. She must have seen something she liked. I was a little proud of my yacht earlier when I gave her a tour and saw the approval in her eyes.

It was the height of every luxury yacht. I had spared no expense during the making of this ship, neither on the interior nor the exterior.

Though I'd had the SOFIA for almost a decade, I had used it during my gateway vacations every year. Always after completing a new job. Seeing it always takes my breath away. I had designed and chosen every single thing on this yacht. I had it commissioned years ago.

It was my home, my solace, where I went to get peace of mind and forget the violence and chaos of my life. I personally handpicked every single man who made up the original crew. The rest I had approved of before they were hired.

It was in good shape, modernized with a few added amenities, and I was happy with the final outcome. It was worth every damn penny Luigi had convinced me to spend.

Enough about the yacht. It's time I give us what we both want. My patience has run thin. I need Andrea right now more than I need anything in this world. I flung the towel on the large bed and strode towards Andrea, who had yet to notice my entry, too busy watching the water as we sailed through the sea.

Standing there in tight jeans and my shirt, she looks absolutely breathtaking. There's something sexy about seeing her in my shirt. It always undoes me. The need to possess her is never far behind.

She finally felt me then whirl around just when I was a step away from her. Her eyes greedily took in every single inch of naked skin she could before going lower, widening as she realized I was completely naked. I almost smirk at her.