11. Alessandro

It takes every ounce of willpower to not come inside my wife too soon. The way her walls welcome me, the anguish of uncontrollable pleasure inching its way up and down her spine, make her want to grab onto me. I won"t have her touching me or my back. She hasn"t earned that much of me.

I"m already second-guessing this marriage as her beauty, her brains, her culinary prowess all make me want to treat her like she"s going to be Mrs. De Luca forever. I have to fuck this out of my system because I know she"s going to leave as soon as it"s safe for her family to do business in the city again.

Having her cuffed to the headboard is doing things to me. It makes me want to sort through the untouched items in this room. It"s like I"ve been waiting for her to use this space. No other woman"s been in here with me, let alone made me want to use the room.

Evelyn"s a danger to my life by making me want something more than the way I"ve been living. I need my mind to focus on the goals of our treaty, this truce, this marriage. It"s all temporary. So, I pick up my pace, no longer interested in making her come all over my cock.

Granted, seeing her wet from me, taking the swats of my bare hand, it"s all overload to my senses. Grunts and moans emerge from the both of us as I move closer to her, moving onto my knees and grabbing her slender waist with both of my hands.

Evelyn fits perfectly as I slam her pussy back and forth against me. I"m sure to pay attention to her fingers, her wrists in the metal cuffs. She"s not snapping, and her eyes are closed as if the harder we fuck, the more she enjoys it. I give her what she wants. Delivering one powerful thrust after another, I don"t want this to end. But I barely have any control over that. I feel my climax coming. I let go of her waist and reach above her to use the bars in the headboard as handles. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, and I dig deep with each thrust, rocking the bed as she rocks her body into me. We"re in such fucking perfect sync that it pulls my cum out of me far sooner than I want.

I don"t care.

I feel like roaring into the night with every final push, pull, and pump of my deflating cock inside her, inside my wife, mio dolce.

I click the release on the cuffs, letting her wrap her arms around my neck as we seal her final orgasm with a kiss so powerful it gets me hard all over again. She"s still wearing a handcuff around one wrist that makes me reach to undo it.

The coldness of the metal rubbing against the inside of her arm and then down the side of her ribs as I put them on the bed forces her eyes open wide.

"You like that?" I eye her with my inquisitive nature, breaking a dam into a new pool of possibilities between us. Her sultry moan of affirmation moves me to slide the edge of the metal cuff along her ribs. She sucks in a harsh breath through clenching teeth, but I feel her pussy getting wetter, tightening around me, and begging for more.

The clink of the metal handcuffs stimulates her. I keep them in my hand but move my palm under her so she feels the cold metal pressing against her back. After a few strokes, I feel myself ready to come, but I need to change positions.

We roll over onto my back so she straddles me. This time, the metal cuffs in my hand press against her ass as I grip her from behind. Her tits bounce as we gyrate together into a final nut that shakes us both to our core.

There"s a bathroom with a shower next to the bed that lets us clean up before we collapse into the bed. Sleep comes as easily as we do.

My body regulates itself, typically waking me before my alarm does at nearly six in the morning. However, this morning, something else forces my eyes open before the day starts. The warmth of Evelyn"s mouth wrapping around my cock has me clutching the sheets and grinding my molars.

"Fuck, mio dolce," I hiss and can"t stop myself from palming the back of her head as she slides that beautiful pouty mouth up and down my shaft. She makes quick work of my morning erection, getting it down in less than five minutes.

When Evelyn"s successful in catching me off guard, swallowing every drop, she rises from under the blankets, wiping her mouth. "Good morning, Alessandro."

"Good fucking morning indeed."

"And you said I had a mouth on me."

"That you do, mio dolce." I grab her face to kiss her passionately before stopping before we spend the rest of the day in this playroom. "Listen, get dressed and come back down here."

She eyes me with concern.

"Nothing"s wrong. I just need to show you something, but get dressed in regular clothes. We"ll be heading outside before I start my day."

"Okay. Give me a few minutes. I"ll be right back." She puts on my shirt and takes the elevator back upstairs.

I shoot a text to Lorenzo, ensuring he"s awake. It"s no surprise that he is. Still, I tell him where to meet us. By the time we"re both ready and standing back in the playroom, it"s about a quarter to seven.

"What"s going on, Alessandro?" Evelyn"s expression is a mix of curiosity and worry.

"I want to show you how to get out of here in case of an emergency."

"Do you think that"s wise?" she asks. "I know I harped on sharing secrets, but you"re going to actually show me your secret passageways?"

"Well, you let me into yours." I grin and palm her ass. "I might as well show you mine. Besides, this isn"t really a secret. You"ll have a code generated that only belongs to you to access this door. If anyone is in here on your code, and it"s not you, rest assured, mio dolce, you"ll pay for your betrayal with the same pound of flesh that I carve out of the intruder."

"Point taken. I"ll keep this between us."

"Good girl. Now…" I open the bench, which draws a devious smirk from Evelyn. "Rules, mio dolce. I have no intention of starting something I can"t finish. Pay attention, don"t distract me."

Her smile barely fades behind the biting of her bottom lip. She"s not even trying, but after last night, simply looking into her eyes gets my mind spinning. This is why I"ve never pursued relationships. Falling this hard, this fast, is a dangerous distraction. Not to mention the scars on my body run far deeper than the eye can see. I"d hate for Evelyn to have any experience like that darken our doorstep.

Fuck.

Listen to me. Our doorstep.

"Look in here. If there"s any danger inside the house, you get down here as soon as possible. Push the corner and it will lift up. There"s a button right here." I go through the motions to show her what I"m talking about and then watch her do it for herself.

