Page 36 of Sinister Savior

"Shh," I hush her, passing around the police barricade and walking up the path between the church and the neighboring fabric store. The sidewalk winds toward the rectory, where the only damage is the busted out windows in back and a door that will need replaced. Every step I take is still labored. I'm physically exhausted from all of this, but I press on.

"Mario, please. I want to take you to the hospital." She still protests, but wisely, she doesn't resist me physically. At this point, I know I can't do much to restrain her.

I say nothing to her in protest but notice she has no shoes on. Those bare feet will be cut to shreds on the broken glass around back, and there isn't any way we can get to the front door. "Stay here." I bark out my order and leave her just outside the blast radius where the glass shards pepper the sidewalk, and I head into the rectory. The broom is tucked into the closet, and I grab it and bring it back out to clear the walk. This would be far easier if I could just lift her over the debris, but there isn’t a chance in hell my abs are strong enough after having been sliced open only two days ago.

Alice continues to protest, but I have to speak to her about things without the fear that someone will overhear our conversation.

When the glass is off the sidewalk and stairs, I gesture for her to follow me, and she does. I sweep a clear path through the kitchen, my boots crunching on the glass the entire time, until we are in the hallway, past the mess, finally alone.

"Mario, please stop and talk to me."

I lead her down the hall into the bedroom where I shut the door, finally safe to speak my mind. There are no investigators here, no firemen or emergency workers. The chaos is still going on outside, but in here, tucked away from the noise, flashing lights, and smoke, it is quiet. I pull her into my arms carefully and squeeze her. She's frail, trembling with adrenaline from whatever she went through to get to me in this moment.

The room is dark and she looks up at me. "What went down? Like, what happened?" she asks, and it's a valid question. I kept her in the dark about my plan the entire time for a number of reasons, mostly because I knew she'd try to stop me. Also, I knew there was a chance my brother would get to her before I did, and if she had any reason tobe tormented for information regarding me and my plot against Paolo, I'd never forgive myself.

"Let's sit," I tell her, and we perch on the foot of the bed. I lace my fingers through hers and kiss her knuckles lightly. "It's over, Alice. Paolo is going to jail for a very long time. With the evidence Ervine has on him, and the forty-plus men who are willing to cut a deal with the district attorney for their freedom in exchange for testifying against Paolo, he'll never see the light of day again."

A soft whimper of a sigh escapes her lips. I see more tears brimming in her eyes. It looks like she's been crying for weeks, but she's still just as beautiful as the day I met her. She leans on my shoulder, resting her head, and says, "What will you do now? Will you be a priest? Will you go back to the life of being in the Mafia?"

Her thumb brushes over the back of my hand, and I pause for a moment to think about it. I've given a lot of thought to this very question. I don’t know my answer yet. What I do know is that whatever I do, I want her with me.

"I'm not sure, Alice." I kiss her temple and say, "You are free to go, though. Wherever you want, for as long as you want." She looks up at me with pain in her eyes again, and I say to her, "But I want you to stay."

"Oh, Mario." Alice turns and wraps her arms around my shoulders, not touching my wound, and then kisses me hard. Her lips are rough, chapped from dehydration, but it's the sweetest taste in my mouth. "I can't even think of leaving. I don’t even know what I'd do without you."

The words are music to my ears. I allow her to kiss me again, and she climbs on my lap, straddling me. Her fingers rake through my hair as my hands slide up her back, beneath the shirt she wears that is slightly too large. My body aches, but this moment is too precious to pull away from her.

"I am so in love with you, Mario. I thought I lost you forever, and I would have died. I would have just died. I can't lose you like that. You have to promise me you will never do anything so stupid again." Her soft scolding between kisses makes me smile.

"You mean, like have sex with you forty-eight hours after surgery and risk an infection or worse?" I say playfully as I lie down on the bed. Alice sits across my hips and rests her hands on my stomach, looking down at the bandage.

