10. Adriana

Chapter ten

Adriana

Kat and I exchange frightened glances as Alessandro slowly pushes the door open with a gun in his other hand. The lights are off inside as he opens the door wide.

"Are you sure you locked the door before stepping out?" Alessandro asks.

"I can bet my ass off that I fucking did," Kat replies.

Alessandro walks into our apartment first and we follow behind him. He switches on the lights and the house is in a whole mess.

"My God!" Kat exclaims.

I stare in disbelief. I've known somewhere in the back of my head that my father could find me someday but not this soon.

The wooden coffee table is lying on the floor, with books scattered around.

"Who are those people? And what do they want from us? You?"

I swallow hard, struggling to find the right words to say to Kat. I don't want her drawn into my mess.

"Stay here. I'll go check inside," Alessandro says. He disappears into the room, leaving Kat and me behind.

"I swear, I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"What do they want from you, Diana?"

"Someone's trying to kill me," I lie.

We hear loud, heavy steps coming up the front door. Kat grips my arm with her eyes widening.

"Who's that?"

"I have no idea," I whisper.

The door is smashed open in one swift move and three men walk into the house with guns pointed at us. I recognize the first. Sean.

"Adriana," Sean says, nodding at me. He gives the others a signal to hold Kat and me.

"You scream and I put a fucking bullet through your brain," Sean says, looking at Kat.

"Leave her out of this," I grunt, fighting my arms free from the guy holding me.

"Your father would be so pleased to see you."

Sean walks closer to me and trails the tip of his gun on my chin, stopping at the dip of my neck. My breathing has gotten heavier.

"Now, where the fuck is that figlio di puttana (son of a bitch)?"

I keep mute, staring him dead in the eye while listening to Kat's heaving sounds.

He has a devilish grin on his face as he nods lightly and points the gun at Kat next.

"I'll shoot her right now if you don't answer me."

" Vaffanculo (Fuck you)," I say through gritted teeth, spitting on his face. He wipes it off with the sleeve of his shirt.

" Uno (One) . "

"Diana? What the fucking hell is happening?" Kat screams.

"It's me you want, Sean. Just fucking take me to him."

" Due (Two)."

His fingers pull the trigger but don't release it yet.

Kat is screaming with tears in her eyes.

"Sean, please. Let her fucking go."

" Tr -" a bullet stops him mid-sentence. It passes through his mouth, making a hole in the back of his head. I cringe, squeezing my eyes shut as blood splashes on my face and… on my lips. I can taste it.

Shit .

I hear Kat screaming. I can hear my screams as I hear a couple of shots fill the room. It lasts for a minute but it feels like a fucking eternity.

"Adriana."

The voice sounds distant. I can't get the sounds of the shots from my head. Or the picture of Sean's mouth hole.

"Adriana, we have to go now."

I flinch, feeling Alessandro's fingers gripping my arm.

"Don't touch me," I warn.

Kat is behind him with her arms wrapped around her. Her eyes quiver, staring at the dead men in our apartment.

"We can't stay here any longer," he adds.

I nod in agreement, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Kat," I whisper, reaching for her arm.

"Leave me the fuck alone. I just want to get the fuck away from here."

"My car is on the next street," Alessandro says. He walks out of the house first, tucking the gun at the back of his trousers when we get out.

A black sedan is parked opposite the apartment.

"This way," he says, checking the street cautiously. He leads us back to the club.

Kat is silent throughout the walk. Her arms still wrapped around herself.

Alessandro pulls his key out of his pocket and stops in front of a black SUV a few feet from the club.

He must have stayed there all night waiting for me.

He opens the doors to let us in and slides into the driver's seat.

"Drop me off at Broadway, please. I've had enough, Adriana ," Kat breaks the silence. She turns to stare at me for only a second and then back out the window again.

"I'm sorry Kat," I whisper loud enough for her to hear. She doesn't stop staring out the window.

I can feel Alessandro's eyes on me through the rearview mirror as we make our way to Broadway.

He stops the car when we arrive at Broadway Street.

Kat grabs the car handle and takes a look at me. "I don't know what the fuck is actually happening. But be safe, Adriana." She opens the door and steps out before I can speak.

"Where do you want to go?" Alessandro asks, putting the car in drive.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. I look out the window the moment it does. "I have no idea."

