Page 79 of Undercover Desires

She nods.

“Good girl. Now, let me fuck you until you understand who you belong to.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

Rachel

I want to say something, anything, but I am so overwhelmed by everything happening right now. Alessandro loves me. He wants me to stay.

I have a reason to stay.

His cock lines up, sliding between my ass cheeks. I groan.

When he slides lower and enters me the second time around, I feel a rush of emotions go through me.

I am overwhelmed, turned on and so fucking scared. His hand is on the small of my back, holding me down as he slides in and out of me. He is muttering curses in a weirdly arousing mix of Italian and English as he works himself.

Then his hands are on my waist, positioning me to bend as he continues to fuck me. My hands are held together in a prayer like motion as I let Alessandro tear my soul from the limbs.

I can feel the familiar ache between my legs as his size continues to stretch me wide open.

I whimper.

I moan.

Alessandro understands that when I go into sub space, sometimes I get catatonic. I remember how he handled me the first time that happened. How gentle and attentive he was then.

I wonder if what he says was true, if he loved me even then.

There is a loud smack as he slaps my ass, which immediately brings me back to reality. “Stay with me, Rachel.”

And I stay with him, even after my orgasm hits. I stay with him long after his orgasm barrels through him.

I am a rugged mess as he lifts me from the floor and takes me to his car. He cleans me up, then drags a t-shirt over my sore muscle, my tossed gun long forgotten.

* * *

He takes me to his house, and he carries me to his bed. He lays me there, and then he joins me, enveloping me in a comforting hug.

I burrow into his embrace, finding comfort in the warmth he offers. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice betraying the inner turmoil that consumes me. The anxiety has my insides ready to explode.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he assures me, his words acting as a soothing balm. His hand moves in gentle circles on my back, a rhythmic gesture that carries the weight of his understanding and comfort. The room around us seems to shrink, cocooning us in an intimate atmosphere where the outside world fades into insignificance, leaving only the synchronized rhythm of our breaths. “I know how to fix this.”

His touch transforms into my lifeline, anchoring me to a reality where his presence is my refuge. The unspoken connection between us resonates in the quiet, a language only our hearts comprehend. There’s vulnerability in the way he holds me, a silent promise that within his embrace, I am shielded, valued, and truly seen.

As he continues to hold me, the shadows in the room seem to deepen. His fingers trace a delicate path along my spine. The air is thick with unspoken desires, and the gravity of his promise lingers, binding us together.

“I will make this right,mia cara.”His words, uttered in the soft cadence of reassurance, hang in the air like a promise. The intensity of his touch speaks volumes, each caress a symbol of his commitment and understanding. In the quiet sanctuary we’ve created, time seems to stand still, and I can almost forget the world outside.

“I know how to fix this,” he repeats, and the weight of those words hangs in the air. There’s a sense of urgency, a shared determination to overcome the obstacles ahead. His fingers find mine, intertwining in a silent pact of solidarity.

That is all I have ever wanted.

The world may be filled with shadows and uncertainties, but in this embrace, there’s a simplicity—a connection that transcends the complexities of our lives. His touch speaks of understanding, of a shared journey through the darkened alleys of our pasts, of his protection and his understanding despite knowing all my sins.

As he continues to rub circles on my back, a sense of gratitude swells within me. Gratitude for the man who, despite the chaos that surrounds us, offers a haven of peace. His touch is more than a physical gesture; it’s an unspoken vow, a commitment to weathering the storms together.

The room may be silent, but the echoes of our intertwined heartbeats resonate with a promise.

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