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As expected, Alessandro hardened within her fingers. He drew in a quick breath. "Keep them off. It is better this way.”

Elyse held him firmer in her grip. Heat pulsed between them. He gasped and groaned, "Have you forgiven me?"

Elyse said nothing. She continued to caress him gently, lovingly in her hand, playing with his balls, gliding and twisting her palm lightly in barely-there movements along his thick, solid length. Alessandro closed his eyes. It didn't take long for his breaths to quicken, spilling out in fast, shallow spurts.

He whispered in surrender, "Per favore,angelo, I need more. From you. Do not make me beg."

She started pulling down his joggers. Eagerly, he helped her. His cock jutted out like a steel pole from his body. As his excitement mounted, Elyse wet her palm with the fluid that now leaked from his tip, using the clear liquid to coat his velvety length until it became slick to the touch. She tightened her grip around him and increased the speed of her movements. Alessandro groaned in ecstasy. Soon, his cock was throbbing and spasming between her fingers. Right as Alessandro was about to find his release, however, Elyse quickly slid her hand down to the base of his length in a vice-like grip, effectively terminating his orgasm in mid-climax.

Alessandro's eyes flung open. His nostrils flared with agony and lust. Panting and snarling with panic, he cried out,"Angelo,no, no, no! Per favore!"

Elyse retracted her hand from his pulsating, reddish-purplish dick with the cool, clinical indifference of a woman who didn't give a single fuck. Calmly, she began to pack away her stethoscope, her blood pressure monitor, and her otoscope. Alessandro observed her movements and her disappearing tools with a frantic expression. He demanded breathlessly, "What are you doing?"

"Leaving."

Through a tight, clenched jaw, Alessandro growled, "We arenotdone here."

Promptly, Elyse replied in polite, unaffected tones, "No, you're mistaken. Wearedone because—this—is what it feels like to be used, to be denied what you desperately want, and to be treated like an object. An object that can be picked up. And played with. Then discarded without a second thought."

The shock on his handsome face was a satisfying sight. Without another word, Elyse strode away with her supplies in tow, leaving him to gape after her in pain and discomfort.

Elyse recognized her act of rebellion to be a petty, insignificant victory, but vindication coursed through her all the same. At the very least, the playing field felt slightly less skewed in Alessandro's favor. It filled Elyse with a speck of more confidence—now that she finally met the monster behind the mask—she might be able to outplay the devil at his own game.

10

Elyse barely placed onefoot in the bedroom when a muscled arm wrapped around her waist. She gasped as her feet left the ground. Alessandro picked her up as though she weighed little more than a bag of feathers, hooking one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. He promptly deposited her on the bed. The mattress bounced under her weight. He towered over her with a furious expression on his face, demanding, "Listen to what I have to say."

Her glare cut him like a blade. "I'm not interested in more lies. You always say one thing while plotting something else. Who knows what'sreallygoing on in that fucked up head of yours?"

Alessandro chuckled darkly. "If only you knew."

"Knew what?"

"The filth. That I keep to myself. My dreams of you, Dr. Romero, would make the devil blush."

Elyse scoffed. "You're disgusting."

He shrugged. "I am a man."

She glared up at him. "No, you're not. A real man would never propose marriage and promise divorce in the same breath."

Alessandro glared back down at her. "You have made your point loud and clear,but you are wrong about one thing."

"What might that be?"

His eyes darkened with emotion. "I have no desire to divorce you."

"Already going back on your word?"

"No," he corrected, "I will let you go once our marriage has run its course. If that is whatyoudesire. But when that day comes. I hope you will change your mind and—stay."

The malice in Elyse's eyes faded a little. As though sensing her lowered guard, Alessandro rushed to make further amends, "I understand why you are unhappy. It was my fault for presenting marriage in such an abrupt manner. I expect it will take time for you to accept me in full, but, I swear to you, I will be a good husband."

He appeared to be so earnest. It was confusing. Elyse refused to let him break down her defenses. Self-preservation was key. To strengthen her resolve, Elyse conjured up images of the blonde hair and the red bra she had stumbled upon not too long ago. The strategy worked. Indignation flared within her, and Elyse managed to stand her ground. "But I don't want to be anyone's wife. Can't you find someone else to marry?"

He hesitated. "Certainly, it would not be impossible, but then she would not possess your mind, body, or heart. If I cannot have you, I would rather die."

Good God, this man had lines for his lines. She muttered, "You only want me because I'm a Graviano."

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