The Rocchetti Queen - Bree Porter Page 0,42
slid back in, building up momentum. His hips rocked back and forth, moving with me.
I felt his fingers go back to my clit, pinching at the sensitive button.
The sensations were too much. I could feel him moving in and out, his fingers tugging at me, his pelvis rocking against mine.
The world could have exploded in that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed, wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was Alessandro and me and this sliver of time.
The throbbing grew more intense, my muscles tensing, my back arching. I felt it coming, felt my body preparing me—
“Oh! God!”
I came with a cry, contracting around Alessandro’s cock. He let out a groan, his hip bucking as he came inside of me, matching orgasm for orgasm. Neither of us willing to be left out.
Alessandro lost his strength, rolling over before falling on me.
I heaved down air, head still foggy from the climax of pleasure. Both of us were slick with sweat and God knew what else, but neither of us moved.
It suddenly wasn’t so cold in the room anymore.
I covered my eyes with my arm, continuing to take deep breaths.
Alessandro’s hand came around my hip, briefly giving me a squeeze. “You good?” he asked.
I dropped my arm and smiled at him. He was looking down at me, scanning me for any signs of discomfort. “I’m good,” I replied. “Thank you.”
His eyebrows rose. “I should be the one thanking you. Letting The Godless lie with you...” He shook his head, expression dark.
“I’m not so perfect,” I murmured. “Perhaps it is you who should be worried about me.”
“As a general rule of thumb, Sophia,” Alessandro whispered, “I am always worried about you.”
We kissed softly, sweetly, before Alessandro leaned over the side of the bed and pulled the blanket back up. He tucked it over us both, despite the need for warmth already met.
I fell asleep in his arms, my dreams filled with bright colors and swirling stars.
T he weekend passed too quickly. When Sunday arrived, neither of us really wanted to leave, happy in the little bubble we had created. But we had responsibilities and things to accomplish, so we needed to return to the city.
“We can come back when things are more settled at home,” I said as we walked out to leave, Dante held tightly to my chest.
Alessandro nodded. “I know.” But he still didn’t seem pleased.
As we drove home, I saw holiday-Alessandro begin to disappear back beneath gangster-Alessandro. I knew he could only be certain parts of himself when he was home with his family, and I, too, followed that pattern. But still, it reminded me our break was over and we were back to being the Principe and Principessa of Chicago.
I pressed my head to the window, sleepy after spending hours with Alessandro the night before. There was a pleasant soreness between my legs, not painful, but just a reminder of the countdown finally being over, our relationship cemented in all ways.
The countryside passed as we headed home. Stretches of fields and trees, all dressed prettily in snow and twinkling Christmas lights.
A little cottage stood alone in a field, grey beneath the sunlight. There was something familiar about it–
We drove past a sign that said, JEAN’S BEND.
“Alessandro! That’s Eloise Pelletier’s land. Pull over.”
My husband shot me a weird look. “Why?”
“I want to have a look. Aren’t you curious?”
He slowed down the car, but didn’t stop.
“There’s not going to be any Pelletiers lying in wait, darling,” I told him. “Imagine how symbolic it would be if we bought the last of the Union’s land in Illinois? Come on, let’s go and check it out.”
He looked at me.
“Dante needs a change. He’s got his poo-face on.”
That convinced him.
Alessandro did a U-turn, Oscuro and Beppe following us in confusion. He pulled over on the side of the road, the snow crunching beneath the tires. As soon as the car stopped, the December cold began to seep through the windows and doors.
We got out, wrapping our coats around ourselves to fight the chill.
“Everything alright, boss?” Oscuro called.
“This is Eloise Pelletier’s land. We’re going to check it out.”
Neither Beppe nor Oscuro seemed to want to do that.
I grabbed Dante’s diaper bag and changed him quickly in the back seat. From the corner of my eyes, I could spot Alessandro and Beppe striding over the property, tense and alert. Oscuro stood by the car, watching me.
“Let’s go and see what daddy’s doing, yeah?” I wrapped Dante up and shrugged on his little beanie. He instantly tried to