Chapter 42 Tell me to stop
Madison's POV
Nikolai was the total opposite of Alessandro and Stefan.
Dina explained how the three of them were inseparable since they were little and how their parents were all in the Mafia.
Though Nikolai's parents died years ago and that made him see Alessandro, Stefan and the Mafia family as his only family and would do anything for them
I was indeed learning new things everyday.
He was quite a charming young man and it was undeniable. However, Alessandro still topped the chart.
"You've been staring at that for a while now." Alessandro's deep voice spoke, startling me.
"I.. you.. it..."
"My cousin gave it to me as a birthday gift." He placed one of his hand on the shelf, his eyes dropping down to my face.
The book I was holding was a novel. Apparently, my duty today was to dust the shelf in his office.
The orders came directly from his mouth. This was the first interaction we had in 3 days after Nikolai came over and angered him when he whispered something to him.
"When's your birthday?" I asked, concerned.
"I don't do birthdays." He brushed his hands through my hair - absentmindedly, softly.
"W..why?"
"When's your birthday?" He asked, caressing my cheek softly as he raised my face up to his.
"August 23rd." I said, dryly.
"Tell me." He urged.
I raised my eyebrow at him, inquisitively. "Tell you what?"
"Your eyes. They suddenly lost their colors when you said your birthday."
For someone who acted like he didn't care about anything, he did pay attention to certain details.
I sighed, moving my face away from his touch. "It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me, Raven." He held my chin, firmly - not so tight.
I licked my lips, wetting the dry surface. "Would you tell me your birthday date then?"
His jaw clenched.
"Tit for tat." I shrugged, placing my hands on his hand in an attempt to push his away from my chin.
"January 23rd."
"That's 4 months from now." I smiled up at him. "You'd be 31?"
"Your turn." He raised my chin up, his eyes piercing into mine -deeply.
"You remember when I said my mother left after I was 10 right?" I said softly, swallowing hard before continuing. "It was just after my birthday. The next day after it."
A shuddered breath left my lips, my eyes shutting close. His thumb grazed my cheek, smearing the liquid that had dropped.
"Oh my goodness. This is .. I'm sorry. I - it's just -"
He leaned in, making my breath hitch for a split second. The book slipped out of my hands, falling to the ground with a loud thud when his lips touched -
My cheek.
He placed a soft kiss on my right cheek, tasting my tears.
"Salty." He whispered. "Not as sweet as your pussy tasted."
I pushed him away softly, looking at him weirdly. A soft laugh suddenly evaded my lips.
"What?"
"That was not soothing at all." I shook my head, my hand still on his chest.
He gasped lightly, feigning hurt. "Now, that hurts." He placed his hands on mine, covering it.
"Oh really? Where?" I moved our hands to the middle of his chest. "Here?"
My eyes imitated his, dilating. His chest heaved up and down, his eyes staring down at my lips.
"Maybe?"
Biting my lips, I slipped my hand away from his, dragging it down his torso until it got to his belt. He let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around my forearm.
"Raven..."
I don't answer, cupping his budge. He jerked harshly, growling lowly.
"Here?"
I rubbed my hands on that spot, listening to his breathing pick up - sharply.
" Cazzo (fuck) " He whispered in Italian, making my body heat up.
All my nerves had heightened, my chest arching into his.
My hands found the hook of his belt, unbuckling it slowly as I held his gaze.
"Tell me to stop." I panted, my hands dragging his zipper down.
He parted his lips, releasing hot breaths instead. He didn't stop me.
I slipped my hand into his brief, my breath hitching as I felt the growing monster pulsate in my hand.
The monster I had dreamt and craved.
Now I was finally going to get it in my mouth. I was finally going to hear him moan.
"Alessandro!" A voice yelled, startling the both of us.
Quickly, I yanked my hands away. His eyebrows furrowed at me.
"Someone is out there." I whispered, zipping his pants up and doing the buckle, all with shaky hands.
"Alessandro, I know you're in here." The voice sounded familiar.
"Go." I pushed him slowly.
"This isn't over." He whispered lowly, adjusting his pants.
Like hell I wanted it to be over.
Deep down, I wished he would've locked the door earlier and maybe by now, he would've been slamming his cock down my throat.
Okay, easy Madison.
Seeing he had left, I crouched down to pick the book from the floor.
Marked by the Don.
The blurb seemed to grab my attention immediately as I schemed through.
I liked it. It looked dark.
But the real problem was how to leave here?
I peeked through the holes, moving forward a bit, away from eyesight but close enough to eavesdrop and peek.
It was Nikolai.
"What the fuck were you doing behind the shelves?" Nikolai eyed Alessandro.
He replied in Italian. I couldn't understand that one.
Now, he was going to make the whole eavesdropping thing boring.
"I care. I want to be sure." Nikolai was about to walk up to the shelf, making my heart beat accelerate. Alessandro caught him by his arm, growling in Italian.
Nikolai refused to reply in Italian, he used English while Alessandro sticked to his language.
I knew why. He probably didn't trust me with some certain informations.
The lesser you know, the better. I was fine with not knowing much too.
"I couldn't find Madison downstairs, do you have an idea where she could be?" Nikolai smirked at Alessandro.
My breath hitched after hearing my name.
"Why the fuck are you here, Nikolai!" Alessandro finally snapped - in English.
Nikolai snorted. "Ah, I see! I must be getting on your nerves." He smirked. "So, Brenda told me about how you fired her from pleasing you."
Brenda? Who was Brenda?
"I don't need her." Alessandro folded his arm.
"If I know you, brother, I know you can't do without pleasuring yourself." Nikolai eyed him suspiciously.
"Are you calling me an addict?"
Nikolai raised his hands up in defense. "Are you?"
"Nikolai DeMarco!"
He chuckled. "Okay fine. I just ... I just want to ask if this has anything to do with Madison not being downstairs?"
I bit my lips, holding in my laugh.
I was going to get caught if I continued to eavesdrop so I decided to move away from them until Nikolai spoke again, making me halt.
"Or are you just trying to hit the bet. Like you promised?" Nikolai said, seriously.
My ears perked up.
"Nikolai..." Alessandro said, warning in his voice.
"I mean, Madison..."
Then a loud bang was heard, making everywhere go quiet.
My heart skipped, my hand flying to my chest. Only one thing was imprinted in my head.
Alessandro was on a bet.
And that wasn't all.
It also had to do with -
Me?