2. Ambrose

Chapter two

Ambrose

I bury myself into her, my one hand forcing her head into the mattress creating a perfect arch in her back. Pleasure rips through me as she struggles below me. Her hand shoots up, tapping my thigh.

I groan and roll my eyes.

Weak .

I let go of her and she comes up gasping. The perfect arch in her back is gone as she raises up on her arms. I pull out and flip her around. She smirks up at me, probably thinking I'm going to fuck her like this.

A scoff leaves my lips. Christ help me the day I'm desperate enough to fuck a girl while facing her.

"Get on your knees."

She scrambles onto her knees, and I sigh in annoyance. She reeks of desperation, much like most of my recent one-night stands, but she's a decent fuck. I flip over so I'm lying on my back against the headboard, tucking my arms behind my head.

She gets to work sucking me off, with a bit more teeth than I'd personally like. Her bleach-blonde hair falls into her face. I grab a fistful of it and pull her off me.

"Watch the teeth," I sneer .

She's barely able to nod in my grasp but I feel her struggle as she attempts to.

I let her get back to it, forcing her down more and more with each bob of her head.

There's a knock on the door and before I can even tell them to fuck off it flies open, ripping me from the pleasure twisting a knot in my core.

Fuck, what does it take for a man to be able to come in peace?

My eyes move up to see Adriano in the doorway, he folds his arms across his chest leaning against the door frame. A grin crawls onto his face as his eyes travel down to Alexa's as her head bobs up and down in my lap.

Cazzo.

"It's barely 10 a.m. and you're already fucking some troia , slut." Adriano's voice echoes through the room and I watch as she freezes. I didn't realise she was Italian or that she even understood the language.

Maybe she's a better fuck than I thought .

Her teeth graze against me, wiping the thought from my head and solidifying the fact that this is a one-time thing.

"Get out of my room." I clench my teeth as the pleasure continues to creep through my body. The thought of Adriano witnessing me in the moment was enough to keep my orgasm at bay.

"I'm not in your room." He slips his shoulder slightly behind the frame so that he is just outside the technical boundaries of my room. Technicalities are something Adriano holds in high esteem. It's what holds him together because where there are technicalities, Adriano can and will always find a loophole.

My hand grips Alexa's hair to pull her off my cock, but the trail of spit running from her swollen lips to my cock has it throbbing, wanting more.

My eyes raise to Adriano again. "I'm only going to say it one more time, Adriano. Get out."

"Fine, but it's almost time," he says, holding my eye contact.

It's the morning of my papá's funeral, Vitales from all around Italy are currently gathering down the hall for his wake. And here I am, fucking my assistant, minutes before I'm meant to be dressed to carry his body to its final rest.

"I'm sure papá can wait a few more minutes. I mean, it isn't like he's going anywhere," I say with a smirk, letting Alexa return to what she was doing

Adriano's face turns to steel. "Mamá won't be happy, so I suggest you wrap this up. You're part of the procession, she'll notice if you're late." He turns and walks away.

"Shut the door," I yell after him, but it's too late.

Annoyance now runs through my veins, and all I'm craving is release. I toss Alexa onto the bed and put her in her previous position of face down, ass up, and slip into her.

She groans out as I attempt to use my full length, but when she jerks I realise it isn't happening. I'm desperate for release but I'm not about to force it.

I pick up the pace. Anger and pleasure set my skin alight, and I can feel my orgasm build, sweat dripping down my chest.

Alexa is practically screaming. I don't bother covering her mouth since Adriano wants to be a dick and not close the door. He and anyone within a few metres can listen to this.

I feel my balls clench as I twitch inside her. Pulling out, I release all over her back. While finishing myself off with my hand, regret floods me at the fact that I never used a condom because I was too short on time and too desperate for a fuck.

I get off the bed and walk over to my pants on the floor, reaching into the pocket. I toss a few euros at her and she stares up at me in confusion.

"Get a pill, I don't want to hear shit about a miracle baby," I say, as I head towards the shower.

"You're an asshole," she spits.

I shrug, I don't have time for this. Adriano is right, my mother will kill me and bury me alongside her beloved husband.

"Tell me something I don't know. Now get your shit and fuck off."