I peel myself from her and begin to pace. I can’t sit still. I know she needs me, but every bone in my body is screaming for me to do something to make this better for her. To fix it.
I turn toward her, forcing myself to unclench my fists. The anger, the violence that is coursing through my veins is pure, hot rage, itching to be released. But when I look at her—the tears making their way down her cheeks, jaw, and delicate neck, taking her mascara with it. The look in her sad, blue eyes—all I see is sadness and terror. They hurt her. They broke her. And one man is still out there living his life. I will find the monster that did this. I will hunt him down. I will make him pay until he begs me to kill him!
“Alé,” she whispers brokenly. When her eyes meet mine, my heart breaks at how broken she looks. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to…” she trails off, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Hey,” I say softly as I kneel down in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “Do you really think that’s all that matters to me?” I ask her. Does she really think so little of me?
“No, of course not.” She shakes her head. “But, Alé, you’re a man,” she tells me as if I didn’t know that. “You have needs that I may not be able to fulfill.”
“Kitten,” I whisper, my hands frame her face. “We’ll figure it out. If you’re willing to try, we’ll work through it. Together,” I promise her. I understand her hesitation of telling me, but the fact that she was willing to be alone forever amazes me. She deserves the world.
“Alé,” she closes her eyes, “I was stabbed. I… had a lot of injuries,” she tells me as fresh tears run from her eyes, stopping at my fingers.
“I know. I was listening, Jo,” I tell her quietly.
She shakes her head. “You don’t get it, do you?” she raises her voice, anger thick and heavy in her voice. “I have scars. A lot of scars,” she admits before ducking her head.
“Jo, I don’t care if your body is covered in them, or doesn’t have any at all,” I promise her.
“You say that now.” She shakes her head.
“I’ll say it always, kitten,” I say gently.
She pushes me roughly away, stands, and takes a deep breath. Her hands move behind her and I hear the zipper of her dress. My dick jumps at the idea of finally seeing her body. Really, Alé? Now is not the time to get hard. She slips her dress from her shoulders, closing her eyes she allows it to drop as tears quietly roll down her tear stained cheeks. Small to medium sized lines cover her torso. One long, silverfish white scar runs across her stomach above her belly button about eight inches wide. Her hands ball into tight fists, her bottom lip quivering. I stand from the floor and take a step so I’m directly in front of her. It kills me to see her so insecure about herself. She’s perfect.
“Open your eyes, Jo,” I order gently, my hands back on her face. She slowly opens her bloodshot eyes, defeat shining prominently. “You Are Beautiful,” I stress. “You’re perfect,” I whisper before gently kissing her lips.
“I’m far from perfect,” she scoffs, her voice shaky.
I kneel down before her, my hands holding her hips, and slowly kiss each and every scar that decorates her body. I can feel her begin to shake, and I know that she’s trying to keep herself together. I look up at her and confidently say, “You’re perfect for me.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Joey
How can this man, who could have anyone, want me after everything I’ve told him, after showing him what no one but Addison has seen? He didn’t even look disgusted, didn’t flinch. I don’t understand why he’s being so sweet about this. I feel exhausted. Completely drained, yet something inside of me is screaming at me to give Alé a chance. The same voice that told me to bare all to him.
He stands back up, our eyes never disconnecting. He grabs my fisted hand and opens my fingers until my palm is exposed, moving my hand until it’s placed tightly over his jeans. “Do you feel that?” his voice rasps. “You have me completely hard right now, kitten. I think you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. These scars,” his other hand roams lightly over my torso, “you’ve earned these, Jo. Wear them proud,” he says passionately. “You earned the right to do that,” he tells me as he releases his hold on my hand that’s now holding tight over his dick. Do I let go? I kind of don’t want to, but I’m terrified. I feel like a virgin. I’m far from it, but the only time I actually remember is the night I lost my virginity to Vinny.
“No pressure, kitten,” he says firmly. “Never,” he reassures me as he steps back, forcing me to release him. Instantly, my pussy clenches, my arousal dampening my black lace thong, which does nothing to keep it from releasing a small trickle down the inside of my thigh. He looks me up and down as if he’s a starving man. His eyes dark, licking his lips, he makes no move to cover his evident arousal.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, my arms move to cover my stomach. “Don’t’ do that,” he commands softly, his hand reaching out to pull my arms down. “Don’t hide from me.” I mentally force my arms down to my sides and internally struggle to keep myself from fidgeting. His eyes roam down my body, a sly grin tilting his lips. He lowers to his knees and I freeze. His fingertips graze from my ankles slowly up my calves, over the back of my knees, and up my thighs until his hands cover my ass. He leans forward, and I feel his tongue run up the inside of each thigh, a moan sounding from his chest. He lifts his face to my panties, and I can feel his nose lightly pressed against the front of me. The sound of him inhaling rises to my ears, followed by a groan. My pussy clenches. The idea of not having a barrier between us turns me on more than I thought possible.
“You’re delicious,” he says as he tilts his head up to smile hungrily at me.
