In control

In control
As usual I did my exercise, walked, trained with my trainer, and had my medication on time, had dinner, but tonight I wasnt totally fine. Alessandro wasn't yet back home. Every two seconds, my eyes went back to the front door, where the hell was he?

I contemplated if I should call him or not... I just wanted to know if he was alright or not. He may have gotten the FBI off his back but he had a lot of enemies—powerful enemies. Every time he walked out of the house, everywhere he went danger was always lurking around him.

Instead of Alessandro, I scrolled up and tapped on Antonio's name. It rang and rang, again and again, but he didn't pick up. Then I called Vladimir and his phone was turned off, which unnerved me even more.

I ran out of the house and called the guard patrolling the front door.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Alessandro? Where is he?"

"I haven't talked to Don Alessandro since this morning..."

"Well, call him!" I snapped.

"I don't know—"

"Do it!"

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Alessandro's number, he put it on the speaker but it was the same with him.

My heartbeat accelerated, I made him call everyone who he thought was with Alessandro and none of them picked up, most men had their phones turned off.

"Sir, if there was something wrong, I would have known about it by now..."

I felt my anger rising. "Then why isn't he picking up?!"

I kept calling all of them again and again until Antonio finally picked up, "Antonio, thank goodness, you picked up. Where are you, where is Alessandro?!",

"Uh, Nikolai, we are in the house just in the basement, there is a signal problem down there but Alessandro is c..." Antonio informed me; his voice was low.

The front door opened and I turned to it, Alessandro entered, his attention was on his cufflinks as he walked in.

"Antonio, I'll call you back!"

I hung up and threw my cell phone on the couch. I strode straight towards Alessandro and raised my hand to slap him across the face. My hand stopped mid-air as Alessandro's big hand wrapped around my wrist, his steel grip kept my arm in place and he slowly raised his face to look at me, "I think I have had enough of those..." he sneered, he was referring to me slapping him. Which I had done a handful of times now.

"Where the hell were you?" I was almost yelling.

"In the basement, had some work to do."

"I have been calling you like crazy for the past whole day, you could've sent a text, or was it so hard to do?!"

He frowned, pulling me closer by the wrist he was holding, our noses almost touched. "And why would I do that?!"

"Because I'm your husband!" I snapped as a matter of factly.

"Are you? I thought you weren't ready for it..." he drawled.

"Yeah, well, that's fucking different."

"You were the one who was avoiding me," he said, the smug look on his face pissed me off.

"So, you decided to ignore me in return to get even?"

A crinkle appeared on his forehead, "I'm not trying to get even with you. I just thought that you wouldn't even notice me gone."

"I wouldn't notice?! What kind of person do you think I am? I thought something bad had happened to you!" my tone was hysterical.

"Why do you care?" he snapped back.

Oh, he was asking for it.

My eyes cut to his steel grip on my wrist, I squinted my eyes and raised my free hand to slap him from the other side but he was faster than me, he grabbed both of my arms, twisted them behind my back, and slammed my front into the nearby wall, holding me against it, keeping me in place. I tried to get my hand out of his grip but he dug them more into my back.

"For a person who claims to hate me, you sure do care about my whereabouts a lot," he whispered in my ear from behind, his hot heavy body pressing into me.

"I need to know everything. Who knows if you're out there fucking some whore?! That could finally get me the divorce I wanted all along."

He forced me more into the wall, my cheek pressed against the rough surface hard, "I have tried being nice to you but you are starting to get on my fucking nerves"

I struggled against him, "Fuck off!"

He chuckled, "Stupid little Nikolai, can't even stick to his own fucking decision. If you wanted attention, all you had to do was ask."

I managed to break free from his grip and immediately turned in his hold but before I could act on getting away from him, he grabbed both of my arms again and pinned them over my head.

"If you call me stupid one more time, I will kill you."

"Promises, promises," his tone sarcastic.

I forced my arm out of his hold and he let me this time.

I trailed my hand down and cupped his cock from over his pants. I wasn't surprised to find him hard, I could see it in his eyes, how turned on he was. Desperate Alessandro meant weak Alessandro, the one I could easily break through.

I impatiently unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his pants, I slammed down the zipper and pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants.

My hand wrapped around his thick erection and I sloppily moved it up and down. Both of his hands landed on either side of me on the wall, he groaned and swallowed, resting his lips on my forehead.

I brought my hand to my lips and spit on it before spreading it all over his cock, moving my hand back and forth.

The action did something to him, his eyes grew dark and he looked ready to pounce on me like a predator does with its prey.

He tried to touch me but I pushed his hands away from me, he frowned; it pissed him off. He curled his hands into fists, slamming them into the wall beside me—all the while I kept on stroking him, spreading the pre-cum over his length that had accumulated on the tip.

He leaned his face, his mouth aiming for mine but I turned my head and his lips met with my cheek. He growled and bit my cheek, pulling the skin between his teeth.

"Fuck..." he breathed out, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

We stood there, in the corner of our living room. His hands were on the wall, his groans and moans filled the room, and his eyes squeezed shut as I moved my hand over his thick, bulging cock. I really wanted him inside of me but not now, not like this.

We stayed there as long as he wasn't close to his orgasm, his eyes snapped open, boring into mine. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm about to—"

And that was my cue to stop.

He jerked his hips to reach his high but I didn't give it to him. I placed my hand over his chest and pushed him back just enough to get out from under him. I strode straight to my bedroom without looking back.

"WHAT THE FUCK, NIKOLAI?!" he shouted, still a little disgruntled, he tucked himself back into his pants.

I reached my bedroom and opened the door, I stood in the doorframe and smirked, "That's for calling me stupid," saying that, I slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside.