CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SANDRO DAVALO
It’s always his way!
Just as he had done with my brother, my father had called the next week, requesting that I come with Lara for dinner the next day. The moment I answered the phone, I could sense the authority in his voice. He spoke in a way that made it difficult for me to argue, even though my heart raced with reluctance.
“Lara and you are expected at our house tomorrow evening,” he said firmly. “7 pm,” he swiftly added.
“But Father, it’s too sudden!” I protested, trying to push back. My mind raced as I thought about the implications of the dinner. “Besides, Lara won’t be able to make it with me!” I added in a last-ditch effort to convince him.
“Enough,” he cut in, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and hung up without another word.
I stared at my phone in disbelief. “Damn it!” I let out, letting my frustration spill over. I kicked at anything in sight, not caring if it hurt. The sight of a nearby rock sent it tumbling across the yard with a satisfying thud. I was beginning to tire and be disgusted with my father’s determination to see my brother and me married to our mates at all costs. “Nothing else will satisfy me like that,” he often reminded Alex and me.
I knew he thought it was in our best interest, but it felt suffocating. Not to mention, Lara’s reaction to my father’s plans would likely be less than enthusiastic. I could imagine her wrinkling her nose, telling me about how ridiculous she thought it all was.
In my moment of frustration, I picked up my phone and dialed Lara’s number. The sound of the ringtone echoed in the stillness before she finally picked up.
“Hey there, gorgeous!” Lara’s cheerful voice greeted me, trying to tease me with sweet nicknames. But I barely responded, my mind preoccupied with the day’s events.
“What’s wrong with you, Sandro?” she asked, noting the tension in my voice.
I let out a deep breath, preparing myself for what was going to be a tough conversation. “My father wants us to come to dinner tomorrow,” I admitted reluctantly, trying to gauge her reaction.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice suddenly much more serious. “Is that why you sound like you just swallowed a lemon?”
“He wants me to bring you along,” I continued, but before I could finish my sentence, she bluntly cut me off.
“No way! I’m not going with you,” she said adamantly.
“What? You’re too busy for some dinner?” I shot back, confused at her sudden refusal.
There was a beat of silence on the line before she replied. “Look, Sandro, I just… I don’t feel right about it. I’m scared to face your dad. He’s the Alpha!” she admitted, the fear evident in her voice.
“But…” I shot back, my heart sinking. “Is that the reason you won’t come?”
Another beat of silence followed, and then she finally answered, “I don’t want him to find out I’m not your mate.”
“I fear what he would do,” she added, her voice a bit shaky.
I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. “Lara, please! I need you there. My dad never takes excuses for an answer,” I begged her, desperation creeping into my tone. “You know I’ll pay you more than I do already. Just come with me!”
But she wasn’t swayed. “I’m sorry, Sandro,” she said, her voice firmer now. “I can’t.”
Just like that, the call ended, leaving me in stunned silence. I clenched my fist, rage coursing through me like wildfire. “Damn it!” I yelled out, frustration erupting as I slammed my hand against the nearest wall.
Just then, the door swung open, and Alex walked in, his brow furrowed with concern. “What’s going on, Sandro? You look like you’re about to blow a gasket.”
“Dad called, wanting us to have dinner with him, and Lara just bailed on me!” I shouted, letting my anger spill over. “I can’t stand her right now. I’ll deal with this myself!”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “Wait, what? Lara ended the call on you?”
“Yeah! She just flipped out and said she wouldn’t come because she feared your tough-as-nails-poppy father would find out she’s not my mate,” I explained, practically seething. “I’m going to make her regret this!”
“Calm down,” Alex said, moving closer. “Look, I’ll help you get her to come. Just give me a minute.”
“How are you gonna do that?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief and confusion. “She’s always been stubborn.”
Alex took out his phone, dialing Lara’s number with a decisiveness that surprised me. “Just watch,” he grinned, putting the phone on loudspeaker so I could hear.
“Hello?” Lara’s voice came through, laced with a hint of irritation.
“Hey, Lara! It’s Alex,” he said casually.
“Oh, hey, Alex,” she responded, sounding cautious. “What’s up?”
“Sandro is pretty upset that you won’t come to dinner tomorrow,” he said smoothly, not skipping a beat. “And you know how Dad can get.”
“Oh, you mean your intimidating father?” she replied, a teasing tone creeping into her voice.
“Exactly!” Alex said, laughing lightly. “But here’s the thing: Sandro needs you there. It’s important to him, and you know how much he cares about your opinion.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be around your dad. He terrifies me!” she retorted.
“Sandro just needs you to be there to show you care. If you go, I promise you’ll get through dinner, and afterward, you can have ice cream or whatever you want,” Alex promised with sincerity. “Think of it as a challenge. You can handle this! Just face him with that lovely smile of yours.”
Lara paused for a moment. “I don’t know…” she began hesitantly.
“Lara,” Alex pressed gently, “this is important to him. He wants to make our father proud, and you’re a part of his life. You can help him. Just give it a shot.”
