Page 85 of Little Rabbit

“Alessio,” I sob, desperate for relief, for anything to make this sensation tip me over the edge. “Please. Please.”

“Please, what, cara mia?” he croons, twisting his finger, while bringing up his other hand and thrusting two fingers from that one into my pussy, making me scream at the fullness I feel. “Tell me, Sienna. Tell me what you need from me. Maybe I’ll give it to you if you give me what I want. Or maybe, I’ll make you scream and beg me for it.” He moves both hands harder and faster inside me, and my body burns as I strain desperately against the tie and also try to get him deeper. Needing more, needing the fullness, the stretch, to toss me into the orgasm I need.

“Alessio, please, please, I need to come,” I sob, gasping for air as I clamp down on him. “Please.”

“Such pretty sounds coming from your mouth, amore mio. But first, you’re going to tell me what I want to hear, aren’t you, Sienna?” He twists his fingers again, and it’s almost enough, but not quite, my entire body shuddering with it. “What do I want to hear from you, Sienna? Tell me, and I’ll give you relief. Tell me.” What the hell is he talking about? Does he really expect me to be able to talk to him but for a couple words? He’s lost his mind, clearly. “Sienna,” he growls in a low tone.

“Alessio,” I gasp, turning my head to stare at him through hazy eyes. “Please. Please, let me come.”

“Then tell me, Sienna,” he growls at me, thrusting the fingers into my pussy harder and faster, his breath coming in pants now, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat. “Tell me who owns this pussy, this ass, and everything about you. Tell me that you belong to me and I’ll let you come. Tell me that you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” I sob out, staring at him through desperate eyes. “I’ve always been yours, Alessio.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, the change in him is instant. He yanks his fingers from my pussy and my ass, leaving me feeling empty, but then he’s filling me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips tight as he starts to fuck me. The pace is rough, brutal even, and I can only drop to my elbows and try to brace myself and hold on for the ride.

The first orgasm hits me so hard that I scream loud enough I’m sure that the entire mansion probably hears me. But I don’t care, because I can only focus on the pleasure that’s filling me. But Alessio isn’t done. No, he continues to power inside me, throwing me into another orgasm right after the first, my entire body a blur of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, he’s leaning over my back, his mouth by my ear, making him feel bigger and stretching me in new ways as he growls, “That’s right, Sienna. You’re fucking mine. Mine. I’ve caught you now, little rabbit, and I’m never going to let you go. I’m going to spend the rest of my life fucking this pussy, reminding you.”

The final orgasm shoots me so high I see stars, and my body feels like it implodes, even as he pounds viciously inside me until he yells my name and spills deep in my core.

I’m sure I pass out, because the next time I open my eyes, the tie is gone from my wrist, and I’m under the covers with Alessio curled around behind me. I turn my head and find him watching me intently. I turn toward him, but the moment that I put my left hand on his shoulder, I still.

On my ring finger is the engagement ring, shadowed in the low light of the room, but there is no missing it. I stare at it for another long moment before I turn my gaze back to Alessio’s. He looks content, relaxed, but his eyes are on mine and I can see him bracing for an argument.

I look back at the ring for another moment, and all I can hear are Rori’s words echoing in my head.

Leave behind whatever notions you’ve been cooking up in that head of yours, and pay attention to only the ones that matter. Namely, being happy, and enjoying getting to know the man you clearly love.

I look at Alessio again and I say with a soft smile, “I don’t want to get married until my parents can be there. I need them there with me.”

Alessio says nothing, watching me for a moment before he nods. “Alright, cuore mia. We’ll wait, but in the meantime, that ring is never to come off your finger. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“I can do that,” I agree, giving him a quick kiss. “I hope you know what you’re getting into with me, Alessio, because I don’t plan on making your life easy. Even if it means making you chase me across Europe again when you’re being an ass and need a reality check.”

His smile is quick, anticipatory. “I’ll follow you, coniglietto, and when I catch you, I’ll take great pleasure in reminding you that there is nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.” Then he takes my mouth in a hard kiss and everything floats away.

For now, I’m going to enjoy Alessio, because when we get up tomorrow, we’re going to have to face the war that’s coming. I just have to hope we can get to the other women before the others do, and that they can handle this better than I did.

Then again, when it comes to Alessio Caruso, I don’t think many could handle him. It’s a good thing I like a challenge.

38

ALESSIO

The call comes in the middle of the night and I quickly rise, taking the phone into the bathroom so that Sienna isn’t disturbed. “Lazaro,” I say quietly as I shut the door behind me. “What’s the status?”

“Leonardo’s men caught up with us as I was getting Amara out of town. We are pinned down in a small abandoned town not far away, and trapped in an underground bunker until we can get some back-up,” Lazaro explains grimly. “We have enough food and water down here from whoever used it before, but we’re going to need someone to get here as fast as you can. I also saw a couple of Marco’s soldiers when we were racing out of town, so it won’t be long before they come searching too.”

“We’ll have someone there as fast as we can,” I promise him, my mind already spinning into overdrive. “How is Amara?”

“She’s fine,” he replies tightly. I arch a brow at that, but decide to leave it be for now. There’s something in his tone, but I can’t quite determine what it is. Either way, it’s not important. What is, is getting to him before Leonardo and Marco’s men find them.

“Good. Keep her that way and we’ll get to you. Send your coordinates to your father and we’ll have someone on their way to you within a couple of hours.” I hang up and leave the bathroom, going into the walk-in closet and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and black t-shirt, before I slip out of the room. When I walk out, I see Mario standing guard. “She’s asleep,” I tell him quietly. “Make sure that she’s not disturbed.”

“Yes, sir,” he replies quietly, and I turn away and walk down the stairs, already sending out a message to Nico, Dante, and Alonzo to meet me in Nico’s office.

When I walk in, the room is empty and I pull out my phone to call my father and let him know of the new development. “Early morning for you, son, by my calculations,” Papa remarks when he answers. “I assume that means this isn’t a social call?”

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