Chapter 55 LV.
⚠️ WARNING. PLEASE NOTE, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT.
I was nervous taking Sandro to my new apartment located at the elite part of the city. I still havent recovered from the fact that Sandro found me and followed me here. It made me happy that he would go this far for me.
But, I was still worried about what Mr Ricci would say. Would he send me somewhere farther now? I tried not to think about it.
Sandro hadn’t spoken a word since the car ride here, and he remained silent even as we rode the elevator to my floor. It didnt take a genuis to know that he is still very mad at me and I dreaded what he wants to talk about.
Eventually, we arrived at my apartment and I allowed Sandro to walk in first before going in after him. I shut the door and stared nervously at his broad back.
Why am I so nervous?
I expected him to speak first but he didn't, so I said. "Would you like to sit down and..." I never got to finish my sentence. In one fluid, terrifying motion, Sandro spun round and slammed me against the wall. My back slammed hard against the wall knocking the breath from my lungs.
Sandro’s powerful body pinned me there, his face inches away from mine, his eyes which were usually cocky or mischievous, was now full blown anger.
"Why Rowan?" Sandro hissed, his voice low, dripping with a venom that sent shivers down my spine. "Why did you leave me without a word?" He gripped my shirt tightly, knuckles white.
His words and the pain in his eyes made my heart ached. It pained me to know that I have no excuse for my actions. "I'm sorry Sandro. I had to." It was the only answer I could manage.
"Shut your mouth Rowan. Admit, you were just a selfish coward. It was easier to run away, wasn't it?" His words should have hurt, but I was distracted by his free hand releasing my shirt only to snake down, fingers splaying possessively over the front of my tailored pant suit.
He palmed the hardening length beneath, his touch brutal and demanding. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily into the pressure. Sandro’s lips curled in a cruel, satisfied smirk. "Oh, you like that, don’t you? And yet you put us through this torture of being away from each other for weeks." He squeezed, hard enough to make me whimper. "This little joke ends tonight Rowan. You no longer answer to my grandfather. I'm going to show you just who you belong to."
Those words spoken in that low, dangerous drawl, sent a jolt of pure, electric lust straight to my core. There was no denying him. I missed him so damn much. Ive never seen this side of Sandro before, but its exactly what I needed.
Seeing my silent surrender, Sandro’s eyes darkened further. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, as he whispered. "Good boy."
Then he moved. One arm hooked under my knees, the other behind my shoulders, lifting me effortlessly off my feet like I weigh nothing at all. I clung to Sandro’s neck as he was carried me straight to my bedroom. I had no idea how he knew, but he was instantly kicking the bedroom door open and strode inside, dropping me unceremoniously onto my feet beside the massive bed.
Before I could regain my balance, Sandro's fingers hooked into the collar of my shirt and ripped downwards. Buttons pinged off the hardwood floor like scattered pearls. Cool air hit my bare chest as Sandro shredded the fabric away, tossing the ruined remnants aside without a glance. My belt followed, buckle clattering and then he roughly shoved my trousers and underwear down my legs until I stood naked and trembling before his furious eyes.
Sandro stepped back just enough to unbuckle his own belt, his eyes never leaving mine. He freed his cock, already thick and fully erect, jutting out aggressively from the open fly of his trousers. I licked my lips at the sight. Fuck, I really miss him.
This wasn't what I envisioned when he said we had to talk, but I'm not complaining.
"On your knees," Sandro commanded, in a tone he had never used on me before. "Now."
There was something powerful about his tone that had me falling to my feet without a second thought. Sandro stepped forward until the flushed head of his cock brushed my parted lips.
Fuck! I can't wait to taste him.
He tilted his head watching me with a burning gaze. There was something primal and dangerous in his gaze, but it turned me on badly. "Suck," Sandro ordered, and that single command made me shiver.
I opened my mouth wider, leaning forward to take the hot, heavy weight onto my tongue. Ive watched a lot of sex videos to be skilled in cock sucking. I started slowly, swirling the tip, tasting the musky saltiness of pre-come. But Sandro had no patience tonight. His hand tangled brutally in my hair, fingers gripping the roots.
"Harder," he growled, pushing forward, forcing more of his length past my lips and into my throat.
I gagged, tears springing to my eyes as the thick intrusion hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull back for air, but Sandro held me fast, his grip unyielding.
"Take it," Sandro snarled, thrusting shallowly but insistently against the constriction of my throat. "Take every fucking inch. Choke on it if you have to. Swallow me down. Its the least you can do after going away and leaving me miserable for weeks!"
