Chapter 51: 52

ARIA

"You really think you're the one in control all the time, right?" I asked calmly, dragging my finger down his chest.

It was time for me to put Sandro in his place and make him realise that he wasn't the one with all the power. The unfinished orgasm had left me with an aching pussy and legs almost too weak to hold my weight. I was frustrated, annoyed and a little vengeful. How fucking dare he?

I had his mouth, his fingers, and now I wanted something else.

I was so close to cumming. So fucking close. And he had knowingly stripped me of that pleasure. Yet, even with that smug smile playing on his lips, I couldn't deny how strikingly handsome he looked. He gazed down at me, his pretty green eyes and charming dimples worsening the throb between my legs. I wanted him, in more ways than one, and I wanted it immediately.

"I know I am," he whispered, eyes flicking between mine. I raised a brow, slightly taken aback by his bold statement. It was time to change that.

"Really?" My hand slipped past his waistband and I cupped his bulge. Sandro gasped, and it was quick and barely there but I heard it. I gave him a gentle squeeze, not too gentle but just enough pressure for his eyes to flutter close and his lips to part.

His shoulders dropped, and his head tilted back slightly. I saw the bobbing of his Adams apple as he swallowed hard. I had to stop my smirk.

"You..." he breathed.

"Sorry, what's that? I can't hear you," I asked, frowning as I stood on the tips of my toes. I leaned my ear closer to him, never letting up on the hold I had on him. Sandro said nothing except throw a deadly glare my way. It was intimidating, but didn't waver the goal I had.

No matter what he thought, Alessandro was not the one in charge.

My smile was innocent as I made work of loosening his belt. My mind was running at a thousand kilometres a minute but my composure had to be kept. With one flick, his pants button was undone and the zip was pulled down.

His jaw ticked as he watched me, but he made no move to stop me.

"I don't think I've touched you here before," I murmured, letting the tips of my fingers graze the hem of his silk boxers.

"Is it because you don't want me to?" I asked, and I could see the self-control slipping out of his grasp as he ran the pad of his thumb over his fingertips. I had noticed it was something he did when the tension ran high.

"Or it because you know how easily you'll lose control if I do?" My hand sneaked into his boxers and I grabbed him. My eyes widened when my fingers wrapped around his dick and images too vivid popped into my head. Holy fuck.

"You little..." Sandro grunted through gritted teeth, and his held fell back when I started stroking him. His breathing was heavier, and a pink tinge had formed on his cheeks. Sandro was flustered, and he did a weak job at hiding it.

"Use your words," I whispered, repeating the exact words he had said to me. Sandro's teeth sunk into his full lower lip, an attempt to stop himself from lashing out on me. But me, I wanted to poke the bear.

"The thing is, Alessandro," I ran my fingertips over the underside of his dick, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. "You can't barge into my life and suddenly you're the one making the rules," I laid a kiss on his jawline, never letting my eyes off him.

His glare was hard enough to melt ice.

"Let me?" I asked, giving him one last squeeze.

His nod came with no hesitation.

Slipping out of his pants, I grabbed his hand and started leading him to my bedroom. "Pants off. On your back."

Sandro was silent as he followed my instructions. Despite my calm exterior, my heart was beating erratically and I was beyond nervous but I wanted to do it. His little 'punishment' left me with a desperation for any form of release. But it had to come from him.

I pushed my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely bare underneath my short summer dress. Sandro kicked off his shoes, struggling a bit in his rushed state. I couldn't help but chuckle at his eagerness. His face told me he hated every moment of it, but his body reacted differently. He didn't like being told what to do and he didn't like that I was bossing him around. Even then, I could see the excitement he failed to conceal.

As he laid down, I crawled on top of him.

"Aria," his voice sounded strained as he watched me intensely. I gripped the hem of his boxers, and pulled it down.

His dick nearly hit me in the fucking face.

I gasped when my eyes landed on it and for a second I was too stunned to say anything. It exceeded my expectations, better than anything I could have imagined. Sandro was already leaking pre-cum, and the clear liquid beaded at the tip before slipping down the side. A vein ran up his dick, throbbing with need and I took the opportunity to wrap my fingers around him.

Sandro raised his hand, and I presumed that he wanted to touch himself. With one look from me, his hand dropped back down to the mattress.

"Aria..." Sandro mumbled, fisting the sheets in his grip. The person he was just a few minutes ago when he had his fingers inside of me was long gone. He was underneath me, and that smug expression was no longer there. Now, he looked like he desperately needed me to slide down on him.

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, and he let out a frustrated and distressed growl.

"I swear if you weren't-" he cut himself off, shaking his head.

