Page 55 of Little Rabbit

I’m too tired to argue, so I pull off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor, and then climb into the newly hot water once he motions for me to go ahead. I don’t miss the way his eyes heat and his gaze moves over me as I go, and a quick stirring of desire starts to build again in my belly. I give a soft moan of contentment as the heat of the water loosens and relaxes all my stiff muscles, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the edge of the deep soaker tub.

“Move forward, cara mia,” Alessio instructs, and I open my eyes to see him beside the tub, looking down at me expectantly. I scoot forward and he climbs in, hissing at the heat of the water. “Damn, are you trying to boil yourself in here?”

“You’re the one who made it this warm, but yes, this is the perfect temperature,” I quip over my shoulder. I settle back against him, relaxing, while also trying to ignore the erection that is currently pressing into my back. “Are you always hard?” I ask him curiously, side-eyeing him.

He smirks at me. “I am whenever you’re around, cara mia. Add in all that sass and attitude you like to spout, and I could hammer stone.”

“That gets you going, huh? No wonder you were so slow catching me.” I yelp when he pinches my nipple, and glare at him when he lets go. “Asshole.”

He merely grips my hips and turns me around so I’m facing him, my knees on either side of his hips. “All you’re doing is proving my point, coniglietto,” he purrs softly, arching his hips so his cock rubs enticingly against my mound. One of his hands goes to my ass and urges me tighter against him. “Every time you sass me, the only thing I can think about is fucking it right out of you. While at the same time, wanting you to do it all over again.” I moan when his shaft rubs against my throbbing clit. God, this man can get me going in seconds, and I’m all for it.

My hands come up to his shoulders to hold myself steady as I arch my hips into him. “You should probably see someone about that. Might be a problem if one of your men starts back-talking you.”

He slaps a hand against my ass, though the water eases the sting, before he rasps, “Don’t worry, cara mia, it only seems to be an affliction where you’re concerned. And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Is my coniglietto looking to be fucked? Does she need her man’s cock pounding inside her, making good on his promise?” His hand on my ass slides down, before dipping down further and thrusting two fingers hard inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, making my hips jolt forward against his shaft, which in turn has him groaning. “Oh yeah, you are definitely looking to be fucked, aren’t you, cara mia?” he grits out as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me in a slow, steady motion.

“Pretty sure that’s what happens when you parade around naked,” I gasp, pushing my hips down to try and take more of his fingers inside me with each thrust. But it’s not enough. I need more friction, I need more everything. Desperately, I move one hand from his shoulders and reach into the water, wrapping my hand around his cock and angling the head to hit my clit with every downward thrust of my hips. It’s exactly what I need, and I do it a few more times as I stare at Alessio, whose eyes are burning with desire.

“Fuck, yes, Sienna,” he grits out as he moves his fingers harder inside me. “That’s it, cara mia, use my cock how you need it. Show me how much you want it. Fuck.” His eyes go hooded when I lean back, dislodging his fingers, but now using the whole of his shaft to rub myself against, torturing us both.

My orgasm rises with each tight slide through my folds and over my clit, but I need more. I need him inside me. I shift forward, holding him until I can settle my entrance over him and sink down. Both of us groan when I take him easily inside. I hold myself still over him, enjoying the sensation. Alessio simply grips my hips and watches me, jaw clenched and eyes hooded. I can’t help but feel powerful at the knowledge that right now, this man is at my mercy. But I want him too much, and I’m too wrung out to play any games. Instead, I swivel my hips before lifting up and then back down slowly, the water splashing around us with my movements.

Alessio’s hands grip my hips tight enough that I know I’m going to be bruised, and the pain of that along with the pleasure of him filling me has my orgasm rising. It’s not a fast burn like before. No, this one is slow, steady, and all consuming. It’s almost too much. “Fuck, Alessio,” I moan, moving myself a little faster, needing more.

“That’s it, cara mia,” he coaxes, arching his hips to meet my thrusts. “You’re taking me so perfectly.” He leans forward, his mouth finding my neck, nipping and sliding his tongue over the sensitive skin, making me shiver with it. My inner walls clamp down around him in reaction, and he groans. “Oh yes, someone likes that,” he rasps before he does it again, a bit harder this time.

I cry out as the sensations move through me, and I instinctively start moving faster over him, desperate to chase it. Craving it. My nails dig into his shoulders, needing them to keep myself steady. “Alessio.” I need more. I need all of it. “I need more. More,” I beg when my orgasm remains just out of reach.

