22. Adriana

Chapter twenty-two

Adriana

"Let me out!" I hit the door, banging on it hard. Alessandro's men brought me back to his damn house. They dragged me to the basement and locked me up. Alessandro wasn't around when we arrived.

I yell again, pounding on the door. No one responds. " Vaffanculo (Fuck you)!"

My fists hurt from hitting the door. The sting in my head is worse. I have no fucking idea if Beatrice is alright, especially after her husband's been killed.

"Please let me out. Please help," I whimper, sliding down with my back to the door.

I'm crying, hurt from everything that has happened in the last few hours. Gabriele died, and Beatrice had to watch him get shot. And I couldn't do a fucking thing to save them. I hug my knees and cry my eyes out. I'm at the last place I want to be right now.

Alessandro would kill me for trying to shoot him dead. Father's still searching for me.

My life's pretty fucked up and I wish so much that Beatrice didn't save me the last time I cut myself up. I crawl away from the door in search of anything to use to kill myself.

I'm not letting anyone have the satisfaction of having me as his prisoner. The basement is illuminated with a single bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. Boxes covered in dust are littered in the room. I push over a few to find anything sharp enough to get it over with.

Most of the boxes are empty, with a few infested with rats. I squirm away from the pile as I hear squeaking noises, spotting one jump out of a box and running in my direction. It's all useless. That's the same way I feel about myself now. I sigh heavily, resting my back on the wall and sliding to the dirty floor.

My heart's pounding, knowing Alessandro will be back soon. I've seen how ruthless he gets when he is mad. I can only hope he gives me a quick death. That would be my last wish for him. I've had enough already, of him, of Father and of this shitty life of mine.

I lean my head against the wall, patiently waiting for the door to get unlocked. There's no window here to see the outside or even track the time. My wound is aching but at least the stitching is holding up.

I have no idea how long I've waited alone in the room, but I hear the locks now. I'm hugging myself, slowly shifting further away from the door. My heartbeat grows louder. And faster.

Alessandro walks into the basement with a scowl. He smells clean, with his hair dripping some water. He doesn't break our eye contact as he takes slow steps toward me.

I'm shifting further as he tries to get close until I hit a dead end. Stupid wall.

"Who had his fucking hands on you? On my woman?"

He is mad. His grey eyes are shooting daggers at me as he narrows his eyes on me with furrowed brows and crease lines on his face.

"I'm not your fucking woman. Not anymore."

I feel like his gaze is now drilling deeper into me.

"I said who fucking touched you, Adriana? And you will fucking answer me right this moment," he growls with a now-threatening voice.

I shake my head in response, pushing myself into the wall. If I could only disappear into it.

"No one did. No one touched me!" I yell out of fear.

He doesn't break his gaze as he lowers himself on his knees beside me. He makes me gasp as he leans forward toward me. I'm scared he might hurt me with his fingers making their way to my throat. He grips my throat lightly and raises my head to face him.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Poppy." He squeezes my jaw gently.

"Why do you care anyway?"

"Because he won't be breathing any second longer."

Alessandro wets his lower lips as he stares into my eyes. His eyes are still very much filled with anger. But there's something more to them. Hints of pain overshadowed by anger. The scowl on his face doesn't disappear as he flicks his gaze on my lips, then back to my eyes.

"For you, I'll burn down anyone and anything in my way… to keep you safe. No one would fucking dare harm you while I'm still alive."

His voice is deep and commanding. I want to forget everything, but the picture of Mother's dead body flashes in my head, fueling my hatred towards him.

"I hate you, Alessandro. You took my mother and left me with my animal of a father. I'll always hate you for that, if not for your fucking mind games."

He lowers his lips closer to mine. If I lean forward an inch closer, I'd be devouring his sweet lips.

Fuck! Why does he have this effect on me? Even after knowing what he has done to Madre…

I hate myself so much right now. I hate myself for having missed the feeling of his lips on mine, and the comfort they bring me.

But I'm not letting him have his way this time. I'm not some fucking whore whom he can have whenever he pleases and trash whenever he changes his mind.

I try to twist my head to the side to stop myself from kissing him. His grip on my jaw tightens to keep my gaze fixed on him.

"Hate me all you want, Poppy; but I will burn down the world to protect you now. I've come to realize what I want now and there is no denying it anymore. I want you. And I won't let anyone else ever touch you…or fuck you. You belong to me now."

It has always been about sex for him.

" Testa di cazzo (Dickhead)!"

He pauses for a moment and gazes at my lips. It feels like he is about to kiss me as I feel his hot breath on my skin, but instead, he lets out a soft sigh and releases my jaw from his grip.

