Page 46 of Little Rabbit

My heart pounds as I process the news.

“When do we leave?” Sofia barks, already heading for the door. I rush after her, Lazaro right behind me.

“Couple of hours, so pack your shit fast,” Lazaro answers tightly. “Sienna, I’ll take you back up to Alessio’s room. I have to get things in motion, and pack myself.”

“I’ll be ready,” Sofia replies. “I’ll be flying back with Gia. Sienna, you’ll be fine with Alessio and Lazaro, but I’ll be there to get you settled when we land.”

Now that we’re out of the gym, I realize that the castle is in a frenzy. People are running every direction, and I hear people barking orders in Italian, their tones urgent. Lazaro ushers me down multiple hallways until we reach a set of steps that leads to the second floor. We rush down the hall until we reach Alessio’s room. Lazaro opens the door, barks “Do not leave without Alessio or me,” ushers me inside, and then closes it behind me. I hear him barking more orders as he walks away,.

I turn around and see the room is empty. Probably for the best. Alessio is likely losing his shit trying to get things figured out, and it gives me a few minutes alone. I grab my bag and move over to the bed, dumping out the contents and sorting it, making sure I have everything as I pack it back up. Namely, the knife I snuck from Branson’s yacht. A girl can never be too careful. Though I really should ask Alessio for a gun. Or maybe Lazaro, since I’m sure Alessio will say I don’t need one because he’ll protect me, or whatever other over-protective bullshit he can think up.

I glance around the room. I wonder if Alessio has any in here? He’ll probably be pissed I’m snooping, but desperate times and all that. I start by getting on my belly and looking under the bed, which is the correct decision because I instantly see two guns, one on each side of the bed frame, mounted and easily accessed. I quickly grab one of them, checking to make sure it’s loaded, before I slip it into my backpack.

I look around again, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to be doing now. I hate waiting, but I’m not in the mood to work. I glance at myself and then head for the bathroom after grabbing some fresh clothes. After the workout I did with the girls, I need a quick shower or the flight over to New York is going to feel gross.

I hop in the shower, and let the heat of the water work out some of the kinks and ease some of the tension. I can’t believe after all that running across Europe, trying to stay ahead of Alessio and the De Luca men after me, I’m heading right back to the US, and this time, right into the middle of a fucking mafia war. How the hell is this my life right now?

I mean, shit, this is what movies are made of. I could sell this shit for millions and never have to work another day in my life. “If only,” I mutter to myself as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Hell, maybe Keanu Reeves would give me a shot.”

“What have I told you about you mentioning other men in my presence, coniglietto?” Alessio’s voice purrs behind me, making me jump. How the fuck did he sneak up on me? I turn and find him standing inside the shower with me, naked, and staring at me so intensely I’m pretty sure the water turns to steam. My body heats instantly.

“If you didn’t want to hear it, then you shouldn’t be interrupting my private shower,” I tell him, arching a brow, and barely managing to keep myself from stepping back when he steps closer, his body brushing mine. His erection pressing against my leg is very distracting, considering I know what it can do.

“Private isn’t the word I would use, cara mia,” he says as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. God, why does he have to feel so good? “You’re in my shower, after all, which means anything done or said in here concerns me.”

I put my hands on his chest, intent on pushing him away, but then he shifts, and his cock presses against my center, the shaft rubbing along my folds and putting pressure on my clit. “It’s not like I was in here getting off to another man. I was just thinking that it would be really great to meet Keanu Reeves. You’re being a jealous asshole for no reason.” And because my brain has melted from the heat in here, I add, “And we’re not a thing, so if I want to fantasize about other men, then you can’t stop me.”

Alessio’s eyes darken, and his grip on me tightens to the point of pain. Every nerve inside me bursts to life, and heat fills my belly. Yeah, Hollywood would kill for the way this man is looking at me right now. Possession, lust, and determination all rolled into one deliciously wet package. “You haven’t learned your lesson, cara mia,” he says so softly, so easily, that a small frisson of fear skates down my spine. His other hand comes up to grip the back of my neck, holding me in place. His eyes move over my neck, stopping on the bite marks he’s left, already bruising and tender; I see the flash of utter satisfaction that moves through his gaze. He leans his head down, running his tongue firmly over the lower one, making me hiss at the tender pain that spreads through me. “Maybe I should remind you?” he suggests, scraping his teeth over that same mark, and the sensation has my body buzzing and heat between my thighs growing.

