Chapter 118 Chapter: 118

Chapter 118 Chapter: 118
ANDREA

Every touch seared my senses, my body trembling with need. Alessandro kissed me until my lips felt branded before he slowly crawled down my body, fitting himself perfectly between my spread thighs. He took off my lace panties and then settled in to feast.

One swipe of his tongue between my wet folds sent an electric jolt straight through every nerve ending. “You taste so good, my Vixen,” he groans, the vibration making my eyes roll back. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this.” He wraps his lips and sucks lightly on my clit, nearly sending me straight into the abyss.

Pleasure ignites in my very soul with every lick and suction of his tongue on my clit as he devours me in earnest, sending more liquid heat flowing out of my pussy and straight into his waiting mouth.

“Oh.” I gasped, “Oh my god, Sandro, I’m comi….” I cried as pleasure washed over me, my trembling legs squeezing around his dark head.

Alessandro kept licking me, adding his fingers into the mix until another even more intense orgasm tore through me, leaving me gasping for breath.

When he crawled over me, I was still fighting for breath, my walls spasming.

Alessandro lined his silken, hard cock with my entrance. “Kiss me, Andrea,” he murmured, his voice raw with need, every carved muscle gleaming with sweat and bunching with restraint.

I lifted on my elbows and met his mouth, kissing him. His mouth pried mine open, and our tongues tangled together. At the same time, he rammed his cock all the way in, burying his thick cock to the hilt.

A feral groan tore from his throat, drowning my moan. He pulled back to stare into my eyes. “You good?” he gritted, his veins popping, “It’s so good, so don’t you fucking stop,” I choke out, writhing beneath him.

He chuckles, his voice strained, eyes hooded with raw hunger. “Never,” he withdrew and plunged right back in. “I’m not stopping VIxen.”

He withdrew, “Need more of your perfect pussy.” Then he thrust back inside.

The friction of his thick, throbbing cock against my clenching, tight walls was deliciously sinful, the pleasure indescribable. I arched into every toe-curling thrust, begging for more as he set a brutal pace.

Wetness pools in my core, my walls gripping him tighter and tighter as he snaps his hips, slamming deeper, harder, and faster inside me, hitting all my sensitive spots.

The pressure builds and builds as we move together, my hands running over his body, my mouth fuses with his, hips arching up to take him inside me over and over and over again, then it happens.

I yanked my mouth free as pleasure so intense it stole my breath and blinded me, spread through me like molten heat.

Alessandro slammed into me once, and on the second plunge, he came hard, a raw, broken groan ripped from him as he filled me with splashes of hot, thick cum. “Fuck, fuck damn vixen,” he growled as we ride the last of our orgasm.

Alessandro slumps over me before rolling us both side to side, our legs tangle together. He kisses me gently for a few seconds. Before holding my gaze with that familiar intensity

“You’re going to be the death of me, Vixen.” I giggle, blushing hard. “I remember someone saying it WOULDN’T BE a bad way to go,” I teased, tracing the defined line of his stomach.

“I still stand by my statement,” he murmured, kissing my jawline and lower. “Mind going for another round?” he arched his dark brow suggestively. My stomach chose to growl just then. He groans and drops his head on my shoulder while I giggle at his exaggeration.



Ten minutes later, Alessandro and I were seated on the terrace of his 30th-floor penthouse. The entire building belongs to him.

This is where most of Alessandro's legal part of his business is run from, as most operations were located elsewhere, except Vault, which is underground.

The entire terrace was brightened with candlelight strategically placed everywhere. A square table was set with covered dishes, platters of bread and fruit, a bottle of red wine, and fresh red roses.

The staff had disappeared after serving us, leaving the entire terrace overlooking the city empty.

“This is beautiful,” I whispered.

“I’m glad you like it. You deserve to unwind, you can come here anytime with or without me, this is yours now as much as it is mine,” he said, as he poured wine into my glass.

I smiled at him as I took the offered wine. I hadn’t tasted wine since I was pregnant.
I took a cautious sip, the liquid burned slightly as it slid down my throat and warmed my insides.

For the first time in months, I allow myself this slice of peace. I love my kids, I really do, but it's hard to find time just to relax when you’re busy taking care of them. Even with Kayla, our nanny, helping out, it’s still not the same.

Alessandro held my hand as we ate, drank, and talked about everything and nothing. He told me about his businesses, the shipment he was expecting, his childhood with his Nonna, his cousin Lorenzo, nothing heavy, just fond light memories.

I teased him about his past, shared my own past, and talked about my parents until it was late.

The entire time, Alessandro kept touching me, brushing his lips against the back of my hand, tucking my hair behind my ear, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then stealing a kiss.

I repay him in kind, kiss his lips, share his food, and share mine with him by feeding him. Then, when we were done.

We took a shower together, where he took me once again, against the wall. Then we both dressed up and rode the elevator.

Alessandro opened the door for me, then rounded up and slid into the driver's seat.

I checked my phone—no messages from either Kayla or Meredith.

As though he knew I was thinking about the kids, Alessandro reached for my hand and squeezed lightly. “They’re fine.”

“I know, I'm just wondering if they woke up looking for us, if they're crying.”

He frowned. “Meredith would have called. They're probably still sleeping.”

“You're right.” But I checked again five minutes later. I can't explain the sudden unease I'm feeling.

It's probably nothing, maybe I'm feeling this way because it's the first time I've left them alone for this long.

When I walked into the house, I knew instantly that something was wrong. The house was too quiet. The front door was left open, slightly ajar. My heart stuttered.

“Alessandro,” I whispered. And when his eyes met mine, I knew he felt it too.