He pulls away, stills my hips, and then lifts me off him in one quick move. It’s so sudden that I don’t have time to process before he’s maneuvering me to the edge he was laying back against, with him now behind me. He thrusts hard into me, jolting me forward. “Hold on to the edge, cara mia,” he growls as his hands grip my hips. I do as he says, and I have to brace myself as he sets up a hard pace.

Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I need.

I moan at the feel of him thrusting inside me, at the sound of the water splashing, my entire body feeling like it’s on fire. My orgasm rushes forward, but still remains just out of reach. My breath chokes on a sob as I grind back against him, desperately needing it. Needing him. “Alessio,” I cry, though I’m not sure what I’m asking him for.

Thankfully, he’s far more in tune to what I need than I am right now, because he stills, grips my hair, and pulls me back so I’m kneeling in front of him as he wraps his other arm around my front to support me, changing the angle and hitting that magical spot inside me. “That’s right, Sienna,” he pants in my ear as he resumes his thrusting. “I know exactly what you need. Because you’re mine, aren’t you? Only I know what you crave. What you desire. Because this pussy was made for me. For me to fuck, for me to fill so full that you’ll never forget who belongs there, will you?” He lets go of my hair, moving his hand down my front and finding my clit, rubbing it fast as a cry falls from my lips. Stars burst in front of my eyes, and my hips are erratic as I try to take more of him, while also trying to chase the sensation of pleasure shooting through me. “This pretty little clit is hard and throbbing for me, isn’t it, cara mia? It needs me to make you feel so good, doesn’t it?”

I can barely understand him, the fire burning inside me almost all-consuming. “Alessio,” I sob, my hands coming up desperately and gripping his arm in the water. I don’t know if I want to hold him tighter or pull him away. The sensations inside me are too much. Too fucking much.

He must realize how close I am to falling apart because he stops rubbing at my clit and instead pinches it, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I cry out, my entire body shuddering with it, and I’m vaguely aware of Alessio’s thrusts increasing until he finally stills, filling me, my name a growl alive in the air.

By the time I settle, my body spent, I’m grateful Alessio is holding me because otherwise I’d fall face first into the water and drown. Alessio presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, making me shiver, and he groans as my inner walls clench around him again. “Are you trying to kill me, coniglietto?” he gasps as he grinds himself into me. “I don’t think I can come again just yet, but you’re already begging me for more.”

I give a soft chuckle, unable to manage anything else. After another long moment he eases out of me, and the next few minutes are a blur as he washes us both before draining the tub, helping me out of it, and drying us both off. My knees aren’t steady, but thankfully he takes pity on me and carries me to the bed. I slide under the covers, so tired I’m asleep almost instantly.

The bed dips as he climbs in behind me after turning out the lights, and he pulls me back against him, curling around me. As I finally slip into sleep, I almost hope he’s right and that we’re going to figure out a way through this, because Alessio is starting to show me parts of him that I want to explore.

As much as it scares me, it excites me too. Maybe being with him is exactly what I need, but only time will tell. I just have to hope that my heart is strong enough to withstand the pain of losing him if I’m wrong.

27

ALESSIO

My phone buzzes, and I’m instantly awake. Quietly, I slip out of bed, taking my phone with me into the bathroom and shutting the door so I don’t wake Sienna. Though, considering how she didn’t even stir when I got out of bed, I don’t think I have much to worry about. I see Lazaro’s name on screen and quickly swipe to take the call. “Yeah?”

“We got a problem. We’re meeting in Nico’s office.”

“On my way.” I hang up and head back into the bedroom, making my way into the walk-in closet, shutting the door, and quickly dressing. I leave the bedroom within five minutes, and nod at Mario, who is standing quietly outside the bedroom door. I don’t have to give him any warnings and instead I hurry down to Nico’s office. When I walk in, I find that I’m the last to arrive, but the tension in the room is palpable. “What’s the issue?” I ask briskly as I move to take a seat on the couch.

“I couldn’t figure out why Parisi hasn’t made any moves in the last couple weeks,” Lazaro answers, drawing my gaze. “It’s not like him. He’s not patient, and he’s not someone who just sits back and waits, even with sending men to try and grab Sienna before we got her to Sicily. The same with Leonardo and Marco. Marco only just struck out here, and Parisi only finally started making moves. So what’s the reason for the change?”

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