6. Adriana

Chapter six

Adriana

I manage to slip out of the house without my father knowing. He can't keep me there forever. I want out already. Out of this fucking life he made for Beatrice and me. I need to escape. And fast.

Just like I predicted, Beatrice's party was successfully ruined by him.

I narrowly escaped getting locked up again; probably would have been if Beatrice hadn't lied to cover up for me. Father almost found out I was speaking to Alessandro.

Beatrice keeps saving me. As father's favorite child, he had no issues believing her word when she admitted that I had lost my phone and that he had probably heard something different.

I owe her. But even though she had saved me and sternly warned me to stop seeing or talking to Malgeri's son, it's hard not to. Despite despising this whole mafia world, ironically, he's the only one I know that can help me escape my own miserable world right now.

I gave into my stubbornness, partially wanting to see if he was fine but also needing his help to run away from this cycle of violence and mafia influence.

It's all I've ever wanted. A normal life not constantly watched by armed men or in danger from getting killed by a rival gang. Even though I completely resent Alessandro, he is my last and only option.

Father had his men find me the last time I tried to escape. I can't let that happen again.

I'm in front of his house, rethinking my decisions. The guards let me in easily. Alessandro must have seen my text about coming here and told them to let me in.

The two-story building is grand, as I take a better look at it this time. The walls are painted white, with some parts of the building made of sturdy bricks. The entrance is grand too, with a beautiful double door.

I take a sharp breath, prepared to enter. Two guards positioned by the door with guns hanging on their shoulders open the door wide for me.

I don't see Alessandro as I step into his large living room. I take in the beautiful view of the soaring ceilings and elegant chandeliers.

Just like before, the artwork lined up on his walls catches my attention again. I stroll to a medium-sized piece that has a drawing of a strange child with an unusual gaze and blood-stained hands.

"Don't."

I flinch from his baritone voice. It stops me from tracing the piece with my fingers.

"Sorry, I only wanted to feel it."

I fully turn to see Alessandro shirtless as he walks down the staircase.

It's impossible not to stare. His chiseled, tattooed chest and arms steal my gaze as I trail my eyes down his body. His black jeans hang low on his waist, revealing the V-shape just before his lower half.

It's hot. Too hot. It makes my breath seize for a moment as I feel a heat swell in my insides.

"I would stare, too, if you were topless," he says, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

The large windows behind the stairs let in plenty of natural light. His body is like a damn work of art under the spotlight.

"I… I…" I stammer. I should be hating this man, especially after how he left me right after I gave my innocent self to him. Yet, his presence does things to me… and I hate that .

"Why did you leave?" He stops a few steps away from me. His gray eyes are all over my body.

I notice his bandaged wrist.

"Are you alright?"

He walks closer. "Answer me, Poppy."

"Cause you were a fucking asshole. You fucked me ?no, you actually took my virginity? and left. Just like that," I blurt out.

It's hard to stay mad with him this close. "I waited for hours and just like the dick you are, you never came back. I felt so–"

"Fuck," he says, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"You've got me so fucking hard, Poppy," he closes the distance between us.

I feel his bulge as he presses his body on mine.

"You have no idea how sexy you are when you're mad."

I forget how to breathe and get goosebumps instead, my stomach fluttering. Our eyes are locked as he stares down at me.

"I want to do nasty things to you… I want to fuck you senseless." His hands grab my ass with a gentle squeeze that causes me to make a sound.

"No, I'm not some whore you get to have your way with," I manage to say, struggling to keep my voice steady.

"I want to taste you."

Alessandro slips his hand into my dress from underneath and into my panties.

I gasp, feeling heat inside me.

"So fucking wet, Poppy."

His voice is thick on my skin as he trails his nose along the side of my neck. My legs lose their balance as his fingers begin to stroke my folds. I whimper and moan, holding his arm for support.

"Sto-st-op, Alessandro."

"Are you sure that's what you want, Poppy?"

He increases the pressure of his fingers rubbing my swells. I can't concentrate on anything. The stroke of his fingers makes my insides contract.

All it took was one look at his body and one stroke of his fingers over my core to forget all the anger I felt for him. Argh!

"I hate you," I moan.

He has a wicked grin on his face, working his fingers inside me and cupping one of my breasts greedily. "Your sweet pussy doesn't, Adriana."

"F-fuck you." I return his stare as he massages my folds. I'm thinking about telling him to stop but I can't bring myself to find the words. His fucking magic fingers.

"That's all I'm trying to do to you."

He pushes one finger inside me and my knees buckle, making me whimper desperately. I don't want him to stop. He drives his finger slowly in and out of me. It's a fucking torture.

"What do you want, Poppy?"

I hear the sound of my arousal coating as I feel more wetness between my thighs. He pushes deeper. Fuck!

I bite my lip, stopping myself from letting the words fall from my lips. He has me breathless and shamelessly wanting his cock inside me. Fuck, I need it.

Alessandro slides another finger inside. He groans with a thick, deep voice. I know I'm driving him equally insane.

"So fucking tight, baby."

My quivering pussy has his fingers in a stranglehold.

"I want you," I breathe.

