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She stares at me for a long moment until she finally looks over at Rori, who is watching our interaction with interest, but saying nothing. Then she looks back at me. “You know, what, Alessio,” Sienna says calmly, “you’re right.” Her statement should please me, but instead I just narrow my eyes. What is she up to? “But I think you need to prove you deserve for me to say yes.” Then she’s running, tossing a pillow at me, that I dodge. I snap the ring box closed, stuffing it back in my pocket, and grin.

“Your ass is in trouble now, coniglietto,” I call after her as she dashes for the stairs. “And when I catch you, you’re going to feel it for days.” Then I’m running after her, the thrill of the chase burning in my veins.

37

SIENNA

I burst out of the pool area and take off down the hall past a shocked Mario and a couple of patrolling guards. I laugh when I hear Alessio cursing behind me, no doubt slipping on the water dripping off me. I don’t have a direction that I’m running, and I won’t be running too far or hard. I just need to get back to our room before he does. The thrill of the chase is exciting, but I have an ulterior motive to this.

Rori’s right that I need to stop thinking about things and just do what I want to be happy. And that includes keeping Alessio on his toes. I’m going to marry the crazy man, but there’s no harm in making him work for it, is there? And keeping him on his toes will keep me very happy, that’s for sure.

When I reach the top of the steps, I come face to face with a shocked Sofia. “Sorry,” I call as I quickly skirt by her and head for our room. “I’ll help clean up the mess later!” Then I’m gone. I hear her huff, but then laugh when Alessio curses when she gets in his way. It gives me the little extra time I need.

I slip into our room, run to my bag and then hide in the corner of the little wall that connects the study area with the bedroom. I grin when I hear the door open and his footsteps on the floor, but I don’t move or make a sound, waiting. “Naughty little rabbit,” he says softly as he moves slowly around the bedroom. “I’m going to enjoy it when I catch you.”

He moves around toward the study, but his back is to me, and I silently slip around from my hiding spot back into the bedroom. He spins around just as I clear the wall, and he chuckles that low, dark sound that has my stomach clenching with anticipation. I need him in the perfect spot for this next part. But before I can get myself into position, his arm is around my waist, and he’s yanking me back against him. His cock is hard against my back as he spins me into the wall, pinning me there. I don’t bother even struggling, I just groan and grind my ass against him.

“Now isn’t this familiar?” he murmurs into my ear, one hand landing on my hip, and the other weaving into my hair and pulling my head back, exposing me to his mouth. “I think someone wants to be fucked hard, don’t they? You want me to prove to you that you belong to me, Sienna? Because I’m going to ensure that no one, not even you, will ever doubt who you belong to. And I do believe that I owe you quite a few spankings from all the times you’ve pushed me. Isn’t that right, cara mia? Just how many transgressions are you up to now, I wonder? I bet you’re wet just thinking about them, aren’t you? I bet your pussy is fucking soaked and getting wetter every second I make you wait.”

“I’m wet from the pool, so I don’t think so,” I rasp, lying easily. Because, fuck, is he right. I’m drenched, and everything in me is screaming for more. More of this. More of him.

His low chuckle sends a thrill down my spine. I gasp when he yanks on my hair again, pulling my neck further back as he growls, “Such a pretty liar,” into my ear. Then his teeth are sinking into my neck and I cry out in shock, pain, and pleasure. He put this bite above the other one, and when he soothes it with his tongue, I shudder. Then I feel his hand move from my hip to my core over my wet swimsuit, pressing directly on my clit and making me cry out as jolts of pleasure spark inside me. He gives a low moan. “Even through a wet bathing suit, I can feel your heat, cara mia. So fucking perfect.”

“Alessio,” I moan, rubbing myself against his hand, needing more. More friction, more pressure. I let out a sound of protest when he pulls his hand away.

“Oh no, cara mia, you’re not getting off that easy.” Trepidation fills me, but I give him a defiant glare when he smiles darkly down at me when I lift my gaze to his.

I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I know, Alessio has me stripped out of my swimsuit, and he uses his tie to restrain me to the bed on my knees, wrists stretched out in front of me. The restraint has me in a position for him to use me as he wills, but gives me a little bit of movement if I need it. It’s salacious, and I love it. Desire coats my thighs as I watch him strip out of his clothes.

When he approaches the bed, his eyes are dark, intense, and full of an anticipation that has my heart pounding and my desire ratcheting up even higher. I squeeze my legs together, rubbing them against each other for more friction, anything to ease the burning going on between my thighs. I let out a shocked cry and then a moan when Alessio slaps me hard on the ass. “Legs apart, Sienna,” he orders. “You’re not coming until I allow it.”

“Allow it?” I gasp out. “Fuck you, Alessio.”

“In time,” he agrees, moving around to the other side of the bed. He slaps my other cheek just as hard, making me groan as heat spreads through my core. “And yes, allow it, cara mia. Because clearly you haven’t gotten the message. Everything about you belongs to me, and that includes your orgasms. You don’t get to come until I’m good and ready.” He kneels on the bed by my hip, and I yelp when his teeth come down on the fleshy part of my ass. When he pulls away, he grins wickedly at me when I whip my head around to glare at him. “Just marking what’s mine.” Then he pulls away.