He doesn't say a word again as we drive silently through the city.

I contemplate the idea of going back to my father or traveling to some other country. But I can't move away so quickly tonight. I'd need papers and lots of cash; I don't have either right now.

"Where are you taking me?" The street looks familiar.

"My house in Brooklyn. You'll be safe there."

"I don't want to stay in your house," I say blatantly.

Alessandro hits the brake abruptly and I end up at the front of the car from the sudden stop.

"What the hell was that?"

"I stopped for you. Get the hell out if you have somewhere else to go."

I stare at him infuriated. He waits for another minute as we continue the staring contest.

"Guessed as much."

I hate that he is right. I hate him so much.

He resumes driving till we reach a medium-sized apartment on McDonald Avenue. He unlocks the door for me. "Get down."

I stare at him, confused.

"Can you just not be too stubborn right now and listen to me, Poppy? I'll be right back."

I get out of his car to the front of the apartment. He drives down the street and makes a turn.

I rub my sweaty palms on my blue jeans nervously.

Where the hell did he go?

I spot him walking up the street a minute later. He takes out a key to unlock the front door when he gets to me.

His apartment smells like citrus when I walk into it.

He switches on the light as we step into the living room. It's smaller than his home in Manhattan. It's painted white but has fewer artworks on the walls. I stare at them.

"Don't touch anything," he instructs before disappearing into the hallway.

I ignore his words and walk closer to the painting of a head with no face. I touch it with my fingers, staring at the contrast of the colors used.

I'm so focused on the tiniest details that I have no idea Alessandro is behind me.

He holds my arm on the painting. "I told you not to touch anything, Poppy," he whispers in my ears.

I lose my senses with him too close to me.

No… not again.

But his deep masculine voice causes a tingle in my belly already. I want to scream at him and push him far away from me.

"Get your hands off me," I manage to say.

It comes out as a whisper instead.

He knows how much of an effect he has on me as he closes the little gap between us.

He presses himself on my ass and I feel him hard already.

"Adriana . "

I talk my needy self out of his effect, walking away from him.

"Fuck you, Alessandro. All this happened because of you."

"Because of me? I fucking saved your life."

"Cut the crap. I know you waited outside the club when I told you to fucking leave," I say, pacing the room.

"What did you expect me to do? Watch that fucking cunt lay his hands on you again?"

My stupid heart skips a beat. I remind myself of the last time we had sex. I'm nothing to him.

"Why do you care so much? You made yourself clear when you last said I meant nothing to you."

He is breathing heavily, looking at me. I can tell he is pissed.

"What's that word again? Just a fling, you said."

He hisses, pinching his forehead.

"Adriana," he says through clenched teeth.

I stare at him with my chest heaving. I could explode with all the anger in me.

"Why do you have to be this stubborn? It's doing things to me," he grunts, closing the distance between us again in one stride. He doesn't let me speak before he joins our lips together.

He isn't gentle with his kiss, gripping my neck tight and sticking his tongue deep in my mouth.

I am welcomed by the familiar feel of his lips. The way they feel is perfect against mine. The taste of vodka on his tongue and his hands… I love his strong, exploring hands and the things they do to me.

"Take those damn jeans off," he commands with eyes burning with desire.

I don't think twice as I unbutton my jeans and pull them all the way down to my ankles, forgetting how emotionally hurt I felt after I obeyed him the last time.

Alessandro groans, staring at me. It makes me shiver, with goosebumps on my skin.

He unbuckles his belt and keeps his eyes on me as he pulls his pants down. His big cock protrudes in his black briefs.

He holds my neck as he merges our lips together. I slide my hand to his waist and down his erection, squeezing his cock hard. He groans in my mouth from the pressure of my fingers.

He lets go of my neck and breaks the kiss.

"Slow down, Poppy, or this will be over before we've even started."

He grabs my ass from behind and lifts me. We resume our kiss as he leads us to the room. He pushes the door open with his strong feet and throws me hard on the bed. The soft bedding cushions my fall.

"I want to fuck you so hard till you're screaming my name."

He walks to the bedside drawer and pulls a pair of handcuffs out.

He searches frantically for something else while I lose my patience. I feel a deep throb from between my thighs. I need him. Inside me. Now.

"What the fuck are you searching for?"