He stops moving his fingers in me. My insides throb harder, wanting him to continue.

"Please fuck me."

It's too late to take my words back as they fall from my lips, desperately begging him to take me.

"Good girl." Alessandro slips his fingers out of me and sucks his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Poppy."

I need his fingers in me again. Fast, before I lose it.

"Come," he commands.

Like a needy whore, I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. It's much bigger than the room downstairs, with plush furniture and a king-sized bed with pristine white sheets. Brown curtains hang on the walls.

"I want to punish you," Alessandro says.

I stare at him, confused. He takes my chin in his hand.

"What do you mean you want to punish me?"

"I promise, it's nothing you can't handle."

I swallow hard with a slight nod.

He lets go of my chin and walks to his closet. He takes out a whip and handcuffs.

"No way in hell," I object.

"Poppy, trust me, it's just as much fun for the both of us."

"You derive pleasure from beating and cuffing me?"

"Yes," he replies with a firm gaze.

He can't be serious.

"That's fucked up, Alessandro."

"I'm fucked up, and I fucking want to have you on your knees right now begging for me." His voice has gotten a little higher.

I squeeze my eyes shut, giving myself time to think. This is my out. I can leave now and put this all behind me—put him behind me...

But I don't. My curiosity and hunger for him overpower my common sense.

"Alright," I whisper, almost already regretting it.

"Take your dress off," he commands.

He watches me as I pull my black dress over my head until it forms a mess on the floor as I let go of it. I'm standing next to him in only blue matching underwear.

"Your bra, too." His eyes are still fixed on me.

I unclasp my bra and take it off to meet my dress on the floor.

He tosses the cuffs on the bed and has the whip in his hand.

"I'll hit you only five times, and you have to count with me. Do you understand?"

I nod nervously, not missing his overly commanding tone.

"Now bend over."

I slowly drop to my knees, holding the wooden bed frame for support.

I close my eyes as I try to steady my breath, waiting for the feel of the whip on my skin.

Almost immediately, I hear the sound of the whip landing on my skin. I yell in pain as a teardrop rolls down my cheek.

"You have to count, Poppy," he says behind me.

I stifle a sob, trying to slow down my breath.

"One."

I feel the leather on my skin again, causing me to flinch a little. I take a moment to regain myself.

"Two."

I gasp as he hits me again.

"Three."

He groans from behind me, hitting me again.

"Four."

"Fuck," he grunts, hitting me. Another teardrop falls from my eyes.

"Five."

A guttural sound falls from his lips. I flinch as I feel his fingers on my back.

I hate him.

"Adriana," he breathes on my skin.

He kisses my back and tastes my skin with his tongue. I'm glued to the spot, feeling a stinging pain from his hits.

"I want to be inside you, Poppy."

Alessandro helps me up and kisses me. He wipes my tears with his fingers as he deepens the kiss.

I want to push him away, but I don't. I can't. I still want him just as much. Even after what he just did to me.

He guides us to fall on the bed and uses his tongue to explore my mouth and taste me. I try to match the movement of his tongue. He tastes like whiskey.

Alessandro palms one of my breasts and squeezes, stroking my pointed nipple.

I feel his fingers between my thighs as they reach further into my panties. He cups me underneath and gently strokes me.

More wetness trickles down my thighs as I feel the heat from inside my panties. He breaks the kiss after a few more seconds and reaches for the handcuffs.

"Just relax, Poppy," he says.

He takes my hands and crosses them at my wrist. He cuffs me to the bed and walks to his bedside drawer to grab a condom.

I watch as he takes off his pants. His erection is very visible and barely contained in his black briefs.

He looks at me as I watch him, and a smirk spreads across his lips. He tugs his briefs down, his huge rod springing out immediately before he tears open the condom with his teeth.

I can't stop staring at his thick, big cock.

"Quite a view, huh?" he laughs.

It's the first time I've heard him laugh. A beautiful, deep sound that echoes in my ears.

He slides the condom on and walks to the bed. He has a blindfold in his hand.

"What's the blindfold for?"

"Just fucking relax. You'll see."

He resumes the kiss hovering over me and puts the blindfold on my face, cutting off another of my senses—first, my ability to feel the ridges on his body—and now I can't even feast on him.

I feel his fingers as he slowly tugs down my panties until I kick them off.

He spreads my legs wide and pushes into me, hard. I scream as a groan escapes his lips. He thrusts again into me and I feel his cock in the deepest parts of me.

"Fuck, you're so tight. So fucking tight, Poppy."

He moves again faster, making me scream again, moan and scream some more.

"Oh, my God. Oh… my God."

"You feel it, right? How the blindfold strengthens your sensitivity? How it makes you feel all of me with more intensity? You are welcome!" he brags.

I tremble, unable to form coherent words.

"I need you to surrender yourself to me, Adriana. I am in control."

Alessandro pulls out just an inch, denying me an orgasm as my legs begin to tense. He is driving me insane with his little games.

"I've thought about having you in so many different ways."

He buries his face on my chest with his tongue on my breast, sucking hard with his teeth, teasing my nipple.

"On your knees while I fuck you from behind."

