Page 24 of Reign of Hope

Finding the Truth

ALLEGRA

The faint sound of a phone ringing moves me from hazy sleepiness to fully awake. I glance over at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. It’s past ten in the morning! I sit up quickly and look around the room. Zano is in his boxers, standing by the window, peering out with his phone in one hand to his ear and his other on his hip.

I shuffle to the edge of the bed, highly aware of my nakedness, taking the sheet with me. Zano hears me and turns. He gives me a seductive smile as I tug the sheet tighter to my chest.

“Yes, Ally’s awake. We’ll need at least an hour to get there,” he says into the phone as he comes to me. By this time, I’m standing with the sheet wrapped around me, and he bends to kiss me quickly, then whispers, “Go take a shower and get ready, babe. We have to get a move on.” Zano urges me with a pat to my behind toward the bathroom.

I grab my overnight bag as I sneak past him. My reflection in the mirror is that of a disheveled, wild-haired redhead who has been well and thoroughly fucked. My lips are still swollen from his kisses, and the pink of my skin is vivid from his whiskers as I drop the sheet. All a reminder of the night of passion we shared.

The hot water rains down over my body, reducing the slight ache of my muscles. I lather my hair with an apricot-scented shampoo and follow it up with a conditioner, leaving it in while I rub the loofa over my body. After rinsing myself off, I grab a towel and secure it between my breasts. I wipe the fogged-up mirror and go into my face-cleansing ritual. If there’s one thing my mother taught me, it’s that a good moisturizer does wonders for the skin.

Unfortunately, in my haste, I forgot that my clothes are in the other room. I finish my hair and makeup, keeping it light and fresh. I gather my hair and place a few pretty bobby pins in place, letting the curls fall where they may.

Zano is sitting on the edge of the bed, swiping through the messages on his phone, when he sees me enter the room.

He stares.

I stare back, biting my lip as I do.

He stares better. His eyes tell a story. A story that says he really wants me to drop the towel and go to him. I’m not sure where I find my boldness, but I let the towel slip to the floor and take the few steps over to where he sits. Zano splays out his legs, grabs my hips, and guides me between his thighs.

“I want that pretty pussy, but I don’t have time. I’m going have to make this quick,” he says, then moves me back to stand. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” He guides me where he wants me. My knees on the edge of the mattress, my hand braced forward. He pushes down on my back. “Elbows to the bed, baby,” he says, then pushes my thighs apart.

I can just imagine what I look like. Like this, he can see everything, my ass, my pussy, everything. He palms my ass, playing with my cheeks, spreading them open, then slides his finger down the crack. I tremble, then feel his breath on my cheek. “One day, I want to take this ass,” he says. “Not today, but soon.”

There’s a shuffle behind me, followed by the heat of his mouth lapping at my pussy, while his fingers spread open my lips.

“Oh, Zano,” I moan. He eats and eats. I grow closer and closer to my orgasm.

Two fingers slide inside me while his mouth continues to suck and lap at my clit. I fist the sheet, grappling for anything to keep me grounded when everything is spiraling around me. I feel a solid slap to my ass, not hurting, but spurring me on.

“Let me hear you, cuoricina. I want to hear that sound you make when you come,” he says in his deep sexy voice. His tongue delves into my pussy before he replaces it with his fingers, pumping them in and out, harder and faster.

My thigh muscles clench, my legs tremble, and I finally latch on to the euphoric orgasm that leaves me as weak as a newborn kitten. My arms give out, and I fall flat to the bed. Zano chuckles and gathers me up to sit on his lap.

“That was an appetizer to breakfast,” he teases. “I love watching you come. The way your eyes glisten, and that mewling noise you make.” He guides my hand to his package in his boxers. “You do this to me, just by watching you come.”

“It doesn’t seem fair that I, uh, got to…you know, and you, ah…didn’t…” My voice trails off.

“We’ll rectify that tonight. For now, duty calls, and Reno wants a meeting about the situation that occurred yesterday. I’m afraid we have to go. We’re expected at Reno’s in half an hour, and as it is, we’re going to be late,” Zano says, looking at his watch, then back to me. “It was worth it, though.”

I shimmy off his lap, and he heads into the bathroom, coming out not ten minutes later freshly showered. I put on a long blue-and-gold summer dress with cap sleeves. It’s simple and perfect for the warm weather. Zano puts on his dark khakis and shirt and gathers our things.

“Ready?” he asks.

I take a deep breath, looking around the room once more. “Yes,” I reply with a smile. And we’re off again. I knew that Reno would want to get a handle on who attacked us in the car yesterday. It’s to be expected, especially since Elena was with me, and she’s Dante’s wife and Reno’s sister-in-law. No one attacks a consigliere’s wife without consequences.

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Zano

Iwas hoping for a slow start to the day, but the call from Sebastian telling me that a meeting has been called at Reno’s home threw that idea right out the window. Mom and Dad were expecting us to come by their place later this afternoon for an early dinner with the family. Yet, another tradition that Mom was looking forward to. While Ally was in the shower, I called Elio to let him know I’d been summoned, only to find out that he is also going to be there.

Anna and Olivia, being the wonderful women they are, have opened their home to my parents and Victorio to keep up tradition and make my mother happy. From what I hear from Elio, Mom is already making her way there with all she needs to make the elaborate meal she was planning. I think my mother just wants to feed us and to shop.

I glance at Ally sitting beside me and wonder how she can be more beautiful today than she was yesterday. She must feel me looking at her because she turns to me. She brushes her hand across her cheek. “Do I have something on my face?” she asks, tilting her head to one side, then pulling down the mirror attached to the car visor.

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