Chapter 39 XXXIX.
The sky is dark, without a single star above to give even a little bit of glow. It feels exactly like my life right now. Today is my engagement party, but I am feeling utterly miserable.
I stand on a secluded balcony, gazing at the dark sky above me. It looks just as miserable as I feel. Everything is just sad and lonely. Alessandra is still mad at me; I can tell because she has been so detached lately. She doesn't speak much to me, and she doesn't smile as much as she used to. Even here at the party, everything feels forced. I noticed the way she pulls her arm away from mine as soon as a guest walks away. I want to apologize, but I haven't had a chance to.
Meanwhile, Alessandro seems to be moving on with his life. It looks like he has successfully made that guy, Chris, his boyfriend. I shouldn't feel angry or jealous. What right do I have to feel that way when I am the one who deliberately pushed him away? But I still feel bitter. He promised to fight for me—for us. Why did he give up so easily?
"Are you sure this is your engagement party and not a funeral?"
The sound of Alessandro’s voice makes me whip my head around to stare at him. He stands there looking as hot as ever in a fitted maroon suit. His forest-green eyes are on me, cold and merciless. He has one hand in his pocket, and I can’t help but swoon at how powerful he looks right now.
I force myself to look away from him. "Why are you here, Alessandro? Shouldn't you be keeping your boyfriend company?" I didn't intend for my tone to sound so bitter, but it does.
"What makes you think Chris is my boyfriend? I believe he introduced himself as a friend the other day," Alessandro replies. His words only seem to piss me off further. Should I remind him of the time I saw them together in his room? No, I shouldn't; that would only expose the fact that I was spying on them.
"You brought him here," I say, finally looking at him. I am surprised to find a smirk on his face. He takes a step closer to me, and my breath hitches.
"The way you sound right now makes me think you're jealous."
I gulp, knowing he is right. I’m also nervous because he keeps coming closer. I can do nothing but remain in my spot. I want to flee, but I also don't want to leave. Alessandro stops right in front of me. For a second, all we do is stare at each other. Then, he shoots his hand out to grab my waist, pulling me roughly to him and crushing his lips against mine.
For a brief moment, I allow myself to melt into his kisses. I give in to my own aching desires. I know it’s wrong, but I’ve missed him so much. I missed his kisses and his touch. However, I suddenly come back to my senses. I realize that this is my engagement party to Alessandra, and I am right here cheating on her with her twin brother.
"Sandro," I whisper, pulling away from the kiss. He doesn't stop; instead, he starts trailing kisses down my neck. "Sandro, we have to stop," I moan.
"Please don't stop, me Rowan. Every day without being close to you is pure torture," he breathes against my skin.
"I feel the same, but this is not the place or the time. What if someone sees us?"
That seems to bring him back to his senses. He straightens up and looks at me with eyes clouded by lust. "Come with me," he says. He takes my hand and pulls me along until we arrive at an empty room that looks like a study.
Before I know what is happening, Alessandro pushes me against the wall and resumes his onslaught on me.
This was supposed to be my engagement party. My engagement party with my fiancee Alessandra Ricci, so how did I get in this situation, pushed against a wall, a huge body hovering over me and rough lips trailing wet kisses down my neck.
"You sure you want to get married to my sister Rowan?!" His voice echoed in the dim lighted room causing shivers to run down my spine. The heat of his body made my dick ache for him. I was so fucking hard and he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Despite all the forbidden things his hands and lips were making my body feel, I replied to his question with a, "yes, I really want to marry your sister."
He growled close to my ear and harshly bit down on my neck with his teeth. My skin tingled as I let out a hiss. "Liar! You want to get married to my sister, and yet your body is reacting to my touch like you have never been touched before. You want me not her!"
His hands reached for my belt and he undid it swiftly. Of course I let him. I couldn't stop him, not with every vein in my body aching for his touch.
"I love your sister." I whispered and the words sounded stupid to my ears. We both know I feel nothing of that sort for Alessandra. She was more like a sister to me. She has always been, but I have an obligation to fulfill.
"Liar!" Alessandro growled again as he dipped his large hand into my pants and immediately found my dick. I moaned as is hand stroke my dick while his lips still worked miracles down my neck.
"I... I can't be with you Alessandro." I forced out the words while he continued his pleasurable torture. I could barely focus.
"You want me Rowan. You know you do! This is proof!" He stroke my dick harder and it hardened to his touch. Of course he got his proof.
"I'm not gay." I tried again, barely focused on my words.
Alessandro chuckled, "says the man who let me fuck him more times than I could count. Says the man who's currently falling apart in my hands. Says the man who moans like a fucking slut when I pound him right in his tight little asshole! So not gay."
His words were supposed to bring me back to my senses not turn me on all the more. I strongly believe there is something wrong with me. Why can't I ever resist him?
"What about your sister? She loves you, don't you consider her feelings?"
Without missing a bit, he answered. "I love you just as much Rowan. I really don't care what my sister feels, all that matters to me is what you feel."
I shivered when his thumb brushed my cap, but I still managed a reply. "I can't disappoint your grandfather. He has done so much for me."
"So you'll rather be unhappy?"
"Sandro..."
"You know what you fucking want Rowan but you just don't wanna admit it!" He snapped angrily, "but I'll make you see that you want me. I'll make you admit it."
Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down my legs. In a flash, he had me bent over his study desk with my asshole bare to his eyes, his eyes dark with lust.
I pulled myself up from the desk trying to talk some sense into him. "Sandro, today is my engagement party. What if they are looking..."
He grabbed my both hands and locked them behind my back with just one of his hands. I only had my chin to support me against the desk now. "I don't care Rowan. I'm fucking you right here right now until you realize what you want. I don't fucking care who comes looking for you."
I should stop, I really should stop him. I know that if I tell Sandro to stop seriously, he would. But we both know I wanted this. I needed him!
He unhooked his belt with one hand and didn't bother taking off his pants. He pulled his huge dick out and it sprang out, hard and aching. My finger ache to touch him, to please him, but my hands were tied, so I had to do with staring at his veiny cock and licking my lips in hunger.
He teased my hole with his dick, but he made no move to penetrate me. "Do you really want my cock Rowan?"
My body shivered as I got turned on to the point that it was almost painful. "Sandro..."
"Tell me you don't want this dick deep inside your fucking ass hole."
My body shivered responding to his words. "Sandro please." I could feel his smirk even without seeing him. "Please...please..."
"Please what baby?" His tone was laced with sugar and I know what he's doing. We have played this game many times before. He wants me to admit just how much I needed him right now.
Frustrated, I screamed out. "Please just fuck me Rowan. I fucking need you inside me so bad right now. Fuck my needy little hole cause it's all yours. I'm all yours!"
"Good boy, took you long enough." He said sounding pleased before finally sinking his dick into my asshole.