Chapter 179 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE

Chapter 179 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE


“Hand my control back to me,” he demanded, taking deep breaths at intervals. “Please, firecracker.”

The water ran down their naked bodies, doing nothing to cool off the heat radiating off them.

He wanted control. He wanted that very attribute that makes him Don Alessandro Moretti. She should deny him, should end this madness and ask him to get out. Instead, she deliberately raked her fingernails against his skin, leaving visible marks behind and that gave him the answer he needed.

That was it. All he needed.

His hands slid down her waist and he lifted her.

“Tell me,” he growled, the ruthless mask coming on. “You ran from me, you left me without any trace… drove me fucking crazy and left me with an insatiable need for a damn fucking year. Tell me what that makes you.”

“I'm sorry,” The apology came out surprisingly and she had no intention of letting it out in the first place. It came out as a moan when her legs wrapped around his waist and she could feel him there.

“That's not an answer,” he shoved his hips against hers, his cock painfully hard against her sensitive core.

One hand left her waist to roughly cup her breasts. The droplets trailing down her skin did nothing to hide how her nipples were straining for his touch.

Another moan left her lips.

“Answer me, Isabelle,” he commanded, grabbing a handful of her butt cheeks.

She cried out in pain, tugging at his shoulders for balance. “A bad girl. It makes me a very bad girl.”

A satisfactory smirk splayed across his face. “And what happens to bad girls?”

Her body was so primed for him. It was so ready to take him. She wanted to hate herself for it… wanted to hate him for making her feel this way. But she couldn't, not with her body’s needs taking over her senses.

Alessandro still carrying her, slammed her against the wall, lowering his head while his hand stayed fixed on her butt, grabbing as much as he could. “Fucking answer me, Isabelle. What happens to bad girls?” 

He hiked her higher against the wall and wrapped his lips around a nipple.

She practically moaned the next words out—loudly, “They get punished.”

His mouth on her nipple was just too good. The way he sucked, nibbled and bit at it made all the heat radiating off her body to gather all at once in one sensitive spot.

A groan rumbled from Alessandro’s mouth to her skin, and she couldn't stop her hips from rocking.

It felt so damn good.

“How do they get punished?” He asked, slapping her breasts. His muscles flexed beneath all the movement and he turned his attention to the other perky bud, sucking on it like his life depended on it.

“Fucking Christ, Isabelle.” he cursed out, his tongue slapping against the nipple while his teeth grazed it afterwards. “Fuck.” He squeezed the other ripe globe, lavishing attention to her breasts. “Give me an answer.”

She didn't answer, because she was too busy being indecisive on whether to feast her hands in his hair or tug at his shoulders or do both. When he noticed she hadn't answered, he raised his head up to snap at her, “Don’t test me, firecracker.”

“They get fucked hard… they… they get fucked hard like bad, naughty sluts,” she answered, talking dirty, while she circled her arms around his neck and held him close, making it easy for him to press his chest against her, pinning her against the wall with his weight.

“Baby girl…”  A pair of demanding fingers ran up and down her entrance. “All mine,” he rumbled, his thumb swiping up her slit and across her slippery bud, making her hold him tighter.

“Alessandro, I want—”

“Oh, baby, you're gonna get it. You’re gonna get fucked really hard.”

Immediately, he shoved his hips forward.

He didn't give her a second to adjust. Her pussy stretched around him.

Half pain. Half delicious pleasure. 

There hasn't been any man in her in a year, it was quite understandable why she felt so fucking tight.

He got in so deep. So deep that she had to dig her nails into his shoulders in response.

“Alessandro, I don't think… I don't think I can take it. It’s been so long,” she moaned out.

“You can, and you will.” he pulled out, then slammed back in. “Take all of me. This is what you get for leaving me deprived for a fucking year.”

“I'm sorry,” she cried out, as he slammed in with force, each one more brutal than the previous one.

She didn't even know why she was apologizing, the words just seemed to slip out of their own accord.

Alessandro grabbed her hips and yanked her further onto his dick. Her tits jiggled with each thrust and it made his vision blur with intense desire. 

“Say it again,” he growled against her mouth. “Tell me you're sorry for leaving me,” he barked out, pounding deep inside her, making her body rock against the wall, while he raised a free hand to her breasts, grabbing it like a hungry caveman who could never get enough.

Her eyes were closed, and little whimpers mixed with moans left her lips, echoing throughout the shower cabin. The noise of their wet skin slapping against each other filling up whatever silence that should have been with them.

“I'm sorry,” she cried out as he rammed his cock deep into her wetness, gripping her face.”

“No more running from me. I'm your husband,” he said, asserting dominance. 

“Yes, I won't…”

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby,” he whispered. His pace was picking up even faster. His hips slapping forward into hers. Her tits bouncing with each thrust, and all she could do was hold on. Hold on tight.

“Faster… faster, Alessandro,” she urged, needing him deeper.

“Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well,” he appraised, shoving inside of her, a jolt shoots up her spine and she cried out from pleasure. The noise bouncing off the walls around them. 

“I want someone to watch us. I want… I want someone in here,” she revealed, her pussy clenching around his length.

Those words alone unlocked something darker in him—something more of a caveman in him, and he growled—low and needy, “Fuck baby, I want that so bad too.” Thrust. 

“You know I'll do anything for you.”

Thrust.

“There's no one here. But I promise, I promise to make up for this.”

Another hard thrust.

“Fuck, I love you so much, firecracker,” he confessed, saying each word alongside a hard thrust. 

She moaned loudly, “Alessandro-oo,” she screamed.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” He used his grip on her hips to bounce her on his cock. A shriek left her lips, while a satisfactory groan left his.

“You ran. You fucking ran,” He barked out, another hard thrust following after as he rammed inside her, pulled out halfway and pounded back in with all the strength he had in him.

“Please… Aah—I'm… Alessandro… Harder… Yes, yes. There… right there,” she urged him, moaning into his ear.

“Fuck baby, you're gonna kill me,” he uttered, pounding even faster. Their groans and moans filled the entire cabin.

Reluctantly, he dropped her onto her legs, his cock slipping out of her. Before she could protest, her front was against the glass door and Alessandro stood behind her, his hand holding hers above her head but not before shifting her hair all to one shoulder.

“You want to come on this cock, firecracker?” he asked, pressing his cock against her ass while he lowered his lips to her ear.

“Please,” she begged, and he felt the plea in his balls.

Then she arched her ass backward, squeezing his cock in between her butt cheeks.

Thunder rolled through his body, a sudden rush of newly found desire coursing through him.

“Fuck,” he growled the word and dropped his full weight onto her. Burying himself as deep as he could go.

Her butt cheeks jiggled against each thrust he took, while her face remained slammed into the glass door.

He slapped her ass at intervals while he fucked her senseless, feeling the need to fuck her until his desire for her rules over his senses.

“You're gonna come for me, Isabelle?” 

She was panting against the door, grinding against him whenever he rammed into her. Teasing him with her ass, arching her backside even more.

“Tell me,” he rolled his hips, and she tensed, grinding against him even faster. “Say it.”

He rolled his hips again, hitting her constantly at the spot where she needed him to be the most.

“FUCKING SAY IT, ISABELLE!”

“I-I’m coming!”

Her words, paired with her vibrating body, shoved him over the edge. Her cunt clamped down around him, her orgasm intensifying his own, as his cock erupted and he sent every bit of his release inside her.

Inside his wife.

And in that moment, Isabelle realized that she hadn't renewed her birth control in over a year, which meant he actually released inside her.

Holy. Shit.