My palms grow damp, my heart racing, breathing erratic. “Alé,” I whisper, “I’ve never…” I trail off softly shaking my head. “Only that one time,” I tell him shame filling me. “It’s the only time I remember.”
His eyes narrow before closing. He slightly shakes his head, barely moving that I almost missed it. He opens his eyes, which shine with patience and understanding. “I would be honored to be the man you allow to give you a new memory. A good memory. To be your first,” he says almost self-consciously.
Butterflies move in my stomach, my heart feeling as if it’s going to beat out of my chest. I take a breath to steady myself as I continue to look into his eyes. I kneel down until we are eye level. “Be patient with me, Alé,” I half-warn and half-plead with him.
“Jo,” his voice low and gravelly. “You say stop, at any time, and we stop. No hard feelings. I’ll wrap my arms around you, and we’ll fall asleep together,” he promises. “Anytime,” he stresses each syllable.
My heart melts at how gentle he’s been with me tonight. I know this wasn’t easy for him, but can I really do this? Am I really going to try to finally get through this? I take a shaky breath and nod my head. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in every inch of my face.
“Are you sure, Jo? We don’t—” I don’t let him finish. I crash my lips to his before I lose all my nerve. His lips are warm and soft. The kiss is slow, sensual. I can tell he’s forcing himself to take his time and the tension in his body is wound tight. My hands roam around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Our tongues begin to dance while his hands gently begin to explore the curves of my body.
Suddenly, he pulls back and looks ashamed. He shakes his head and sighs, and I swear my heart breaks a little. He doesn’t want me. I smile and nod, trying to show him that I understand.
He stands and offers me a hand. Embarrassed, I take it, avoiding his eyes. “I think since this is your first time,” his voice soft, gentle, “I need to do this right.” My head snaps up, and I see a beautiful smile gracing his face. Relief washes over me and I smile. He does want me.
He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, gently laying me down on his massive bed. Still standing, he reaches behind him and pulls his shir
t over his head, tossing it beside him on the floor. His fingers work the buttons of his jeans, dropping them to his feet and kicking them off. He lays his body on mine as he smiles.
“Kiss me, Alé,” I whisper.
No more words are spoken, his lips touch mine, and I lose myself to him. Our kiss is more urgent this time, I wrap my legs around his waist, and force his hips flush to mine until I can feel his arousal against me. Alé kisses my neck, my shoulder, down to the swell of my breast. His fingers slide my black lace bra straps down. He grins as his arm reaches around me and unclasps my bra, his eyes never leaving mine.
Once he removes my bra, freeing my breasts, he makes quick work of my panties. A growl rumbles low in his chest as soon as my body is bare, exposed completely to him. Slowly slithering up my body, placing soft kisses to my skin, he settles back between my legs. His tongue teases my nipple before he sucks the hardened tip into his mouth, gently nipping with his teeth.
A moan escapes my throat as my hand reaches around his head and pulls him closer, tighter to my chest. I hear a soft chuckle and a pop sound as he releases my breast from his mouth.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” He smiles mischievously. His mouth lazily trails up my neck, over my jaw until our mouths are fused together. My stomach clenches, my pussy dripping.
He pulls away, reaching over to the nightstand and pulls open the drawer retrieving a condom. My hands roam down his hard, muscled back, dipping into the waistband of his briefs until they rest on his ass. I lightly dig my nails in as I drag them back up until my fingers greet the band. I push them down over his hips as he lifts his body up slightly so I can pull the material away and over his arousal. I use my feet to push them the remainder of the way off him.
My eyes land on his thick cock, silver jewelry catching in the light. My mouth grows dry, and my heart speeds.
“Alé,” I breathe, my eyes refusing to move away from his package.
He laughs softly as he kisses my shoulder. “You really don’t remember do you, kitten?”
Without averting my eyes, I shake my head no. There’s smooth metal ball under the head of his dick, and another on top, and my mind just can’t process what the hell I do with it.
“It’s called an Apadravya,” he says calmly. “Basically, it’s a Prince Albert and a reversed Prince Albert piercing. I choose to use the barbell, but I still switch up the jewelry every once in a while.” He winks. “And no, it won’t fall out. Nor will it hurt either of us, but it will increase the sensation of your G-spot.” He laughs lightly.
“Uh, um… okay,” I nod and swallow, still a little scared.
“Don’t worry, kitten, you enjoyed it last time,” he teases trying to ease my tension. He leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips. “We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he says softly, eyes intense, staring down at me.
Suck it up, Joey! “I’m fine,” I force a smile, and I silently will the butterflies to go away. “Just… be patient with me, Alé,” I whisper.
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Always,” he breathes against my lips. His mouth lays soft, open-mouthed kisses against my throat and over my shoulder. His fingers softly roam from the base of my throat, lazily making his way down my body, his mouth not far behind, sending chills through my body as if I were taking an ice bath.
His mouth stops at my chest, his tongue drawing circles teasingly on my breast before flicking my nipple like a snake testing the air with its tongue. His fingers trail softly down the side of my body, leaving goose bumps in its wake, sending an orgasmic feeling throughout my body in anticipation of what’s to come.