I flinch as he punches the wall instead, muttering a curse. He rests his head on the wall with his eyes shut. I can tell something is wrong, but we both stay in our places in silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't kill her." His face is still resting on the wall as he speaks. He doesn't open his eyes or turn to stare at me. "I couldn't."

"Who?"

"Your mother." He turns to face me. His face is disturbed as he forces himself to stare at me.

I'm the one with the scowl now. "You don't get to fucking lie to me, Alessandro."

"He used it as a test and I failed, Poppy. I just couldn't do it."

I pull myself up from the ground to stand on my feet.

"I couldn't kill your mother. My father was the one who shot her when I couldn't bring myself to do it."

What?

I feel a tiny bit relieved at first but then immediately I feel anger overtaking me again. Furiously, I walk towards him with my finger pointed at him.

"But you fucking let him do it." My voice is higher and filled with strong emotions. Anger. Pain.

"What was I supposed to fucking do, Adriana? Kill my own father?" His voice is higher than mine, with a thickness that frightens me.

"You are a heartless coward, just like your sorry-ass father. You could never know how much it hurts to have lost her like that."

He closes the distance between us. "I fucking do, Adriana. I fucking do, and I watched that son of a bitch kill her right before my eyes, and I couldn't do a fucking thing to stop him."

I don't know what to say, realizing what he meant. We stare at each other in silence with a growing need to shout or fucking touch. The closeness between us is fucking torture to me. I'm so mad at him, and yet I want him to touch me in the unkindest ways.

"I'll hate myself if anything bad happens to you," he whispers.

I don't stop myself from closing the gap between us and stretching to have his lips on mine. The need to seek comfort from him overwhelms me.

He kisses me hungrily like he has been starved for days with a sexually arousing hunger. I despise him so much, but I want him even more.

He tastes my lips and sticks his tongue in my mouth, just where it belongs. He kisses me in the most aggressive manner, pushing me hard to the wall.

We don't break the kiss as he grips my throat, choking and exploring my mouth. It's like a high; I don't want to get off just yet. I'm losing my breath, running my fingers frantically on his body, digging my nails in his skin. He groans in my mouth and I swallow the fucking, sexy sound.

Oh, fuck.

I push his chest to create a distance between us. I'm losing my mind. He does this to me every time. I shouldn't be doing this.

"I want to do nasty things to you, Adriana." His eyes bore into mine.

I'm fighting with myself to talk myself out of him.

"Let me show you how much I want you. Show you where you belong."

He walks closer to me and kisses the dip of my neck. I'm breathless with the little touch.

His fingers trail on my thighs, sliding up my panties. "Take your panties off," he commands. He cups me and strokes his fingers on my wet panties.

"O–okay," I whisper, giving in to him. Again.

He slides his fingers out from between my thighs and watches as I tug down my panties, sliding them off my feet. My black dress is still on.

"Good girl."

Alessandro unexpectedly grabs my waist, scaring me for a second as he lifts me swiftly on his shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?"

He opens the basement door and carries me out. "Stop asking questions, Poppy," he replies, spanking my ass, and carries me up the stairs to a room next to his.

It's dark as he steps into it. He switches the lights on to reveal a bright white room with tools arranged in it: sex toys, a bench, a spreader bar and restraints come to my view. I wonder why there's a little refrigerator in here. He puts me down and walks to the cross.

"I want normal sex, Ale. I want to touch you."

He stops and turns to look at me. "By now, you know I'm a dom, Adriana. Seeing you being submissive to me pleases me. This is also how I deal with certain things in my life. Right now, after what I saw today, I need this. And I need it with you."

"You hit me. That's fucked up, Alessandro."

"I had a traumatic childhood. You don't want to know anything about it. I'm pretty fucked up."

He walks back to me and kisses me gently. "Now take your clothes off before you talk yourself out of this. Trust me, I won't do anything you can't handle."

I stare at him as I pull my dress over my head. I'm only clad in a bra with no panties on.

He tsks, watching me as I take off my bra. "I want to fucking suck hard on every inch of those perfectly round tits of yours and leave my mark all over them again. Come to me now," he commands.

Already breathless, I walk to meet him by the cross. He pushes me gently till my back rests on it.

"I'll give you my rules. You obey me, or I'll punish you."

I swallow hard, nodding in response. He uses restraints on my hands and legs, keeping me fixed to the cross naked. I'm breathing heavily as he restrains me.

"Don't move." He orders me with his deepest voice.

Alessandro walks to a table in the room and grabs a spatula from it. He walks back to me and stares at me with so much intensity. I heat up in embarrassment as he watches me naked. He is inspecting my body with insane scrutiny, studying every part of me like I'm a fucking art piece. He touches my wound gently as I shiver with the feel of his calloused hands.

