Chapter 193
ALESSANDRO’S POV
I watched as he disappeared into the fog, my self–restraint pulled taut. I didn’t want to follow him in there, not after he took Antonio and was refusing to let him go until I gave him what he wanted.
I took off my jacket and dropped it on the floor right next to his discarded clothes. I loosened my tie, taking it off as well.
My feet moved on their own accord and I opened the door to the shower cabin and stepped inside. His back was facing me, his short dark hair now even darker, delicately sticking to the sharp lines of his shoulders as the water gently cascaded over him. The sight of his dark brown hair against his luminescent skin was a fucking beautiful sight.
He knew I was here. He didn’t turn. He didn’t pay attention to me; he just let me watch him take a shower. My eyes followed the suds sliding down his glistening skin. I wanted nothing more than to run my tongue along every inch of his delectable body.
My slacks tightened painfully. Instinctively, I undid my belt, ripping it out of the loops. I wrapped the belt around my fist from one side and tightly held onto the other end, watching the sweet curve of his ass.
I wrapped my belt around his neck and pulled his naked body into mine, his ass to my erection. He gasped and looked up at me from over his shoulder. His wet, thick lashes looked beautiful as he blinked.
I dipped my head, my lips hovered just above his plump ones. “Tell me to stop before I lose my shit…”
“Is that supposed to scare me? You think I can’t handle you?” he sneered, his eyes taking on a sexy, wild look that made my cock twitch in my slacks.
I darted my tongue out and swiped it across his wet lips. “I know you can’t handle me if I lose control… because I won’t stop. Not even when you beg or cry. I won’t stop until I satisfy the insatiable craving I’ve had for you for the last fucking year.”
“You really think that I’d beg and cry for you to stop? Do your worst, Alessandro. Let’s see who begs who…”
I smirked. I let go of the belt and fisted his wet hair, slamming his front into the wall. The shower sprayed all over me, drenching my clothes, but I didn’t fucking care.
My eyes trailed down the delectable curve of his ass. I kept holding him in place with one hand over the back of his head and the other went to his ass. Running my teeth over my bottom lip, I softly caressed it before landing a slap. Fuck, the sound of it was arousing as hell with water running down his body. He struggled against my hold, trying hard to break free.
“You really think you can play games with me, Nikolai?”
“Fuck you, Alessandro!” he snapped at me.
The way he was fighting against me, something about his defiance stirred something deep inside me. A certain rush shot down my body, causing my skin to itch with need and my cock painfully hard. I wanted nothing but to pound inside of him.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
The words were still in my mouth when he broke free of my hold and turned, shoving me away from him. There was something in his eyes, something about him that was making me crazier for him. The disdain mixed with his wildcat–like anger was something new, something far more arousing than his submission.