I watched as Alex continued to strategize from the other end of the call. Lara’s hesitation lingered, and I had to bite my lip to keep from interrupting.
“Okay, fine,” she relented at last. “I’ll come with Sandro.”
“Yes!” Alex cheered softly, a smile of victory gracing his face. “Thank you!”
After he hung up, I could hardly believe what had just taken place. My heart swelled with relief. “I can’t believe you pulled that off!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around Alex in a quick hug. “You’re a genius!”
Alex chuckled, shaking his head playfully. “Just doing what I can. Now, get ready, because Lara will expect you to make a real effort tomorrow.”
I nodded, excitement bubbling within. I was grateful for Alex, and I realized that I couldn’t let my fears dictate my relationship with Lara. I had to show her how much I wanted her in my life…
Even though it was just a game!
The next day, I drove over to Lara’s house to pick her up. I was nervous but excited, ready to finally confront my father and find a way to turn what always seemed like a chore into something good. As I parked outside her home, I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts, reminding myself of the promises I planned to keep today.
Lara stepped outside, her hair flowing free, and immediately my nerves fell away. “You ready to face the lion?” she teased, smirking playfully.
“Only if you promise to stay by my side.”
We both laughed, and I opened the car door for her, the atmosphere lightening as we hopped into my car.
Just as we pulled out of her driveway, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, and the caller ID sent ice through my veins-it was my father. “Oh, no. What now?” I said, glancing nervously at Lara, who raised her eyebrows in question.
I answered the phone. “Dad? What is it?”
“Change of plans,” he said, sounding uncharacteristically aloof. “I have to cancel dinner for tonight.”
“What? Why?” I asked, confusion mixing with irritation.
“I’ll reschedule,” he replied curtly, cutting me off before I could protest.
“Okay…” I said, but before I could even get a full sentence out, he hung up.
“Is everything alright?” Lara asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
“Yeah, no,” I sighed. “He canceled the dinner without any reason or explanation. Just said he would reschedule.” I could feel myself deflate, the excitement I had just felt slipping away.
Lara reached over, placing a hand on my thigh reassuringly. “At least you’re not facing him today. Maybe it will give you time to prepare?”
I nodded, the pull between disappointment and relief mixing within me. “I guess you’re right. But now I was really looking forward to it… and seeing you with him again,” I said, giving her a small grin.
“Well, at least we get to spend more time together,” she said cheerfully.
I smirked. “I’m all in for that!”
I parked the car and then reached for the seat lever, reclining it until it was almost flat.
“What are you doing?” Lara gasped but I shut her lips with kisses, “Don’t ask any questions.”
Her body was feverishly warm beneath my touch and when I kissed her, it wasn’t gentle. My lips crushed Lara’s, and she melted into me, letting me lead.
Lara gripped my hair, pulling me even closer as I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted them, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist. Her soft moan when I cupped her ass sent a jolt straight to my cock, and I ground it against her, unable to stop myself.
“Please don’t stop,” her voice trembled, and my body clenched at the sound of it.
I murmured in her ear, “Are you sure I should not stop?”
I couldn’t help the way I pressed harder against her, needing her to feel what she did to me.
“Please Sandro, don’t stop,” she whispered again, and I groaned, the sound low and guttural.
I moved against her, slow and deliberate, rocking my hips into her until she trembled in my arms. Her quiet gasps drove me wild. I dipped my head to her neck, tasting her skin, nipping and sucking as she moaned my name.
Her body was on fire, and I could feel how wet she was through her panties as her arousal soaked into me. My hands moved on their own, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple until she was whimpering.
“I need…” she started, her voice breaking into a moan that made my cock throb.
“What do you need?” I asked, my lips against her neck as I continued to grind into her. I needed her to say it.
“Tell me,” I ordered softly, my voice barely more than a growl, and she arched into me.
“I need you to fuck me, Sandro,” she begged, her voice desperate, and it was all I could do to hold back.
I groaned, fumbling with my belt, my cock straining painfully as I freed it. Her mouth fell open when she saw how thick I had become, her breath hitching.
I slid the tip against her, up and down her soaked panties, and she moaned like it was the only sound she knew how to make.
“Please just fuck me,” her voice was raw and broken.
Her body was trembling against me, and I knew I couldn’t tease her any longer. Hooking my fingers in the edge of her panties, I slid them aside and pushed into her, inch by inch, until I was buried deep in her vagina
I let out a moan that flowed with hers as her hip moved against mine.
The rip of Lara’s fabric followed as my hands found their way to her nipples. She screamed my name even louder and her body clenched, as I fucked her harder and roughly sucking her nipples.
Her cries filled the room, her hands clawing at my back as she moved with me, her body tightening around me until it was almost too much.
Unable to hold the pleasure any longer, I cummef, letting all of my juice splash all over her body.
I probably had work to do regarding cleaning the car but for the pleasure, I did not mind doing it a hundred times.