Page 126 of Diavolo

"Do you intend to kill them when I die?" Vincenzo asked point-blank.

"That will depend on them," Alessandro spat, "and how much they piss me off."

Vincenzo closed his eyes. His energy seemed drained. "I wish it was you who died. And not Renata.Sei una delusione per me, figlio mio, in ogni modo."

Who was Renata? A question to be addressed later, for sure. Elyse turned her eyes upon her husband. His olive-toned complexion had gone pale with rage.

"Il sentimento,"Alessandro bit back coldly,"è reciproco."

Elyse returned to her husband's side, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. Tension thrummed from his entire body. She could sense the bad blood between Alessandro and his father boiling to a fever pitch. Elyse wanted to say something, do something, anything that might help pacify this simmering storm, but she didn't feel as though it was her place to intervene. Alessandro's history with his father seemed too fraught with unforgivable grudges, and what little she knew of it was volatile and twisted as hell. Still, she didn't want her husband to live with a lifetime of regret. Vincenzo's time was so limited. Blood was blood. Alessandro's every moment with his father felt numbered. Every word might be their last.

"Maybe we should say our goodbyes and take our leave," Elyse suggested, "your father probably needs to... rest."

Alessandro's fists clenched at his sides. He drew in a deep, shaking breath as though to calm himself down. "Can you give me a moment alone with him?"

"Of course."

She followed Tomasso and Bernardo into the hallway to wait for Alessandro. They closed the door behind them. As the threeof them stood by, there was no shouting or gunshots from the other side of the wall. Elyse took this as a good sign.

Her husband emerged ten minutes later. Elyse's alarm levels rose at the sight of Alessandro. His mouth was tautly drawn, and his eyes held no shine. He didn't look right at all. She wondered what might have transgressed between her husband and his father to warrant such a reaction.

"We must go," Alessandro muttered under his breath, "if I stay any longer, I will sink a bullet in that man's skull before his illness takes him."

Alessandro held Elyse's hand in a death-like grip on the car ride home. He didn't utter a word. She didn't press him. Elyse understood Alessandro well enough by now to know that her husband needed time to withdraw within himself before he'd open up to her.

When they arrived back at the palazzo, Alessandro dragged her to their room, slammed the door shut, and locked it without a word. Swiftly, urgently, he swept her into into his arms. Alessandro whispered brokenly, "I need you."

Elyse's gaze softened. Her heart ached for him. She began to undress as well.

"Take me, then," she murmured back, "and let me help you forget."

It didn't take long for Elyse's cream-colored blouse and high-waisted pants to slip away, wisping down her curves in a rustle of silk and linen. Her bra and panties stayed on, though, as she stood before Alessandro. All golden skin and lush femininity. He watched her with dark, feverish eyes. He began to disrobe as well. Elyse strode toward him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and rising to her toes to kiss him. Alessandro's lips caught hers in a desperate struggle for reprieve, for solace. Elyse melded every ember of love and tenderness that she felt for her husband into their kiss.

She wished to chase away Alessandro's sorrows, his anguish, if only for a short time, pushing them both with all her might toward a breathless state of lost-ness and found-ness. Alessandro groaned his pleasure as his hands drifted up and down her near-naked body. Elyse pulled away a moment later to tease a path along his neck and chest and stomach. She sankdown, down, downto her knees until her lips were level with his cock. His heavy shaft thickened and twitched alive. Elyse gazed up at Alessandro with large green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.

"Hard and fast?" she offered huskily. "Or soft and slow?"

Alessandro's fingers tangled into her hair, winding and gripping her dark strands tightly, possessively, into his hands.

Her husband gasped with need, "Everything,cuore mio.I want it all."

Elyse's lips closed around his reddened, rounded tip. Alessandro moaned and shoved himself deeper into her mouth. She sucked him in. Her tongue swept along his hard, solid length in circling, swirling motions, stroking him to higher and higher levels of excitement. His large hands anchored themselves on either side of her head as he started fucking her mouth in earnest. Hard, deep, fast. Her eyes watered at the impact of his forceful thrusting. She couldn't swallow him whole even though the head of his cock was now hitting the back of her throat.

He pulled out of her mouth right as his shaft began to throb with an impending climax. Elyse fumbled with her bra clasp, stepped out of her panties, and threw aside her undergarments. Alessandro slipped a condom onto his veiny, throbbing dick and proceeded to throw Elyse over the edge of their bed with her breasts crushed to the mattress and her ass in the air. He took her from behind, positioning his cock at her pussy with all the eagerness of a beast in heat ready to mount his bitch.

Not even a second had passed when Alessandro drove into her. Elyse gasped and groaned as his girthy shaft split her walls, as her sex was forced to stretch and strain to accommodate his size. He pounded her in this rough, fraught manner for several minutes, grunting, panting, and muttering dirty, devilish Italian into her ear.

"Sei mia, mia, mia, da amare, scopare, adorare con il mio cazzo..."

"Alessio!" she whimpered as her mind spun with bliss, "oh, Dios, oh, Dios..."

Then, as suddenly as Alessandro had removed himself from her mouth, he slid out of Elyse yet again and flipped her around to face him. He picked her up from the bed, arms looping under her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms snaked around his shoulders. Alessandro rammed his way back inside her.

He stood up to fuck her even deeper, harder, than before, as she clung to him in midair like a helpless ragdoll. His angle of entry was sharp and steep, and her clit kept rubbing against his lower abdomen as he pummeled in and out of her. Heavy, heaving breaths and the wet slapping sounds of their most intimate flesh coming together again and again echoed through the room.

In time, Alessandro laid Elyse back onto their bed. He climbed on top of her and re-entered again in good, old missionary.

"This is my favorite way to fuck you," Alessandro grunted as his cock pushed in and out of her in slower, more sensual movements.

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