“I don’t wish to use you anymore to kill your father. I don’t wish to be duplicitous about my motivations. I want you to desire to help me. Help me bring justice to a man who left you for poor and gone in the wasteland of Naples for years to fend for yourself until he finally sold you into sexual slavery. Help me send the man who killed my mother out of jealousy and rage to prison for his crimes. Please,” he said with a stroke on his tongue over the top of my parted mouth. The word sat like a pearl on my tongue, a precious gift I wanted to swallow and keep safe in the shell of my belly for all time. “Please, when the time comes, help me.”
I wasn’t thinking rationally.
My whole world had changed that day for the zenith time in the short span of three months, and I needed time to think. Time to be away from a man who radiated a magnetic field to rival the earth’s poles, who drew my eternal moral compass to him like a faulty true North.
I didn’t take that time, and I didn’t want to.
He had manipulated me too soundly. I was filled with anger that had been latent too long, with righteous indignation that needed some end and that end was being given to me.
Didn’t arrogant, destructive Salvatore, who ruled the criminal underworld of Naples that had tormented my family for years, deserve to be punished?
He might have been my biological father, but that only meant I’d been seeded by the Italian devil. In truth, he had done just as much lasting damage as Seamus had, and hadn’t I gotten rid of him?
What was one more wrong righted? Especially if riding Naples of Amedeo Salvatore meant my family could move forward unscathed.
My passionate mind and heart collided in unity, but it was my gut that churned up a response. “Yes, when the time comes, if it means you’ll let me go back to my family, I’ll help you bring him to justice.”
Alexander’s taciturn face broke open into a full-lipped smile that took my breath away. He’d removed his hand from my neck, sliding it up my neck so that he could cup my cheek and sink the tips of his fingers into the hair over my ear. His eyes were eloquent with pride, relief, and fierce triumph, but he didn’t voice any of it. Instead, he slowly closed his mouth over mine and let me eat them off his tongue.
“You can’t tell your family,” he murmured. “They can’t know.”
I nodded because I didn’t want them to know for my own reasons. I was the first line of defense for the Lombardi clan, so I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to drop a grenade in their mist.
Besides, how could I be the pane of glass in a family of fractures if my entire life was a well-kept lie? Would Elena still confide in me, and Elle still allow me to support her? How would Mama answer for her sins and move on with me to a better place of understanding?
What would Seb do, knowing he was the spawn of the worst man he’d ever known?
No, it would be just one more secret I harbored like a cancer in my cells so that it didn’t infect my family.
“Will you tell me about Edward?” I asked, desperate to take the pressure of my chest and focus on another mystery that had nothing to do with me.
Alexander rubbed his nose against mine. “No, my beauty. That was confession enough for tonight.”
He pulled away his face shuttering until the light of his tenderness was gone and all that remained was the dark shadow of domination. My mouth went dry at the sight of his enormous cock saluting the ceiling as he walked on his knees, straddling my legs and hips, then settled his buttocks on my abdomen. He fisted his cock in one hand and used the other to plump up my breasts like cushions before pushing them together. I shivered as he spat on the steep valley of my cleavage and then slowly pushed his searing hot dick into their fold.
“Now,” he said in a voice like a hand on my throat. “It’s time for you to make your Master come.”
I was waiting for him.
My thighs were wet, the air around me perfumed with my honeyed scent.
I’d never been very patient, so the waiting shouldn’t have worked on me as such a heady aphrodisiac, but each minute that ticked by struck my pussy like the beat of a gong, lust reverberating through my body from the source.
As much as my sex throbbed, my pulse was heavy, but even, my breathing long and slow. I felt centered by the weight at my core and my single-minded goal.