Sandro's fists were clenching, and the veins in his arms protruded with each squeeze. If he didn't do what he did – he would already have been put out of his misery. But I was mad and revengeful and I enjoyed the sight of him trembling beneath me.

"What? Your bellissima?" I urged on, straddling his waist. When my bare pussy touched his thigh, a faltering gasp emitted from his throat as he raised his head.

"What are you doing to me?" he croaked out breathlessly, struggling to contain himself. I shrugged as I leaned down to unbutton his shirt.

"The real question is; why are you letting me?" I flung his shirt open, exposing his toned stomach and chest and I started kissing his skin. At that point, I was on the brink of giving in as my clit pulsed uncontrollably.

"I don't know," his voice was small.

It was fun seeing a man of his stature and title shaking on my bed.

"I don't like what you did earlier. Say you're sorry and that you'll never do it again," I murmured, flicking my tongue out to lick between his abs.

"Fuck," Sandro moaned, dropping his head onto the mattress. I gave him a harsh and bruising bite on his hipbone and he jerked in response.

"Say it," I sneered at him.

Sandro sighed, releasing his fists before his entire body relaxed.

"I'm sorry and I'll never do it again," he strained out, carefully laying his hands on my hips. His eyes held an anguish and desperation that I had never seen before, and I savoured every moment of it.

I straightened up, setting my palms on his chest to grind on his dick. I was wet, and there was no resistance as he easily slid between my slit. Sandro took a deep breath in, seemingly close to combusting as his grip on my hips tightened to the point that it stung. I let him, because I knew it would leave another mark.

"Bellissima, I-" his voice cracked, and he couldn't finish his sentence.

I positioned the head right at the entrance of my hole. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," he swallowed, furrowing his brows. "Please."

Slowly, I let my hips descend down on him. "Oh my...fuck-" I moaned as he stretched me in a way I had never experienced before. His head slipped past the tight opening, and I gasped as it stroked my insides.

He was barely inside, but my eyes watered at the intrusion. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it had been so fucking long that it felt like I was losing my virginity all over again.

"Take your time," Sandro grunted, holding me still until I was ready to move again. He held back, and let me go at my own pace even when it seemed as if he was two seconds away from slamming into me. The look on his face— it was priceless.

I grit my teeth, taking deep breaths in until my ass met the top of his thighs and he was fully inside me. Fuck. Our pelvises were attached, not an inch of his dick visible. I groaned, feeling stretched and full but completely ready for more. My pussy twitched around him while I adjusted to his size, and he knew exactly when I reached that specific level of comfort.

Nothing could have prepared me for what Sandro had in store for me.

"Not such a big talker when I'm deep inside you, huh?" Sandro mumbled and before I knew it, he had flipped us over until I was the one on my back. His mouth latched onto my neck, and he held the back of my knee while his free hand held himself up next to my head. When he started to move, his actions were far from slow.

I screamed as Sandro slammed into me, fucking me as he kept his eyes on me. I was a mess. A moaning, gasping and choking mess. My words got caught in my throat, and then Sandro wrapped both my legs around his waist and the deeper angle me had groaning from my chest.

He was getting back at me. Hard. He was teaching me a lesson and I welcomed it with open arms. And legs.

"You feel so fucking good, bellissima," Sandro grunted, thrusting into me and I was sure I saw his eyes roll back for a split second. I let out a strangled cry because the feel was so fucking intense and powerful.

Tingles spread through every part of me, and my back arched off the mattress. He held the sides of my waist while my pussy struggled to accommodate his size. A catastrophic amount of pleasure soared through me I watched his body. He looked so good, and he fucked me even better. A thin layer of sweat had started to form on his skin, and I couldn't pry my eyes away from the sight. He's so fucking stunning. The muscles in his arms flexed, and the ridges on his stomach tensed as he rolled his hips.

Sandro was not gentle– and I enjoyed every second of it.

"Cat got your tongue? Where's that smart ass mouth now?" Sandro snapped, glaring down at me. He was pissed, and he was taking it out on me.

"Fuck," I gasped, holding my tits because they were shaking out of control. Woah.

"Don't you ever," he slammed into me so hard that my body hitched on the mattress. "Think that you can have that attitude with me and get away with it," Sandro leaned down, talking softly into my ear. "Do you understand?"

All I could focus on was the good fucking I was receiving.

Sandro wrapped his hand around my neck, giving the sides a hard enough squeeze for my eyes to open. He had a scowl on his face. "I asked you if you understand."

I smirked, "No. I don't."

He paused, staring at me with a look that should've had me running for the hills. It was silent for a moment, and I realised that I might have teased him a little too much. Sandro nodded, pulling out of me. I thought he had finished and he was about to leave me with another unfinished orgasm.

I was wrong.

Instead, he flipped me over onto all fours. "I'll make you understand," he whispered.