He pushes a little inside me. Something between a moan and a whimper comes out of my lips.

"I'm going to flip you and fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to sit without thinking of me."

He takes my other breast in his mouth and plays his fingers around the other. My breasts are swollen and heavy. I need him to drive into me again. His cock fucking me out of my senses. Alessandro groans as I move against him.

"Fuck, Poppy!"

He drives his shaft into me completely and my eyes bulge from the thrust. A scream falls from my lips.

"That's my girl."

My heart's pounding as he keeps driving hard into me. His dick destroys my senses. And my insides, in depths that leave me fucking drowning.

Every time he thrusts into me, I melt. I fucking melt.

I hold the bed frame for support as my eyes flutter against the blindfold in pleasure. I've long forgotten all the stinging and pain from the whipping on my back.

He stops moving in me and pulls out of me completely.

Oh…not now!

I bite my lips, nodding hastily. He uses the tip of his cock to tease my swell, sending shivers down my spine. I need him inside me.

"Alessandro," I breathe.

"Yes, Poppy?"

"I need you inside me."

He continues to tease me with his cock.

"Ahh… please."

Then, he thrusts into me hard and my toes curl with a loud moan from my lips.

"Fucking Christ," I scream as he moves wickedly inside me. I roll my eyes in my head as he pulls out. Then back in.

Out.

Fuck.

In.

Harder now.

He moves faster as I feel my legs shaking.

"Ale-" I scream.

"Cum for me, Poppy."

He thrusts harder and deeper. I feel a hot liquid slide down my thighs. He moves again as he groans. Alessandro loses control as he pumps into me, ruining me from the inside. Every nerve ending in me is lighting up.

"Fuck, you keep getting tighter," he breathes on my skin.

I feel every ridge, and inch of his erection ramming inside me. Again and again. My muscles begin to tense again and I think I'm going to fucking implode. The muscles in his legs become taut too and we are both shaking.

"Fuck, Adriana. Tell me no one's ever going to make you feel like this."

I scream his name as he forces me into an insane orgasm. Fuck, he detonated it.

I'm still coming when I feel his erection swell in me again. He lets out a guttural sound as he jerks one more time. And another. A loud groan comes out as we are both trying to catch our breaths, his body on mine. He uncuffs me and takes the blindfold off.

Alessandro stands to his feet after a few moments and tosses the used condom into the trash can.

"You can leave now. I have something important to take care of."

I feel a jab in my chest. My head. What?

"Is this some kind of joke, Alessandro?"

His gaze is firm as he stares at me.

"We've had sex already. What else do you want in my house?"

I'm such a fucking fool. I grab my panties and dress, slipping them on. My chest hurts with a sting from his words and my back starts to hurt now that his magic is gone.

I can't believe I let him use me again… how stupid I am to fall for it again. But I don't let him see any vulnerable part of me as I shield my emotions from him.

His eyes are locked with mine, staring at me as I put on my dress.

"I want to… I need to run away from my father."

"And how is that any of my business?"

In this moment I want to curse him out and hit him so hard.

"All I need is your fucking help to get away from my father's men. Stop being such a fuckhead to me."

"I don't owe you shit, Adriana. We were both horny and we've fucked. It was just a fling and nothing more. I'm not some goddamn knight in shining armor to save you from your father."

I'm struggling to keep my eyes dry in front of him. "Fuck you, Alessandro. I'm such an idiot to think you'd be reasonable enough to help me out."

He points to the door and walks to the bathroom.

"I'm losing my patience, Adriana. You'd better be going before I keep you as my prisoner in my basement. Cause right now that is a very tempting thought for me… my revenge on Gustavo for taking down my men."

I stare at his back view, full of disdain. His body is all ink and muscle.

"My men will have great use of you."

He turns to glare at me through the corner of his eyes. There's no emotion in them. I can't stand the sight of him any longer. My chest is heaving in anger as my blood boils, scourging through my veins. I've never felt this used before.

"I despise you with every fiber of my being!"

I run out of his room and slam the door shut.

Tears roll down my eyes as I reach for the door and walk to my car. I burst into tears as I slide into my car and start the engine.

I zoom off in haste, not wanting to ever see his fucking face again. I hate him so much.

The guards open the gate for me as I arrive at my father's house. I wipe my tears before stepping out and hurriedly walking into the house.

It was just a few hours ago I thought I left this house forever, just to come back to it more hurt than ever before. What a fool…

Father isn't in the living room. Thank God. I can't let him see me like this.

"My daughter, Adriana."

I stop in my tracks, hearing his voice from the study room. He is on a call and I just heard my name.

"Ginerva, Adriana can marry your son, Alessandro, as part of the deal."

My heart skips a beat.

What? Fucking no .

I run into my room, replaying his words in my head. Father wants to give me out to that asshole for a deal.

A fucking deal .

Who am I to him?

I take out a bag and stuff some clothes in it. I'm refusing to stay anywhere near this fucking house ?or Alessandro's? one more minute.

I slip out of my room with the bag in my hand. Father is still in the study room as I leave the house. I walk to my car, running away from all of this.

This time, for good.