The button releases a latch that lifts the bed, revealing a short staircase that leads to a heavy steel door. I hold her hand as she steps over the platform frame to descend the stairs beside me. After punching my code in, the door pushes itself open. A string of lights illuminates the tunnel.

"This is some James Bond shit, Alessandro. Where does it come out? A dry cleaner, you said?"

"Yeah, come on. I want to walk you through this at least once so you know what to expect. When you close that door, the bed lowers itself and so does the lid to the bench. No one can follow after you unless they have a code."

The dark cement walls aren"t smooth to the touch, and it looks like an old corridor for utility workers. It"s barely wide enough for three people to walk side by side, taking about ten minutes to get to the other door. After punching in my code, the door opens into a hollow space behind a wall.

The closed-in space does nothing to mask her delicious scents of lavender and cotton candy. Dangerously distracting. I show her another spot in the cement frame of the door that pushes in to release the hidden door lock. When it opens into the storage room full of cleaning supplies, Evelyn"s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store.

"This is so fucking cool. You sure you"re an underboss and not a spy for the CIA or something?" she asks.

That gets me laughing. "I"d be a horrible spy. Well, not horrible, but I don"t do well with authority and they have to follow too many orders. The Family business suits me just fine. Now, look, the same code opens this door from inside because it"s always locked."

The keypad mostly blends in and lets us out in the back of an abandoned dry cleaning shop. I pull out a set of keys, leading her out the front door where Lorenzo is waiting beside the car.

"Does he have a tracking device on you or something?" she asks.

"You"re too wrapped up in the idea of my being a spy, mio dolce."

"Good morning, Lorenzo." Evelyn greets him with a smile as he holds the door open for her to slide into the back seat.

"Good morning, Evelyn." He tips his head to her with a smile.

When he closes it, I notice the slightest raise of his eyebrows.

"What is it, Ren?" I ask him.

He sighs. "Forty-eight hours."

"What about it?"

He takes a step away from the car. Surely, to make certain Evelyn"s out of earshot.

"The tunnel, Less?"

"Relax. She doesn"t have the key to my safety deposit boxes, and she doesn"t know anything that"s not easily accessible. Anyone can go to the Department of Buildings and see the building plans for that tunnel and the house. But I get it, and I"m in the middle of pulling back."

"More like you should pull out. Figuratively and literally."

That angers me as I grab him by the collar, spinning the man who"s been my longest friend to pin him against the car. The fucked up part is he"s letting me do this. On days where the heavy bag isn"t enough, Lorenzo and I will go round for round. He has it in his power to stop me and any other man from tossing him around, but for appearances, sometimes, he"ll let my temper flare.

"This is exactly what I mean," he says. "Look at you. Look at us. It"s been forty-eight fucking hours. I"m not telling you not to fall for her. She"s lovely and can cook her ass off. Just don"t let it knock you off your game. We got plenty of other shit to worry about."

I let him go because he"s right. Lorenzo"s the only man outside of my father I"ll let call me on my bullshit. Loving Evelyn is dangerous.

"You"re right. I"m sorry. I need to clear my head. I"m going to grab a car and get some work done. Take her to her father or wherever she needs to go today," I tell Lorenzo. I knock on the window of the back door, which Evelyn rolls down with a touch of worry on her face. "Mio dolce, tell Lorenzo wherever you need to go. Get ready for Sunday dinner."

"Alessandro, it"s only Thursday," she says.

"I know, but those cookies and all the fancy desserts, I figured you"d need a few days to prepare. If not, it"s fine, go shopping, whatever."

"Alessandro, don"t just pass me off. I"m more useful than cooking and baking like a happy little wife. I can still stop by those businesses."

"Hold off on that. Let"s get this Family treaty established and we"ll come back to that. I want everybody in line by the time we have you involved in business decisions."

"Okay," she concedes. "Whatever you say, Alessandro."

"Good girl."

I lean into the window, stealing a kiss before I step away from the car. Talking to Lorenzo lets me clear my head.

"So, the treaty"s in place," Lorenzo says intuitively. "You"re keeping up appearances very well."

"I mean, I should since we"ve been married a solid forty-eight hours. I want to get a list of the businesses from the De Luca and Rossi properties that were torched. If it"s less than ten, I"ll leave that to you and Evelyn."

Lorenzo grunts. "Okay."

I sigh. "We need everyone to see she"s more than a trophy, that she"s useful to the business. If she"s completely tied to me as my wife, that means I"m open. We"re exposed, and then, so is she. Her sister"s in Top Gott."

Lorenzo"s frustration is audibly loud. "Fuck. I don"t give a fuck how nice they say the island is. Shit"s like the Ryker"s for women, except it"s clean. We got people in there for her? She fed me, Less."

"And?"

Lorenzo moves around to face me, although his eyes never stay on one spot long. It"s quiet, but not empty. He"s always vigilant. The best man I could ever have at my side.

He speaks low. "She fed me, which means she looks after the people who help her people. If she"s willing to feed me, a complete fucking stranger, in a situation she didn"t want to be in, can you imagine what would happen if something happened to her sister? She looks after people. We should look after her."

"Didn"t you just tell me…? You know what? Never mind. Whoever you know that can help keep Shana Rossi—shit, she"s married—uh, Martin. Whoever can keep Shana Martin safe, get everybody on it. One less thing for us to worry about. Back to business. If it"s more than ten places torched, call Eddy with FDNY. Get an arson, fraud investigation going. The more eyes we have on our businesses, the less likely Montegna will attack."

"Are we sure it"s Montegna?" he asks.

"I don"t know, if I"m being honest. Don"t kill anybody until I give the word."