Page 33 of Angelo

Elyse began nuzzling his neck. Her lips brushed against his skin. Alessandro's reaction to her touch was instant. His body temperature seemed to rise, and his muscles tensed with anticipation. Her husband groaned under his breath, "What are you doing, wife?"

"Seeking comfort," she whispered.

This time, she wasn’t lying to him. Elysewasseeking comfort, but, above all, she sought to kill two birds with one stone. This would prevent him from asking more questions, and, if Benedetto and his men possessed any sense of propriety, her little performance would compel them to look away for a while.

Alessandro shuffled over to press the button that brought down the privacy shield between them and Nils. Once their compartment was sealed from sight and proofed from sound, Alessandro hoisted Elyse over until she was straddling his lap. Breathless and anxious, she looked down at him. His fingertips danced across her cheek, and he used his palm to guide her face to him. Her husband kissed her sweetly. She kissed him back. All innocence. Only mouth. No tongue.

Elyse took care to keep everything as mild and restrained as possible. She only wanted to make her grandfather uncomfortable enough to look away—in casethe old foxcouldsee them through the music box—but she didn't want to do anything that might degrade her or embarrass Alessandro.

When her husband's kisses deepened and his hands began to wander toward her breasts, she grabbed his wrists and held them steady.

"No," said Elyse.

Alessandro looked perplexed. "No?"

"Can we just kiss for now? And maybe cuddle a little?"

His features softened as he gazed at her. Alessandro agreed without another word, “Of course.”

They continued to lock lips as the car rolled on. Her husband's cock soon grew to be hard as a rock beneath her ass, but Elyse pretended not to notice it, and Alessandro held himself in check. He was now kissing her as though they were starry-eyed teenagers. The touch of his lips upon hers felt light and teasing. Elyse sensed no urgency in his movements. His hands stayed firmly locked around her waist, only skirting around occasionally to caress her back and shoulders. There was something intensely sweet and highly arousing about kissing her husband without the intent to fuck him.

By the time their vehicle pulled up to the palazzo, both Elyse and Alessandro were beyond turned on. Their breaths fell out in quick and desperate puffs, practically panting.

As Alessandro helped her out of the car, Elyse clamped down on her hormones and willed her mind to stay sharp. Clutching Gianna's music box tightly in her hands, she marched through the front door without waiting for her husband. Elyse rushed straight to their bedroom. Once she reached her destination, Elyse set the box on her dresser. A weight lifted from her chest. She released a shaky sigh.

A second later, Alessandro caught up to her. His tall, muscular frame emerged in the doorway of their bedroom. He was frowning. "Why are you in such a hurry, wife?"

She glanced over at him. Elyse willed herself to relax. To be at ease. A come-hither smile appeared on her lips. "I want to finish what we started."

His eyebrows shot up with interest. "Right now?"

Elyse crooked her forefinger toward Alessandro, beckoning him to her. He moved toward her right away, and she took his hand in hers. Laughingly, Elyse led Alessandro into their bathroom and away from the music box.

She closed the door behind them and turned on the shower. Elyse hoped thesound of the water would convince Benedetto that the two of them were busy fucking. She also hoped that it would drown out the conversation she was about to initiate with Alessandro.

With a smirk, her husband started to disrobe. Alessandro took off his shirt. Before he could remove his pants, in urgent, whispering tones, Elyse stopped him, "Wait, Alessio. This isn't why I brought you in here."

Alessandro tilted his head to the side as he pulled off his shirt. Brown and blue-gray eyes grew sharp. "Then why am I here?"

"The gift my grandfather gave me," she explained, "isn't a gift at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I think the box might be bugged in some way. He’s trying to test my loyalty."

Anger and distress furrowed his features."Figlio di puttana." Son of a bitch.

"I intend to keep it on my dresser," Elyse pushed onwards, "since we can’t afford to piss him off. I'll need to put on a good show to keep him as our ally. You must play along."

Understanding dawned across her husband's face. "He wants to blackmail you. To fuck me over."

"Yes."

A glimmer of doubt crept back into his eyes. Alessandro asked, "How do I know this is not a ploy to throw me off your game?"

For an intelligent man, her husband could be quite dense at times. Elyse cast him a dirty look. "If I wanted to throw you off your game, I would've thrown you on the bed and fucked the secrets out of you, right in front of that goddamn box, before you even realized what was happening!"

He shrugged noncommittally.

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