Chapter 40 XL.
Alessandro drove his huge dick into me in slow sensual but hard thurst. His hands were all over me with his lips to my neck.
"Tell me you love this Rowan. Tell me you enjoy all what I'm giving to you right now."
"I... God, Sandro..." My voice was shattered glass. Shame warred with my raw need for him. "Yes... more please..."
Sandro didn't need more. He fumbled with his own clothes, freeing himself, the sight stealing my breath. He gripped my hips tightly, and my fingers digging into the round desk. He pressed forward, and the initial sensation was sharp. I cried out, burying my face against the desk and moaning helplessly.
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling me completely. It was an overwhelming feeling of possession. He groaned against my back. "Rowan... you’re so tight. So fucking delicious."
He set a punishing rhythm—deep, hard strokes that punched the air from my lungs. The sound of our breathing filled the study, a raw contrast to the polite party happening below us. Sandro reached forward and grabbed my dick in his huge hand. The sensation becoming almost too much to bear. My vision blurred as he ground against me with ruthless precision.
"You feel that?" he gritted out, sweat beading on his temple. "That’s me claiming what’s mine. Say it. Say you’re mine."
I was beyond words. The pleasure coiling inside me was white-hot. I could only nod frantically as my body jerked helplessly with every thrust. The pressure built until it was unbearable. Alessandro’s rhythm became frantic and desperate. "I'm going to make you mine completely," he gasped.
That was the trigger. I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, and my body clamped down hard around him. Sandro roared, burying himself as deep as possible as his own climax hit. I felt the hot pulse of him inside me, sealing his claim. He held me pinned there, both of us shuddering through the aftershocks.
I slumped against the desk, feeling utterly wrecked. He pulled out slowly, and the loss made me whimper. He looked at the mess between us and smirks with dark satisfaction. "You're mine now Rowan."
I put on my clothes, feeling worn and defeated. I had done it again. Now, I didn’t even know how to forgive myself for living such a dirty life. I had become not just a cheater, but also a liar and a pretender. Overnight, I had become a demon.
Alessandro had just finished putting on his own clothes and was watching me with an expression I could not name. I tried to avoid his stare, but it seemed almost impossible. His eyes were like magnets, drawing me to him.
"Are you really still going to get married to my sister?" he asked. "You’ve cheated on her twice and made it quite obvious that you’re in love with me and not her. It’s time for you to face reality and call off the wedding."
I shook my head, holding back tears. I’m a man, and it felt shameful for me to cry in such a situation. "It’s not as easy as you think, Alessandro."
"You think I don't know that? Alessandra is also my sister, Rowan! Do you really think I like to hurt her like this?" He took a step closer and held my hands in his. "But we’ll only keep hurting her if we don’t tell her the truth now."
I looked up into his soft, gentle gaze. It drew me to him like a moth to a flame. I loved his beautiful eyes, but how could I give in to these feelings when I knew it would destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for all my life?
Summoning courage, I asked him, "What makes you so sure that I like you the same way you like me?"
Instead of getting annoyed at the question, Alessandro’s hold on my hands tightened. He stared right through me and into my soul. "I know because I feel the way you melt into my arms. I see the way you look at me. There’s no doubt that you love me too, Rowan."
He let out a deep sigh. "If I am right, meet me at the parking lot of Ricci’s Enterprise. I’ll be waiting for you, Rowan. But if you don’t show up, I’ll accept your decision. I’ll leave you alone to get married to my sister, and after the wedding, I’ll return to L.A. so you won’t have to see my face again."
My heart fell. If I chose to get married to Alessandra, he would return to L.A.? I would never see him again. His eyes, that stupid smile, his infuriating presence—all of it would be gone if I didn't choose him.
"I’ll leave the decision to you, Rowan," he said gently. He let go of my hand and looked at me one last time in a way that seemed to say I want you to choose me.
Watching him walk out through that door scared me. Would he really leave? Feeling sad and infuriated by the thought, I also left the room and headed back to the party. I had no idea if I should go to him or just accept the easy way out and marry Alessandra. Accepting Alessandro’s feelings would mean indirectly forcing him to take over his grandfather’s company. I didn’t want to be selfish; I wanted him to live his life the way he wanted, not just stay because he had to be with me.
When I returned to the party, the remaining guests were few. Many seemed to have already left. My heart sank. Had we really taken that long?
Alessandra saw me just as my gaze found her. The look on her face was terrifying; she looked beyond upset. In a second, she was marching towards me. When she reached me, she crossed her arms and began yelling.
"You know, Rowan, things like this are the reason why I always assume you don't love me! How can you be missing from your own engagement party? That just proves that you're not really into this relationship!"
I gulped and reached for her arms, trying to calm her down. "Please, calm down, Alessandra. I can explain."
She whipped her arms out of my hold. "I don't need one of your stupid explanations, Rowan!" Tears were starting to build in her eyes. "I don’t want any more of your lies and pretense. My friends were right about you. You’re too good to be true! I fucking hate you!"
She screamed, turned around, and stomped away in anger. Murmurs followed her exit as everyone around seemed to have overheard the conversation. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. This night just kept getting worse.
Mr. Ricci walked towards me, his expression colder than ever. "Rowan," he drawled, calm but deadly. "Let’s talk."
He walked away without giving me a chance to explain, and I knew my life was over. I followed him to a secluded part of the party. It gave me a strange sense of déjà vu to see that it was the very same balcony where Alessandro and I had kissed earlier.
"What do you want to talk about, sir?" I asked carefully.
He let out a deepp sigh of disappointment. "My granddaughter is unhappy, and I don't know what you did to make her that way, but you have to fix it."
My heart felt heavy. "Yes, sir. I’ll do my best. I’m sorry that I allowed things to get this way. I shouldn't have left my own party..."
"It’s not just about the party, Rowan," he cut me off coldly. "I don't know what you did, but Alessandra thinks you're cheating on her."
The blood drained from my face. It felt like my soul had left my body. Alessandra thought I was cheating? Why did she think that? What had she seen? Cold fear settled in the depths of my soul, and I suddenly found it very difficult to breathe.
Mr. Ricci must have noticed every shift in my expression. He squinted at me. "Tell me, Rowan. Are you cheating on my granddaughter?"
I had known that look of his for thirteen years. Mr. Ricci had trained me to recognize it; he used it every time he wanted to pull the truth out of me. Even if I lied right now, he would know. His training had made it easy for him to read me like a book.
"I..."
"You still have a chance to fix this, Rowan," he said. He cut me off, and I figured he already had his answer. "I don’t want my granddaughter to be heartbroken. I know it's selfish of me, but you have to do something. I have a feeling that you alone can convince Alessandro."
With every word he said, my heart seemed to thud continuously in my ears. He patted my shoulder and then walked away.
I stood there with a devastated expression on my face, but I already knew what I had to do. I had to go to Alessandro.