“We don’t have time,” I gasp out, my fingers curling into his skin.

“When it comes to you, Sienna, I will always make the time.” He lifts his head to look directly at me. His fingers flex on my neck, and his other hand unwinds enough to slide down the curve of my ass, before moving along the crease where the bottom of my cheek meets my upper thigh. I gasp when he slides inward, his finger circling my entrance, before dipping just the tips of his fingers inside me. I rise up on my tiptoes in reaction, my head falling back as water pours down over my hair. “You know, cara mia, for someone who fights me so hard, you’re awfully wet.” His voice a soft purr as he teases me, keeping me completely still with his grip.

“Happens when you’re in the shower,” I grit out, desperate to keep some illusion of control. The more he continues to work my body, the more I struggle to keep my distance. To keep from letting him worm his way under my skin.

He gives a low chuckle, and then he pulls his fingers away before lifting them up, careful to keep them away from the water, to show me. It’s crude, and I should be horribly embarrassed, but instead, it makes me hotter, and damn it, wetter. “Such a pretty little liar,” he chides, before bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. I barely manage to bite back a moan. “Care to lie to me some more, coniglietto?”

“Alessio,” I groan. Does he really expect me to form a coherent sentence right now?

“Mmm, yes, that is my name, cara,” he taunts, giving me a smug smile as he moves his hand back between us and then thrusts his fingers hard inside me, making me cry out at the intrusion. “Now, how about you scream it for me? Maybe then you’ll remember my name should be the only one you ever utter again, hmmm?”

I open my mouth to blast him for even saying such a thing, but all I can do is let out a sharp cry when he hooks his finger inside me, rubbing my G-spot with just the right amount of pressure to have my knees going weak, and my entire body spasming against him. The pleasure overwhelms me, and all I can do is hold on for the ride as he fucks me with his fingers, the hand on my neck sliding down to my back to hold me in place.

Before long, I’m coming so hard I scream Alessio’s name, my body practically convulsing with every wave. “Fuck, yes, just like that, Sienna,” Alessio hisses before he yanks his fingers from me, lifting me up and carrying me over to the stone bench at the entrance of the shower. He sets me on it, pushing my knees up, and widening my legs so that my feet are pressed flat to the top of the bench seat, heels back as far as my body can handle. I’m completely exposed, but I don’t care. Alessio braces one knee on the bench and thrusts his fingers back inside me, demanding, “Give me one more, Sienna.”

My body feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t seem to find anything to cool it down. At the same time, I don’t fucking want to. The force of his fingers inside me is brutal, almost painful, but that only drives the sensations higher. I grip the edge of the bench, trying to hold myself still, as my cries fill the shower. My orgasm rises higher and higher inside me, far stronger than the last. I have no idea how I’m going to survive it.

I arch my back, driving down into his fingers, desperate for more. When he adds a third finger, I’m stretched tightly and feel almost too full. “Oh fuck. Alessio,” I scream, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasm, and for the first time in my entire adult life, I squirt all over his hand and arm.

“Fuck,” Alessio hisses, taking in the sight with burning eyes, his jaw clenched.

I fight to stay conscious as my body continues to shudder with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. If Alessio was trying to prove a point, I think he made it. When he finally pulls his hand away, his chest is heaving, and I tilt my head to see his hands clenched into fists against the tiles. The man is hanging by a thin thread. I look back down and see that his cock isn’t far from my face, hard and dripping precum. Seems that someone else is on edge.

I think it’s about time for me to deliver a little payback.

Despite how weak and jelly-like my entire body feels, I inch forward on the bench and suck the head into my mouth, making him snarl out my name. I lift a shaky hand to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around it and then set a torturously slow pace as I suck on him, gently moving my tongue over him, tasting his skin and savoring the sounds he makes as I do. “Sienna,” he grits out, his free hand coming up to grip the back of my head. “Do not tease me, cara, or your ass is going to pay the price,” he warns, even as I increase my suction and he lets out a harsh curse.

I move my hand in time with my mouth, but then I pull completely away, making him narrow his eyes at me. I grin slowly up at him as I adjust myself into a better sitting position and take him back in my hand. “I think you need someone to keep you on your toes, Alessio,” I purr, swiping my tongue out to swirl it around the head before pulling away again. “And I think we both know I never listen to you, so why would you think I’m going to start now? Especially when I have such an important part of you at my mercy?” To punctuate my point, I watch him as I oh-so-gently graze my teeth over the head of his cock.

---