"I can't find a damn condom." He hisses aggressively, walking back to me. "I'll pull out; I can't stop now."

I nod in response.

"Hands."

I stretch my hands to the bedframe and he cuffs me to the metal railings.

"Good girl. You know you're at my mercy." He slides down my panties and spreads my thighs.

My toes curl as I watch him kneel in front of me. The ache in between my thighs is replaced by a familiar heat.

His tongue strokes my wet folds, making a loud moan fall from my lips. Alessandro circles his fingers over my clit. My eyes squeeze shut from the ecstatic feeling of his tongue and fingers.

I let my head fall back as he parts me with his tongue and strokes it against me again, causing me to scream this time.

He grips my waist tight, holding me in place as I move.

"Your sweet cunt is driving me insane."

His voice vibrates in between my thighs. The heat of his breath makes me shiver.

"Alessandro… arghhh fuck!"

He eats my pussy with raw passion and hunger. I arch my back from the pressure of his tongue parting and his teeth devouring me. I'm floating.

Alessandro groans against me. My head is clouded with pleasure. I feel a tremor build in my legs already as I come closer to a release. He slows down the movement of his tongue, stopping me from having an orgasm.

"Not just yet, Poppy. Hang in there."

I feel his fingers inside me again, leaving me breathless. I moan his name as loud as I can, pulling my cuffed wrists till they hurt.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and have your pussy dripping on my cock."

My throat dries out.

"You taste so fucking good, Poppy." He stops fingerfucking me and grips my neck with one hand. He tugs down his briefs.

His lips meet my cheeks as he cups my breasts. He lowers himself on me and I gasp, feeling our bodies touch.

He circles his lips around my nipple and wets it with his tongue. My body aches for him with his little torture.

"Please."

The head of his thick shaft settles in between my thighs.

"Ale?" I manage to say. I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes into me with one strong stride. I don't realize I'm spasmed up into an ab curl from the quick thrust.

Fuck .

He groans against my neck as he starts to move but then suddenly stops.

What? No.

"Open your eyes," he commands, and then continues, "…look at me."

I barely manage to open my eyes and look up at him.

"I was the first man to take your sweet pussy and I will be the only one to do so… ever. Do you understand me?"

I can't take it anymore. This man has me begging like a fucking whore.

"Answer me Adriana." He demands, raising his domineering voice.

"Y? yes." I barely manage to say.

He breaks his gaze and while still inside me, he bites me on the crook of my neck, sucking hard.

"Ale," I whisper breathlessly.

It hurts just enough to cloud my senses with an insane pleasure. Alessandro is the only man who manages to pain and pleasure me at the same time and I damn well love it.

"Now you're marked by me and the whole fucking world will know it."

I want them to.

His lips are replaced by his strong arm as he grips my neck tighter and begins to move faster in me, pounding my insides. I feel his length go deeper with every thrust. The bed moves in rhythm with his waist movements.

I'm screaming, holding tight to the metal railings. I struggle to keep my eyes open.

"Open your eyes," he commands again but I can't this time.

He kisses my neck and trails it down my stomach. He stops moving in me, forcing my eyes open.

"Good. I want you to watch me fuck you hard."

He pulls my knees apart and begins to move inside me again. It's even harder and deeper now.

I'm drowning as I fight to keep my eyes open.

"No one's having you except me. You're only mine."

"Yes," I pant. I'm not fighting him or denying anything he says. Right now, he's destroying my senses with his dick.

He moans, pulls out of me and uncuffs me.

I'm breathing heavily, not recovering from his thrusts yet.

"I want to take you from behind, Poppy."

He wastes no time rolling me flat on my stomach.

His hands trickle down my spine and I shiver. He enters me from behind, whispering into my ears as he moves faster.

I grip the headboard tight, drowning in ecstasy. We keep going in that position for a minute before he pulls out and switches us back into the first position.

"Let's get married," he kisses me and trails his fingers on my skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, stunned by his words.

"A fake one of course," he adds, thrusting into me faster. "…one that can give us both what we desire."

I nod in response, as he could ask me anything right now, and I'd agree as long as he fucks me senseless.

"Good." He returns his lips to mine. I bite his lips and taste his blood.

I feel his muscles tense against me as he pulls out again, letting his head fall to the side of my neck. I feel a warmth on my stomach as he releases on me.

What did I agree to just now?