I flinch as I feel his tongue on my nipples. He wets my nipples and grabs one of them in between his teeth, teasing me for a second.

"I said don't move, Adriana." He hits my leg with the spatula.

"Argh!"

Alessandro walks around me for a few minutes which almost feels like forever, with his eyes sweeping over my naked body. He stops in front of me and slides his fingers up my thighs as he touches my fold. He slowly uses his fingers to spread my swells, causing me to moan.

"Remember my rule, Poppy."

He grips my neck the moment a thick finger of his slides inside me. Fuck .

"You like that, don't you?"

I'm biting down my lips to swallow my whimpers. His touching is killing me. From the inside out. I want to touch him. And kiss him. He denies me both.

My toes curl as I feel another finger inside me. I'm holding the restraints tighter, growing weaker from his touch. He returns his tongue on my nipples, sucking hard and then moves his tongue around it sucking even harder and leaving a hickey mark.

Ahhhh… I want to scream his name.

"Beg me to fuck you, Poppy." His fingers slide out of me. I want them back in me so bad. "I said beg me. Now!"

He rubs my folds with the tip of his fingers. I can't take the torture much longer.

"Ale, please."

"I like it when you call me that, but I want to hear the words Poppy. Beg me to fingerfuck you."

His thumb causes a new sensation as he rubs it over my clit.

"Please, Alessandro. Please, fingerfuck me."

He slides back two of his fingers inside me and swallows my scream before it escapes my lips with a kiss. He bites me hard and I can feel blood on my lips. My legs begin to tense as he adds pressure with his fingers sliding in and out of me. He's so fucking skilled. And he is detonating me into a fucking orgasm.

"Alessandro," I scream, feeling nearer to a release.

He stops the movement of his fingers in me and slides them out just before I get an orgasm.

I'm panting hard with a scowl on my face.

"Not yet, Poppy. I'm not letting you cum just yet. Now look at me."

I try to keep my eyes on him. He puts those two fingers he had deep in me in his mouth and starts licking them, still holding my gaze.

"I love how sweet you taste."

Oh fuck… this is such torture.

He wastes another minute looking at my body again, whispering words in Italian. He knows how much he is driving me insane, begging for an orgasm.

He walks to the medium-sized refrigerator and pops some ice in his mouth. Alessandro reaches for both my breasts and squeezes them hard.

I'm drowning in ecstasy from his touch. He follows it with his tongue, gradually melting the ice he has in his mouth by trailing it down my skin till he kneels before me. I moan loudly, shifting a little the moment I feel his wet cold tongue on my vagina.

"Don't fucking move. Or you're not getting that orgasm."

He uses his fingers to spread my folds as he hooks his head between my thighs and devours me. I've never felt this before. His cold breath against my pussy leaves me breathless, screaming his name. He devours me like a pussy-starved man in need. Sucking and stroking me with his magic tongue.

"Count to 10 while I give you the best orgasm you'll ever experience."

I nod hastily as his tongue returns to my folds.

"1."

Alessandro increases the pace of his tongue on me. I want to scream, pulling the restraints harder. My wrists start to hurt.

"2."

His teeth graze the lips of my pussy. Dio Santo .

"3."

I don't ever think I want this to stop. Whatever we have going on. He's propelling me to cloud nine with his fucking skillful tongue.

"4."

I whimper, feeling the heat from my insides.

"5."

I moan breathlessly as I feel his fingers back on my swells. He's doing wonders with both his tongue and fingers, teasing my clit.

"Ah! Fuck."

"Count, Adriana."

He returns his mouth to me and continues to bring me closer to an explosive orgasm.

"6."

My legs tense again as he slides his fingers into me. I scream his name.

"7."

He's fingerfucking me so hard. I'm holding my tears back from the fucking sensation. Happy tears.

"8."

My legs tremble.

"Ale. I can't anymore. Fuck… 9."

His tongue and fingers go at the same pressure. Sucking and fucking me insanely.

"Arghh… Alessandro!"

My eyes squeeze shut from the pressure.

"10. Fucking Christ."

Alessandro slows down the pressure of his tongue as I am literally experiencing the most intense orgasm I ever had. He licks my release. I'm breathing heavily, not wanting to recover from that experience just yet.

"Good, Poppy."

He raises his head with a smirk on his face. It's a beautiful sight as he stands to his feet. He reaches for the restraints and begins to release me.

"You can't trust my father or his deal. He wants to kill you." He takes the restraints off and stares at me.

Now I know I want my father dead.