back hit the wall and he caught up with me in a split second, possessing my space. My entire body quivered in terror and I still couldn't catch a breath. When he leaned over me, I whimpered and burst out crying in utter hysteria.
“Shh, piccola. You have to breathe,” he whispered, caressing my cheek. “I don't want you to faint.”
“Alessandro...p-please,” I begged through chattering teeth.
“Don't. Don't say a word, Olivia. Just hush,” he murmured, his black eyes boring into mine. “And no fucking tears.”
He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. Laying my body onto the mattress, he reached for a pillow. I was scared he meant to suffocate me, but I was too shocked and too afraid to make a sound, let alone fight him. To my surprise, he didn't use the pillow for any sinister purposes, but merely placed it behind my head. Despite his harsh request that he didn't want to see any tears, I couldn't stop crying. Lorenzo had lied to me. This was a trick, probably masterminded by Alessandro from the very beginning. I had no idea what he intended to do with me, but I knew he would hurt me badly.
“Look at me, Olivia,” Alessandro requested calmly.
He didn't employ violence, but patiently waited for me to obey. I moved my head in frozen jerks and brought my eyes to his. “A-Alessandro—”
“What is bothering you, tesoro?” he demanded in a light tone.
“I'm s-scared.” I broke down and started sobbing. “I'm r-really s-scared.”
I flinched away from him, but he pulled me into his embrace and let me cry on his chest. “Shh, don't be afraid. Try to breathe. Try to relax. I want you to stop crying. Can you do that?”
Wanting to do anything to please him, I nodded and stammered an awkward reply, but—instead of calming down—I broke down crying even harder. Alessandro swore under his breath and lifted my face so that we stared directly into each other’s eyes. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed softly, and I obliged, taking in a shaky breath. “Good. Now another one.”
For a few minutes, he coached me how to breathe until I managed to calm down a little and stop crying. After, I gazed at him pleadingly, waiting for his anger that just wouldn't come.
The entire time, he remained composed, staring at me with vigilant attention. Then, he slowly leaned closer and closer until his lips almost touched mine. “Remember when I told you that I didn't make love?” he probed softly, his breath grazing my skin.
I nodded, feeling too drained and too tired to decipher if he was playing another one of his mind games.
“Well, I'm going to make love to you tonight, Olivia,” he spoke in a light, tender voice.
I parted my lips in breathless wonder. But, before I could make a single sound, Alessandro's lips claimed mine, and he kissed me with so much emotion and tenderness that I instinctively relaxed in his arms. As he deepened the kiss with staggering caution and care, his hand caressed my hair. Slowly, he leaned above me until he lay nested between my legs. But he made no move to take off his pants. Instead, his caressing hands continued roaming along my body while his lips explored my skin.
“Mia moglie,” he mused hotly in between those light kisses. “Sei un'ossessione..Mi stai facendo impazzire.”
Alessandro called me his obsession and told me I was driving him insane. Somehow, his unexpected gentleness and those whispered words slowly erased the fear and awakened that fluttering feeling that caused me to lose my breath and made goosebumps erupt on my skin. I wasn't aware of the amount of time that had passed. All I knew was that he demonstrated more patience than ever before. No matter what he did, his gaze never left mine. He was always glancing up at me, searching eye-contact and observing my every reaction with unbreakable concentration and interest. I knew it wasn't possible, but it seemed hours must have passed before he took things further. Only when he was certain I was completely calm and relaxed, did he peel off his pants. Then, he laid on top of me and our bodies touched skin to skin. For a while, we remained peacefully lying in that position. His erection rested against my lower belly and I sensed he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. As his manhood started lowering down the slick flesh between my thighs, I tensed and drew