“Turnabout is fair play, Alessio. But I’m thinking you’re not going to like the parts of you that I bite.”

He chuckles low, unfazed, before he eases forward and gives the other cheek a matching bite. “Threatening my dick isn’t the way to get what you want, cuore mia,” he warns me. “Especially when we both know how badly you need it right now.” His hand traces the crack of my ass until he reaches my pussy and rims it with his finger, making me shudder and arch back into his touch. “So needy, and so wet.” He pushes just the tip of his finger inside me. Teasing; torturing me. I want to scream at him, but I can only moan, my hands desperately gripping the length of the tie binding me as I spread my legs wider for him. “Mmm, yes, show me how much you want me,” he praises. I should be embarrassed, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing that matters is him giving me what I need. Namely, anything that will push me over the edge to the orgasm that’s building inside me.

“Alessio,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I want to beg him, but I force the words down. No, I’m not going to beg him. I won’t give him that satisfaction.

He moves so he’s behind me, and I bite back a moan when his hands come up, grabbing each cheek, squeezing and rubbing them, and driving me crazy. I lower myself down so my back is arched and my breasts are on the bed, needing something to stabilize me. What have I done? I let out a cry when suddenly he releases me, putting one hand on my hip to keep me steady, while the other comes down hard on my ass. I jerk at the feel of it, and then cry out again when he switches to the other side.

“Look at this gorgeous ass turning so perfectly red for me,” he praises as he spanks me a couple more times, making the pain rise with each one. “But I don’t think this is enough, is it, Sienna? No, you, my sweet little rabbit, you clearly haven’t learned your lesson. Taunting me, teasing me, pushing me. You haven’t realized what you’re playing at, have you? The lengths I will go to to make you mine.” He spears me with two of his fingers so abruptly that I don’t have any time to brace myself, or realize that he’s stopped spanking me.

I cry out at the intrusion, while also thrusting my hips back to take more of him. Needing more. “Yes, please, more,” I croak, lifting my head to look at him.

His dark eyes slice to mine, and I fight back the small sound of panic that’s trying to rise in my throat when I see the feral glint in his eyes. This is not the jokester Alessio. No, this is the Alessio that chased me across the ocean and forced his way into my life. The very one that pulls his fingers back as he gives me a sly smile. I scowl at him, but then I turn my head away and scream when he thrusts them hard and fast back inside me, setting up a brutal pace that has my orgasm rising hard and fast inside me as pleasure swamps me to overwhelming heights.

Guttural sounds leave my throat; I can only put my face into the blanket and let them free as he works me expertly. But then he pulls his fingers from me abruptly, and losing the sensation has me crying out in desperation as my orgasm ebbs. “No!” I snarl, lifting my head to glare at him, but then I feel him thrusting his tongue inside me, and it all fades away as a cry of another kind leaves my mouth.

“Yes,” I moan, grinding back into his mouth. “Yes, Alessio, just like that.” I tug desperately at the tie currently keeping my hands bound, but it doesn’t give way. Fuck. I look down at the knot with bleary eyes, my brain stretched too thin trying to enjoy the sensation between my legs and focus on getting the knot to loosen. Then his hand comes up between my legs and rubs at my clit, keeping my orgasm hovering just out of reach. It’s not enough. “Alessio, please,” I beg, uncaring that I vowed not to. No, if he doesn’t let me come, I’m going to lose my mind, or shatter into a million pieces.

He pulls his mouth away from me and drops his hand, making me sob in disappointment and desperation. “So deliciously wet for me, cara mia,” he rasps, rubbing his face on my upper thigh and spreading my arousal over my skin. “I could eat this pussy for hours and never get enough. Maybe I should, hmmm? Maybe I should keep you on this edge for hours? Hours of listening to you beg me for release, begging me to stop and begging me to continue? Sucking on this pretty clit, but never giving you exactly what you need.” He rubs my clit so gently that it’s torture, and I grind my hips down desperately. “Or maybe, maybe you need a bit more, huh? You need me to remind you how you really do belong to me. Every part of you. Maybe that’s what you’ve been missing, is it, coniglietto? You need to feel me all over this gorgeous body, so that you’ll never know anything but me, don’t you?”

I should be stopping him. Telling him no and demanding he end this entire game. But then his finger slides slowly, gently, into my ass and I can’t do anything more than breathe deeply and tremble in his grip. “Alessio,” I gasp, clamping down on his finger as sensations fill me that I’ve never felt before. Forbidden, dark, and far more than I’m sure my mind can handle right now if I think on them too deeply.

“Such a pretty ass, Sienna,” Alessio praises as he continues to work me, making me shudder as pleasure starts to swamp me again. How is that possible? “One day, once we work you up to it, I’m going to fuck it. Because I’m going to own every part of you, aren’t I, cara mia? I will know you so intimately that you won’t be able to ever get me out of you. All because you belong to me, don’t you, Sienna?”

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