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Emilia’s POV
I didn’t know why my mind kept going to Alaric, but it wouldn’t stop. I remembered how vulnerable he was in the hospital earlier today, and how he had kissed me without caring that anyone could have seen.
I got up from my bed, sliding my feet into my flip flops and walking out my my room. I found myself in front of his office where I knew he was, probably going crazy at the fact that Francesca wasn’t under his roof. All I wanted was to comfort him.
I walked into his office and closed the door behind me. Just as I expected, he was pacing the length of his office but he paused when he noticed me.
“Hey,” I began, feeling awkward and stupid for coming here in the first place when he hadn’t called for me. What if he chased me out? That would only make me feel more like shit.
He said nothing, but his face softened a bit as he watched me. I took a bold step, going closer to him and standing in front of him. “I know you’re going crazy about Francesca right now. But she’s going to-”
I was cut off when his hand wrapped around my throat, bringing me closer to him and his lips meeting mine softly.
I just hadn’t expected him to touch me. To kiss me as he was doing now.
I moaned and melted in his touch, my knees buckling a bit. He kissed my lips and then bit it, sucking in my lower lips before breaking the kiss and then kissing my neck, sucking on my skin.
I moaned again, fisting his shirt. “We should be doing this,” I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it.
“Yes we shouldn’t,” he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
“Someone could come in. Allesio could come in,” I muttered, moaning as his fingers found my slick entrance and he rubbed. My knees shook but he held me against himself with his other hand.
“Allesio could come in,” he repeated. It was as if this had become some sort of game between him and I. Repeating each other’s words like this.
“We should lock the doors,” I suggested with a breathy moan.
He moved away from me and stared into my eyes. “I’m their Capo. They would be crazy to come into my office without permission,” he reminded me.
“Just do it,” I replied with a roll of my eyes.
He sidestepped me and walked to the door, locking it behind us. “Now I’m going to need you to be quiet. Can you do that?”
My heart began pounding in my chest. I wasn’t even listening to what he was saying anymore.
“Can you be quiet for me?” He asked again. “You need to be quiet if you don’t want them dead just for hearing how you sound,” he told me.
I nodded my head, staring into his eyes. Yes. I could be quiet for him. I would be quiet for him.
“Use your words, sweetie,” he murmured as he walked back to me and placed his hands under my chin, raising it up.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Good girl. On your knees,” he commanded.
I went on my knees without a second thought. I didn’t need him to tell me what he wanted me to do. I already knew what he wanted.
I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. I took out his cock that was already thick and hard. If it hadn’t already been in me once, I could have doubted if it would fit at all.
“Good girl,” he breathed out when I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head and moving my hands up and down his length. I couldn’t fit him in my mouth completely.
I loved the way he moaned, his head falling back and his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he fisted my hair and held my head in place. He began fucking my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
I moaned, holding his thighs for support. I loved pleasuring him. I didn’t know why. I just loved it and it gave me pleasure too.
He pulled me up abruptly and looked at me. “Emilia. Are you sure you want this right now?”
I nodded, not a bit embarrassed about how eager my answer was. I needed this like I needed oxygen to breathe. I just hadn’t realized it till now.
“We haven’t been using protection,” he murmured as if he just remembered that and it was going to be a problem.
“I’ll use the pill,” I answered him.
“You have that with you?” He asked, his brows raising.
“Just stop asking questions and fuck me already,” I rolled my eyes.
He turned me around instantly and bent me over his desk as he pushed my skirt up. “Careful, your mouth might just get you in trouble.”
He thrust into me in one go and I almost screamed at the sharp pain that tore through my pussy.
“Shh,” he said, covering my mouth with one hand and holding my waist with the other. He began pounding into me, the pain slowly giving away to pleasure. I moaned and whimpered, biting down my screams on his palms. He didn’t seem to mind. He just increased the pain, fucking me harder and harder, hitting that sweet spot inside me with force that made my knees buckle.
I held on to the table as he continued to fuck me hard and fast. Tears were streaming down my eyes from the pleasure. It was too much. It was just too much. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with each thrust.
After a few thrusts, I clenched around him and came with a force that shook my entire body. I bit down on his palm hard and after a few thrusts, he released inside of me. I moaned as he pulled out of me, kissing my neck tenderly.