As his eyes gaze up my body and connect to mine, he slowly slithers down my stomach kissing every inch on his way down to the apex of my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. My back arches as his tongue softly touches my cave of ecstasy making me moan from the rush of pleasure that courses through my legs up to my breasts as his hands move from my thighs to softly caress my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers, making them fully erect.
He begins his slow, torturous teasing with a fingertip in and out of my center, softly yet forcefully. I feel myself become wetter and wetter as his tongue flickers faster and faster over my bean. As I’m about to explode, he slows his pace to a soft touch. He lazily works his way back up my body, stopping at each of my breasts, paying explicit attention to every inch. He is sending shivers throughout my body with the feeling of his thick, hard rod, slowly rubbing on my open mound, causing me to softly moan, grabbing his hair tightly, and pulling his mouth back to mine.
As our tongues touch, I feel his thick cock slowly enter the lusciousness of my womanhood causing me to moan out in pleasure. Our tongues dance as he pulls almost completely out of me before slowly pushing back in. He rests his forehead against mine, our breaths tangling between us, hips rocking.
“Just keep your eyes on mine, kitten,” he says against my mouth. Biting my lip, I can only nod as the pleasure coursing through me is almost too intense. His pumps begin to speed slightly, a pressure deep within me beginning to twirl tightly causing my breathing to quicken. I close my eyes from the intensity of what’s happening between us. Fear begins to course through me, and it becomes hard to breathe.
“Alé,” I gasp.
“Open your eyes, kitten,” he gently orders me as one of his hands frame my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “It’s just me and you, Jo,” he says softly.
I open my eyes, connecting with his, and instantly feel safe again. I take in the tick of his jaw as one of his hands wraps under my thigh lifting it higher up his waist. The slight change of position increases the intensity of him entering me.
My head falling back against the pillow, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. “Let it out, Jo,” he groans into my neck. “I want the whole world to hear you, baby,” he tells me as he sucks my earlobe in between his teeth.
“Alé,” I moan breathlessly. “Oh.”
His hips begin to pump into me faster with more force as his lips find their way home to my lips. Our tongues and breaths tangle as I groan against his mouth. The feeling of his appy scraping just inside of me with every move of his hips. My toes begin to curl, my body on the edge of going over.
He pulls away from my mouth and lifts slightly up removing his weight from my body. His hips continue to rock against me, his eyes watching where our bodies join together, and my eyes remain locked on him. I lean up and run my tongue over the flexed muscle of his shoulder before grazing my teeth over his skin. My fingers dig into his back as a fire explodes within me causing me to convulse and scream his name over and over with each breath. I feel his muscles tense under the tips of my fingers before he slams into me a few more times as he sighs my name into the crook of my neck.
His body drops onto me, his head shaking against mine. “You…” I hear him breathe next to my ear.
“Are you okay?” I ask as my fingertips trace lazily over the skin of his back.
“I’m more than okay.” He smiles as he lifts his face to stare down at me. “You are perfect,” he tells me with a kiss between each word. “I’m proud of you, Jo,” he whispers.
I don’t bother fighting the smile that takes over my face. “I’m actually proud of me, too.” I laugh. “I’m just surprised that it was easier than I expected it to be.”
“Maybe you just had to be with the right person.” He shrugs lightly.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I freaked out with you last time,” I cock a brow at him.
“Maybe you trust me now.” He smiles.
“Yeah, maybe I do.” I smile back at him before kissing the crook of his shoulder.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Aléssandro
I roll off her and stand. The look of hurt and confusion clouds her face, and I remember that this is her first time that she’ll remember having consensual sex. She probably thinks I’m bailing.
“I’ll be right back.” I smile at her before walking to the bathroom
to dispose of the condom. Walking back in, I see she’s lying in the same spot, but now the blanket is pulled up to the tops of her breasts. “Can I join you?” I grin, standing in the doorway. Her eyes grow wide as she openly checks me out. The hunger in her eyes makes my cock jump. Oh, the things I want to do with her. I stalk toward her, slowly crawling over her body until I’m lying flat on my back. I pull her to me, placing her head on my chest.
“Thank you, Alé.” She sighs. I can’t help but smile. Knowing she chose me, she trusted me to be the one to cross this path with her has me on cloud nine. My fingers trace lazy circles over her back, her hand mimicking mine on my chest.
“Don’t thank me for that, kitten,” I say quietly. “I’m more than happy to do that with you anytime, anywhere.” I wink.
“What do your tattoos mean?” she asks softly. “Not saying they mean anything, but sometimes they do,” she adds quickly.
“When Frank died,” I breathe heavily, “I took it hard. Sort of did a downward spiral. A lot of drunken nights that led to stupid things, like this barb wired tat on my right bicep.” I laugh. “And then it sort of became like an addiction. The stars and thorns on my left arm, there’s a star for each immediate family member. The cross and angel wings that span my back, that’s for Frank,” I tell her quietly.
Her fingers trace just below my left peck. “And this one?” she asks.
“E vietato calpestare I sugni. It means do not trample on my dreams,” I tell her, my throat thick.
“What made you get that?” she asks as she continues to lightly trace it.
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