Page 82 of Bound in Vengeance
"I was just?—"
Before I can finish the sentence, he shakes his head, cutting off my argument. Shifting his weight, he raises his hips against the driver's seat and yanks down his sweatpants and briefs, freeing his thick, rigid length. He grips my hips with bruising strength and guides himself to my opening, plunging deep into me in one sudden, breathtaking stroke.
The sheer fullness of him fills me completely, and a loud, shattered moan tears from my throat. "Alessandro..."
He groans, his jaw clenching as he begins to move inside me, his pace hard and demanding. He leans up, his lips brushing against mine as he demands, "Yes. That’s the only name you’re allowed to say. Say it again."
"Alessandro..." I cry out, my fingers digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders as he pins me against the steering wheel.
He groans at the sound, his movements turning completely feral. He grips my hips and continues to pound into me with a heavy, unrelenting rhythm that rocks the entire car. The friction is blinding, making my mind go completely blank as he fills me over and over.
"Fuck, Sienna," he growls against my neck, his breath burning hot against my skin. "You are so tight. You wrap around me so perfectly. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose cock is stretching you out right now."
Before I can even gather the breath to answer, his grip on my waist tightens, his voice morphing into a dark, possessive threat that sends a shiver straight down my spine. "If I ever catch another man putting his hands on what's mine, I will ruin him. I'll make him watch while I take you right in front of him, just to remind everyone who owns you. You're mine, Sienna. Don't you ever forget it."
He shifts his angle, driving deeper, his pace slowing just enough to make every single stroke agonizingly deep. His gaze softens into something fierce but heavy with unyielding admiration. He leans up, pressing his forehead against mine, his thumb tracing my jawline.
"You were so beautiful out there on that court," he murmurs, his voice suddenly thick with a raw, breathless sweetness that completely melts my defenses. "Watching you move, watching you smile... you completely captivated the court,dolcezza. You were magnificent. My beautiful wife."
The sudden shift from raw dominance to pure devotion completely shatters me. The sensation is too much, the emotional and physical overload crashing down on me all at once.
My core clamps down hard around him as a violent, toe-curling climax rips through my body. Alessandro lets out a low, guttural roar, pulling me tightly against his chest as he buries himself completely inside me, his own release spilling into me in deep, heavy surges.
We collapse against each other, our heavy, ragged breathing filling the quiet cabin of the car as the world outside completely fades away.
I am too far gone for this man, and I wonder if there’s still a way out for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ALESSANDRO
Fuck me.
As I slowly come down from the blinding high of the release, the fog in my brain clears, leaving only the fierce reality of the woman resting against my chest. I cup the back of Sienna's head with my palm, pulling her up to meet me in a deep, bruising kiss.
Seeing her on that bench with Nino had almost fucking killed me. I’ve never felt this possessive over anything or anyone in my entire life. The second I walked up and saw him leaning into her space, I saw pure, unadulterated red. But holding her in my arms now, feeling her heart hammering against mine, I’m reminded of the only truth that matters: she’s mine.
I just have to make sure never to put her in a position like that ever again. I completely shot myself in the foot by telling herto distract him, underestimated the volatile cocktail of my own jealousy.
Gently, I lift her off my lap, helping her adjust the hem of her white tennis dress before guiding her back into the passenger seat. I pull up my own clothes, shifting back behind the steering wheel. When I glance over, Sienna is glaring at me, her cheeks still flushed a pretty pink and her breathing still slightly uneven as I crank the engine.
I cut my eyes to her and smirk. "What?"
She crosses her arms, letting out a sharp, indignant breath. "You’re such a brute."
My smirk only widens as I shift the car into drive and pull onto the main road. "You didn't seem to mind the brutality a minute ago."
She rolls her eyes, though the heat in her gaze tells a different story. After a moment of silence, she settles back into the leather seat. "Why did you go off anyway? What did you find?"
"During the first set, I heard Nino telling his wife something about his phone in his gym bag in the locker room," I say, my tone shifting back to business. "So, when Giulia took her call, I went to the locker room to grab it."
Sienna gasps, her eyes widening as she turns fully in her seat to face me. "You stole his phone?"
I reach into the pocket of my sweatpants, pull out Nino’s sleek, unlocked smartphone, and toss it onto her lap.
"What's the plan?" she asks, picking up the device like it's a live grenade.
"From Nino's reaction yesterday, I know he knows exactly where Luca is hiding," I explain, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead. "If Nino is actively working with him, Luca will answer a text coming from this number. He won't suspect a trap if it's his inside track."
