24. Jealousy

24. Jealousy
(This chapter contains mature content)

I came to break his world apart, but burned inside when she won his heart.

GABRIELLA

As I leaned back in my seat, I spotted the air hostess heading our way again, her eyes once more locked on Alejandro. Something primal surged inside me—an impulsive mix of possessiveness and jealousy. Before I could second-guess myself, I stood up, crossed the short distance, and slid onto Alejandro’s lap, capturing his mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. It was reckless, but jealousy, as they say, is the mother of destruction.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I straightened up, forcing a confident smile. “Of course not,” I shot back, trying to sound nonchalant, though the rapid beating of my heart betrayed me. “Just trying to protect my boss from leeches.” I muttered the last part under my breath, causing him to chuckle softly.

That laugh—it was a sound I hadn’t expected to find so… beautiful. It was rich and warm, filling the space between us like a melody that tugged at something deep inside me.

He pulled me even closer, his fingers tracing the small of my back. "In that case, you're not doing a great job," he murmured, his voice teasing, but there was a darker edge to his tone. Before I could react, he stood, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. My breath caught in my throat as he carried me toward the private area of the jet. The tension between us was palpable, the air heavy with anticipation.

He laid me down gently on the plush bed, his body hovering over mine, casting a shadow that made my pulse quicken. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as I pulled him down, capturing his lips again in a kiss that was nothing short of desperate. There was no more hesitation, no lingering doubt—just us, lost in this moment. His kisses felt like they were meant to devour, to claim, as though we were two pieces that had been waiting to collide.

I didn’t want to stop. Every touch, every movement felt like it was feeding something inside me that I hadn’t realized was starving. His hands moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, exploring the curves of my body. When his belt came undone, I felt his hand guiding mine down his torso, until it finally rested against him crotch. He moaned softly, his eyes darkening with desire as I moved my hand, and my own body responded in kind, arousal thrumming through me like a live wire.

As he shifted, lifting me onto his lap again, our bodies pressed impossibly close, the grinding friction between us sent a shiver down my spine. His lips found mine once more, but this time, there was something more urgent, more raw, in the way he kissed me. Every movement, every grind, made the fire inside me burn hotter. I could feel him—his hardness pressing against me, the heat of his breath mixing with mine.

I moaned softly, my mind spinning with a mixture of desire and confusion. How had I let it come to this? Was this really just the result of jealousy, or was there something more pulling me toward him, something deeper that I hadn’t yet confronted?

In that moment, though, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded, leaving only us, tangled together in this passionate mess that blurred the lines between right and wrong, between control and surrender. I didn’t know what was happening to me, why I was so drawn to this man I had sworn to destroy.

But maybe—just maybe—this was what I needed to finally clear my mind, to strip away the layers of pretense and see things for what they really were. Or maybe it was just the beginning of losing myself completely.

As we lay on the bed, the room seemed to close in around us, everything narrowing down to just the two of us. Alejandro’s eyes held mine as he slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing the contours of his chest. I could feel the air between us growing thicker, charged with anticipation. He reached for me, gently guiding me out of my clothes until I was down to my last layers, his gaze intense and unwavering, sending shivers down my spine.

His eyes darkened with desire, and I knew that, though I knelt before him, I held the power. For now, I was in control. The realization sent a bolt of excitement through me, a new kind of thrill I couldn’t quite explain. My fingers grazed his skin, teasing him, testing the waters. I could feel the tension radiating off him as my hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Each gasp, each strained breath that escaped his lips was a silent acknowledgment of the effect I had on him.

Leaning in, I placed a delicate lick, watching the way his body responded—his back arching slightly, his breath catching in his throat. There was something exhilarating about seeing him like this, a man so feared and revered, completely vulnerable to my touch. The thought stirred something deep inside me, driving me to push further, to see just how far I could take him.

I 
took him in my mouth and pushed as far as i could go. From the corner of my eyes i noticed his fist clenching and he grunts in pleasure.
I continued, slowly, savoring the reactions I was drawing from him. His hand found the back of my head, tentative at first. I encouraged him, grabbing his hand and guiding him, letting him take just a bit of control. His grip tightened, and our eyes met. His were hooded, clouded with desire, and I could see the restraint it took for him to not fully give in to his urges.

His cock further made his way into the inner walls of my mouth and i could tell that it was taking all his self control not to just force himself down my throat.

With each movement, each pull and push, I could feel him getting closer, his muscles tensing beneath me. His low, hushed curses filled the room, his voice rough with need. He gulped and his head tipped back he was getting closer. I continued to bob my head back and forth. My eyes welled with tears as i
pushed my limits, taking him in, feeling him tremble beneath my hands.

“Gabriella,” he groaned, his voice thick with warning. “If you don’t stop…”

But his words fell away, lost in the haze of the moment as I continued, driven by the thrill of holding him on the edge. His control finally shattered with a deep, guttural grunt, and I felt the release, a final surrender to the moment.
i felt him explode in my mouth. Silky robes of cum shooting down my throat. It was tangy , sweet and slightly salted. Not at all what i expected.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, breathless but satisfied, not just by the act itself but by the realization that, for once, I had been the one in control. When I stood, Alejandro wasted no time pulling me back onto his lap, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both possessive and grateful. There was a passion behind it that sent warmth pooling low in my belly, a new sensation I hadn’t anticipated.

Something had shifted between us, something I couldn’t quite name. It was more than just physical—it was the strange sense of power, of control, that left me breathless. And the way he looked at me, as though he hadn’t expected to be taken so completely off guard, only deepened the strange pull I felt toward him.

