“You’re trying to get yourself killed. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
His voice was ice, and that serious, cold expression was back like.
My stomach flipped for a moment. Those eyes… ripped through my defenses like they were nothing but I ignored his coldness.
“Pervert.”
I shot back, not afraid, not this time but my voice still shook slightly. His lips curled into a grin like he was impressed by my courage.
Without another word, Alessandro helped me into the tub. He stepped in behind me, settling me gently between his legs, my back resting against his broad chest. His chest hair grazed my skin, tickling my neck and spine in the warm water. I inhaled sharply, the intimacy almost unbearable in its quiet tenderness.
He reached for a bar of soap, lathering it in his large hands before running them slowly over my body, arms, shoulders, the dip of my waist. Every stroke was careful, almost reverent. Like I was something fragile, just like before when we were showering.
How could a man like him, who was all dominant and dangerous touch me like this? How could he be so rough in bed, yet so gentle here, focused only on me, on giving instead of taking?
I leaned into him, letting myself melt into the rhythm of his hands and the sound of water trickling over our skin. My heart beat a little faster, and not just from desire. There was something I needed to ask something that had haunted me since before our last fight, the last time I walked out of his house.
“Can I ask you something?”
My voice was small, hesitant, but the question burned in my throat.
Alessandro hummed against my ear. “Of course.”
I hesitated, fingers curling around his wrist to still his hand. The words trembled on the edge of my tongue. Then I took a deep breath and let
them fall.
“I saw Leah Salvatore on TV once,” I began, quietly, “and she said she was going to marry you. Soon.”
The air between us changed immediately.
“Is it true?” I whispered. “Are you getting married again soon?”
Alessandro froze. The warmth of his hands disappeared from my skin, replaced by the sudden cool of distance. Then, without a word, he shifted me in the water, turning me so I sat on his lap, facing him.
I swallowed hard. His eyes those impossibly blue eyes met mine. Cold at first. Detached. But then… something shifted. A flicker of guilt? Of hesitation?
“I don’t really know what you’re talking about, Leah talks a lot of shit when there’s a camera in front of her. All I care about is you“, His look changed.
Then, with that look in his eyes that raw, possessive hunger, his hands slid lower, gripping my hips under the water, his thumbs pressing into my skin with a quiet, controlled strength.
“Do you really think I could even look at another woman after tasting you?”
His words were low, wicked, and intimate.
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He dragged his mouth to my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“You’re the only one I dream about when I’m hard in the middle of the night. The only name groan when I come
My body clenched around the tension thrumming between us.
“Every part of you, every sound you make when you fall apart under me, it’s mine. No
one else will ever have that.”
Then he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, letting the weight of his words sink in, slow and dangerous.
“And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me, he said nonchalantly, making my mouth gape wide open in shock at how castral he made it seem yet I knew it that he meant it when it came to killing. Killing wasn’t an exaggeration for Alessandro. Those were his games. The only kind he knew how to play
deadly, unforgiving, absolute.
“I’m hungry.” He suddenly said, his face suddenly stoic.
I blinked and looked up confused at him. “Sorry?”
“Let’s both go out, on a date.”
A date?
In public?
My eyes almost popped out of my skull.
“Wha-” I fumbled. “You mean like… in public?”
His lips twitched at the corners, as if he found my disbelief amusing.
“Yes. Where people can see us. Where they’ll know you’re mine.”
He leaned in, nose brushing the side of my cheek, his voice low and deep. “Let them look. Let them wonder what it’s like to have someone like you screaming their name in the dark.”
Heat surged to my cheeks, pooling between my thighs with sudden intensity.
He pulled back, eyes glinting with amusement and something sharper, something territorial.
“I want to feed you. Walk beside you. Watch you blush when people stare. And then I want to bring you home and strip you slow, just to remind you who you belong to.”
My breath caught. My mind was chaos.
Public… dates… intimacy… him.
This man was going to be the death of me.
“Alessandro…” I started, not sure what I was going to say whether to protest, question, or melt but he silenced me with a look. A possessive, unyielding look.
“Wear something nice,” he said, already standing up in the tub and pulling me with him
He bent and pressed a kiss to my neck slow, claiming before whispering against my skin:
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“I want the whole damn city to know you’re taken.”
His words sent a shiver racing down my spine. The idea of going out with him, of being seen with him like that possessed, adored, used beak
thrilled and terrified me.
But then reality snapped into place.
I swallowed hard. “Alessandro…”
He paused, toweling off my shoulders as if nothing in the world could faze him.
I looked up at him, at his chiseled, stoic face, this man the world feared.
“You’re a mafia boss,” I said quietly.
“A well–known one. If we go out together, in public… won’t people know? That you’re… you know, Gay?”
His hands stilled, just for a second. Then his eyes met mine again piercing and unreadable.
And then, slowly, a smirk curved across his lips.
“Let them know.”
I stared at him, stunned.
“You’re not… worried?” I asked, my voice hesitant. “Your enemies, your allies, they’ll see us. Won’t that make things… harder for you?”
He chuckled darkly, stepping in closer. “You think I give a fuck what they think?” His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my damp hair.
“Anyone who dares whisper about me will choke on their own tongue.”
His voice dropped even lower, rich with quiet menace.
“And anyone who touches you? Won’t live long enough to regret it.”
My breath hitched.
“But still…” I whispered, the fear flickering underneath. “This could change things for you.”
We’re not normal people, Alessandro.”
“Tonight we are.” His words were final.