"If you're careful and let me do all the work, I might be able to work something out." Her hips begin to move, grinding her pelvis over my swelling bulge, and I smirk.

"Have your way with me, then. But be gentle. I'm a wimp."

She chuckles and tears the shirt off, exposing her perfect, creamy tits to me. When she stands to remove the too-tight jeans, I unbuckle my soiled pants and shed them, my shoes, and my boxers, then climb into bed and lie down. She is on me in a matter of seconds again, kissing my chest and stomach, lightly touching my bandage and then lowering herself until her lips press against the head of my swollen cock.

"Don't think I've ever been so excited to suck a dick before," she moans, and when she takes me into her mouth and sucks, I growl and claw at the bed.

One hand rests on the back of her head, guiding her, but I want more than this. I want to feel myself inside her heat, to slide into her and know the comfort of coming home. I grab her hair and pull, gently guiding her mouth away from my cock. She looks up at me with curiosity as I continue to pull her hair and say, “Sit on my face.”

She grins, and very carefully, she climbs upward and straddles me, her delicious pussy just within reach of my waiting mouth. I can smell her arousal, and it fuels the fire in my loins. I lick her clit, swirling my tongue around it before plunging inside her wetness. She tastes betterthan I remember tonight, and the thought of being able to have this forever makes me ache, even as her hips begin to grind on my face. Alice moans, her hands grabbing my hair as she drips into my mouth. She tastes like honey and coconut, and I moan into her. Her taste explodes across my senses, making my dick throb in need. I want to be inside her, to plunge in and possess her.

I cup her cheeks, pulling her down harder and straining my abs. It’s painful, but I want this. I want to make her feel like she’s the only woman in this world. I suckle on her clit, my tongue dancing around the hard nub as she rocks herself against my face. I plunge two fingers inside her and feast on her clit with renewed vigor, wanting to make this last forever but at the same time, aching for release myself.

“Mario…” Alice moans my name as she climaxes, her pussy throbbing around my fingers, juices coating them and leaking onto my chin. I lazily lick up every bit as I watch her ride out the spasms and convulsions. She grips the headboard and throws her head back. Soft pants and groans fill the room as her hips continue to gyrate and rub her pussy on my face, and I inhale her scent. I always love the way she smells when she's aroused, like sex and honey, like the nectar of the gods.

Finally, she returns to Earth and looks down at me with a satisfied grin. "Your turn," she breathes as I try to catch my breath. Alice tumbles off me, avoiding my wound, and then comes back to straddle my hips.

Slowly, she sinks down on my cock, inch by inch, as her walls stretch around me. I groan in bliss as she grinds against me, taking her time. I reach up to cup her breasts, teasing the hardened nipples between my fingers. She moans and bites her lower lip as she rocks back and forth. Slowly at first, getting used to me filling her, but soon enough, she's bouncing on my cock with a hunger that matches mine.

"Baby," I groan, thrusting up into her and realizing the pain in my gutis too much. I have to let her do it all. It’s torture, so much so that I smack her ass hard and she shudders.

Alice moans and leans forward, pressing her breasts against my chest as she kisses me fiercely, tongues intertwining and grinding our hips together. Her body rolls across mine in a serpentine dance, shaking me but not making it hurt too badly. Even when she’s wild, she’s gentle. So, I smack her again, this time gripping her ass hard when I’m done. She clenches around me tightly and moans into my mouth, so I push a finger into her ass and make her shudder again.

"Oh, fuck," she pants, kissing down my jaw to my chin and then to my neck. Her teeth graze my Adam's apple as she suckles and bites, hard enough to sting but not enough to draw blood. "I love you," she breathes.

The words make my heart swell, and I pull her to me for more intense kisses. "I love you too, Alice. So fucking much," I pant as she continues to grind against me. Every thrust of her hips makes me need her more. I want to feel her come on my cock, so I slam my hips upward, driving into her depths, and the restraints on the bed rattle with our movements.

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