He pulled me closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “Now, it’s your turn.” The intensity in his voice sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, he laid me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, each movement measured, as though he was savoring every second.

He began trailing soft kisses from my forehead, down my neck, and across my body, each kiss igniting a fire inside me. It felt like he was both exploring and worshipping me at the same time, his lips leaving traces of heat that melted any lingering hesitation I had. Every kiss was deliberate, a silent declaration that this moment was only for us.

My breathing grew shallow as he continued his journey, teasing and leading me to the brink of anticipation. By the time his hand slipped beneath me to unhook my bra, I was trembling—not just from the touch but from the intensity of being so exposed, so vulnerable, yet wanting more.

When he finally freed me from my bra, his fingers grazed over my skin, tracing patterns that sent jolts of electricity through me. I gasped as he pinched my nipple lightly, the shock of it making me arch my back instinctively. The sound of my own moan, breathless and raw, surprised me.

Then, just as I thought I couldn’t take more, his fingers were replaced by the warmth of his mouth. The heat of his lips made me moan louder, my breathless voice trembling with his name. "Ah! Alejandro..."

He paused, lifting his head just enough to look at me, his voice low and commanding. "Say it," he whispered. "Keep moaning my name, mi amore. If you stop, I stop too."

His words sent a thrill through me, my breath hitching at the thought of him stopping. I couldn’t hold back, not with the way he touched me, not with how he was making me feel. He moved to my other nipple, giving it the same attention, and another moan tore from my lips, louder this time.

Oh i felt powerless under him. Hooking his thumbs into my panties, he gently pulled then down my legs, immediately smell of my arousal filled around us.
Now I was completely naked, like a new born baby.

"You are so wet" his voice husky. I looked at him waiting for the next step before i found his lips against my womanhood.

I gasped and moaned out loud when he kissed me. He kissed me and unleashed his tongue, he made me pleasure filled with his expert tongue. I groaned and fisted my hands into his hair. He didn't stopped,  his tongue circling my clitoris, driving me insane, on and on, round and round. I felt my stomach twisting and i felt pleasure passing my spine.

"Oh Alejandro " i moaned feeling the stocks of his tongue on my core before he pushed his tongue in my core and i moaned loud clutching the sand.

He didn't stopped his sweet, exquisite torture. I moaned loudly feeling his tongue rolling inside me. He pulled out his tongue from my core and i groaned feeling his absent from me before i felt his finger inside me and i moaned. He pushed his other finger in my core and started to move them.

"Few minutes more and you will have your best orgasm " Andrew murmured in my ears.

I closed my eyes, relishing the fingers inside me. Oh how it would feel to have him fully inside of me. I moaned again feeling the exquisite feeling of his possession. My fingers find their way into his silky unruly hair, and he moves his finger in and out again slowly and gradually.

"Fast please " i threw my head back when he planted a kiss on my cleavage. He gazed up at me in triumph and kissed me hard, then he started to move his fingers fast making moans escaping my lips in pleasure. I started to quicken, my legs tensing beneath him.
Now my pleasure was entering a crescendo I closed my eyes and bucked my hips feeling the impending orgasm, a new sensation I hadn’t felt in a good long time.

"Come on baby " he gasped.

"Come for me." his words were my undoing and i explode, magnificently, mind-numbingly into a million pieces around his finger feeling it mindblowing.

My senses were spinning, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. It was mind-blowing—unlike anything I had ever experienced. No man had ever made me feel this way, not even close. The pleasure Alejandro gave me was beyond anything I could have imagined.

And then it hit me—just moments ago, I was breathlessly moaning his name. The name of the very man I had come here to destroy.

We lay together afterward, bodies still buzzing with the aftershocks of what had just happened, tangled in each other’s warmth. For a while, neither of us said anything. There was no need for words in that quiet, intimate space. His arm wrapped around me protectively, and I leaned into him, allowing myself the rare luxury of feeling close to someone.

For the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.

After some hour We got dressed and sat in silence as we heard the captain announce our imminent landing in Rome. No words or glances were exchanged between us, even though the few hours of sleep had cleared our heads, we were too nervous and shaken by what happened to talk about it.

The flight landed in the next 45 minutes and we were greeted by the lovely evening sky bedecked with a bright and shiny moon.

At the airport a black Rolls Royce was waiting for us. My eyes lit up on seeing it and I excitedly got inside.

We reached the hotel in about an hour. Carlos had booked us in the prestigious hotel Eden. Since it was the holiday season only one presidential suite was available.

When I came to know of this arrangement I wanted to get another room, lower than presidential to keep us both comfortable but since it was peak vacation period no other room was available. I had to concede defeat.

I decided to take a shower to clear my head; by the time I was back Alejandro had ordered a full course dinner from the room service, complete with a bottle of champagne.

I was in a bathing suit so I got dressed in my pajamas while he freshened up. The wine and the food helped us forget about the afternoon fiasco and we decided to get some rest since both of us suffered from severe jet-lag.

I wanted to take the couch because I felt to do that as his assistant, but Alejandro is a thorough gentleman, after a few bouts of arguments I was so tired and didn't had the energy to argue with him. At the same time i got an amazing idea.

"Why don't we both sleep on the bed " i suggested

"Are you sure?" He asks

I gave him a nod and said
"I trust you "

I took cushions from the sofa and made a wall of pillow on the bed and warned Alejandro not to cross it. He gave me a smirk and laid down on his side. I switched off all the lights and then laid down to sleep.