The command in his tone was new, but arousing. I could feel myself getting harder and needy for Alessandro's cock.
I forced myself to relax my throat muscles as much as I could, letting Sandro fuck my mouth with rough, punishing strokes. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as I choked and sputtered around the thick intrusion, saliva dripping down my chin and onto my chest. Sandro watched me with fierce satisfaction, his own breath coming in harsh gasps.
"That’s it," Sandro gritted out, pistoning deeper on each thrust, stretching my jaw and throat unbearably. "Look at you Rowan. Sucking me like a fucking slut. You wanted me this bad, but you just had to be so stupid!"
Fuck! I shouldn't be turned on by this!
Sandro’s thrusts grew frantic, losing their rhythm. "I'm gonna fill that pretty mouth," he rasped, his voice strained to breaking point. "Swallow it all. Show me who you belong to."
He shoved deep one last time, hilting himself completely in my mouth with a groan. Hot, thick pulses flooded into my mouth. I gagged violently but swallowed desperately as commanded, tears still streaming, my body trembling violently from the effort and the sheer force of Sandro’s climax.
Sandro held me impaled for a few agonizing seconds longer before finally pulling out with a wet sound. I collapsed forward coughing violently, my chest heaving as he tried to let out air through my abused throat, spit and come dripping down my chin.
I had no time to recover. Sandro hauled me up by one arm with terrifying strength. In a second, I was being thrown unto the bed face-first onto the silk duvet.
I landed heavily, scrambling to get on my knees under him. Before I could find my balance, Sandro was behind me, spreading my legs wide with rough hands.
"Hold on," Sandro warned darkly. Then he pushed in harshly. I cried out into the duvet. There was no slow stretch, no careful preparation. Sandro thurst into me in one hard, relentless thrust that burned and stretched me to his limit. The sheer force stole stole my breath away.
Fuck! it feels like he's invaded my fucking stomach!
Sandro didn’t pause for me to adjust. He pulled back almost immediately and slammed home again with brutal force. And again. And again. Setting a punishing pace that allowed no room for pauses.
Each deep, driving thrust jolted me forward on the bed, each withdrawal a sharp drag against over-sensitized nerves. Sandro gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into flesh as he pounded into me with raw, animalistic fury.
It was rough, bordering on painful, but ignited by the earlier degradation and Sandro’s absolute domination, my body responded with traitorous abandon.
Each slam against my prostate sent white-hot sparks through him, building an excruciating pleasure that warred with the sting of penetration. I pushed back against Sandro’s thrusts, meeting them with desperate need.
"Sandro," I gasped out between ragged breaths as Sandro hammered into me relentlessly.
"Who do you belong to, Rowan!" He growled.
"You!" I replied without hesitation. "God…I'm yours… Sandro!"
"Damn right!" Sandro growled above me. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my sweat-slicked back, one hand leaving my hip to snake around his front and grip my aching cock in a punishing hold. "Mine! Every fucking inch! You'll learn never to leave again!" He stroked me roughly in time with his savage thrusts.
The dual assault was too much. The brutal fucking combined with the demanding grip on my cock shattered me completely. With a cry that was half-sob and half moan of ecstasy, I came hard into Sandro’s fist and onto the rumpled duvet below. My body convulsed, clamping down hard on Sandro’s cock buried deep inside him.
Sandro roared above me as my inner muscles spasmed around him. He buried himself impossibly deep and held still as his own climax ripped through him with volcanic force. I felt the hot flood filling me as Sandro shuddered against my back.
We collapsed together onto the soaked sheets, Sandro’s weight was heavy but anchoring on top of him for a moment before he pulled out slowly with a low groan. He rolled off me and onto his back.
Silence settled between us. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and sweat and spent rage. I trembled uncontrollably still trying to recover from our amazing angry sex.
I felt Alessandro scope me in his arms and pulled me to him. "Are you okay?" He asked gently, contrary to the man who fucked me like a cave man.
I nodded against his warm chest. "I'm fine Sandro. Tired, but I enjoyed every second of it."
He sighed in relief and held me closer. "I'm sorry if I went too hard. I just really missed you a lot."
My heart swell. "I missed you too Sandro. Every single day."
He kissed my head. "We still have to talk, but let's leave it for tomorrow. You need rest."
I nodded yawning a bit. "I love you Sandro."
"I love you too," he murmured into my hair "God help me, I love you so damn much it terrifies me."
Nothing made sense for now, but I guess tomorrow we'll eventually figure things out.