Page 86 of Angelo

Alessandro groaned wildly as he spilled down her throat,"Sì, sì, sì, brava ragazza, così brava ragazza..."

Yes, yes, yes, good girl, such a good girl...

Elyse could only moan in response. She couldn't speak because her mouth was stuffed full of his cock.

The music box remained inside the room with them, but husband and wife were free to make as much noise as they pleased. Marcello had found a way to remotely dampen and disrupt the mic for short periods of time. Alessandro had known about this little development all along—the bastard—but he failed to tell her about it until she chose Palermo over London.

Moments later, Alessandro recovered enough to prop himself up against their pillows. Sitting in a halfway-lounging position, he hoisted Elyse to him until she sat, lodged between his thighs, with her back resting against his chest.

His right hand drifted over her breasts to roll and tweak her nipples. His left hand slid between her legs. He pleasured Elyse as she would've touched herself. Alessandro dipped his fingers now and then into her slick cunt, using her own juices to coat her clit as he swiped his thumb across the delicate spot with gentle, teasing caresses. As Elyse's breaths shorted and her cheeks pinkened with excitement, Alessandro moved one of her hands to her left breast and the other to her pussy.

"Play with yourself," he growled softly, "while I play, too."

They worked together to chase her climax. He massaged her right breast while she squeezed her left one. Eventually, Alessandro slipped two fingers into her cunt,thrust-thrust-thrusting,at a steady pace as she continued to flick her clit beneath a blur of fingers. Pure, blinding ecstasy burst through Elyse moments later.

Alessandro tilted Elyse's mouth toward him, kissing her deeply in the throes of her orgasm. Her senses flooded with elation as her heart thundered away with nothing but love for the beautiful, breathtaking devil in her bed.

"I love you so much,cuore mio."

"Love you more," she whisperedback.

In the quiet moments before night lulled them to sleep, Elyse and Alessandro conversed in hushed, secretive tones about their dreams, their fears, and their future together. Bit by bit, Alessandro revealed everything he had been keeping from her. His plans with Valentina and Gaspare, how he used the old data on his mother's memory card to dig up new evidence on their enemies, and the enterprises he wished to invest in once they cut their shadiest ties withCosa Nostra. He wanted to expand into tech and real estate. He also wanted to buy her a chain of hospitals.

"Hospitals?" Elyse exclaimed softly.

"Sì," Alessandro replied with a lopsided grin, "I told you once before that I would move mountains to see you smile."

His words made Elyse smile like a loon even while she tried to keep her voice stern, "I wouldn't even know what to do with them. It's too much, Alessio."

"It is not enough," he murmured, "nothing will ever be enough to show how I feel about you."

"Stop," she chided, the smile never leaving her face.

He winked. "Never."

They flirted, they chatted, the conversation flowed with ease. Her husband spoke of ROIs and revenues and owner's equity. These weren't the ramblings of a clueless mafia princeling. They were thorough, well-constructed ideas with potential. It was clear the man had done his research, and his time at Oxford, though brief, hadn’t been a wasted education at all.

Elyse hung on to his every word, processing and analyzing the risks and rewards. She soon arrived at a new conclusion about her husband. Alessandro might not have been as ruthless or feared by others as his father, but he was far more strategic and pragmatic. Money would multiply when he was in charge of it, and his men would continue to follow him anywhere. Alessandro understood what they desired most and possessed the ability to reward their loyalty and hard work.

This moment seemed to mark the birth of something exciting and terrifying.A fresh chapter had begun. Their lives fell into a new rhythm over the next few weeks. During the day, Elyse barely saw Alessandro. She was too busy for him, and he was too busy for her. Not surprisingly, overseeing an empire full of criminals and undocumented multimillionaire dollar transactions sucked up all of their time and attention, but, at night, they belonged to each other.

The peace between them was real. Their love had never felt brighter. They were now united in mind, body, and soul, and they were bonded as friends, as lovers, as husband and wife, and as comrades fighting the same war.

The following three months flew by at a speed that left Elyse completely winded.

Alessandro worked hard to set the pieces in motion for their end game.

Elyse enlisted Mariposa to help her with keeping tabs on the Rizzos as she continued to plan the wedding for Valentina and Gaspare.

The day of the wedding snuck up on her before she was ready for it.

Mariposa and four other girls from the Svizzi, Trevisano, Berlusconi, and Moretti clans served as bridesmaids. The ceremony was held outdoors in a garden at an upscale hotel. This venue was lavish and lovely but nowhere near as grand as Elyse's wedding in Castello Balistreri.

Lush, fragrant garlands of blood-red roses were draped everywhere, along both sides of the aisle runner, around the columns of the gazebo, across any bare surface that needed punches of drama and color. Tables bloomed with extravagant bouquets. More crimson roses vied for the spotlight beside elegant white irises. Gold and crystal accents added glamor and sparkle in ways that felt very on brand with Valentina’s aesthetic. On the surface, everything appeared perfect.

Beautiful bride.

Breathtaking ambiance.

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