Trapped by the wall, I stared hungrily at his lips close to tasting mine. His minty breath almost causing me to go into a frenzy.
"Alessandro d….don't" I whispered placing my hands on his chest to push him away but he grabs and slams them above my head.
"Your body says otherwise Fiore Mio…." He whispers back in my ears, causing tingles down my core.
His fingers trailed around my hard buds pointing beneath my silk dress, his eyes beautiful, seductive, familiar and I was drowning in them.
I clench my thighs biting back a moan but his musky scent overclouds my thoughts, reluctantly I let out a low whimper. Flash backs of our last night together rushing in but I held on fighting my arousal with all my might.
"What do you want?" I yelled in frustration.
"What I want?" He smirked mischievously sliding his hands down the slit of my dress into my panties, fingers rubbing my folds.
I moan loudly eyes sealed shut losing the last ounce of control I thought I had.
"I want to spread those legs and fuck you so hard till you loose the ability to run away from me again." He replied tone clipped, unwavering.
My core ached terribly as I opened my eyes to meet his lustful gaze.
His jaw clenched so hard i could see him struggling to control his lust.
I subconsciously bit down my lower lips, something I normally do when hot and bothered which causes him to smirk.
"Do I make you nervous?" He asked innocently, like he didn't just rub my damn pussy.
"No….no" I stuttered shyly, my cheeks red from embarrassment.
At that moment i wondered, why I still felt this way towards him, I just want him so bad.... To feel his weight on me, to watch his sweat drop on mine and drop mine on him. God! I feel so filthy.
He lifts my face bringing his lips closer to mine but holding back as if asking permission. His intense gaze burned into my soul and I lost it. I couldn't hold on to my desires, it's like hard drugs and he's my branded heroine.
I pulled him in crashing my lips on his, his tongue darting between my lips, mine chasing his eagerly. It felt wonderful but wasn't enough.
Wanting more I cupped my hands under his pants feeling his hard thick length, rubbing slowly.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound making my core pulse even harder.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"
Two Weeks Ago
As an aspiring fashion designer, I decided to move back to the city after getting a job at a fashion company in Milan. It's the only chance I'll get to work with Celia Giordano, one of the best designers in Italy.
"Mom, I'm scared. I've read a lot about him on the media. What if he takes my son away from me?" I whispered sadly.
"I understand your fears darling but you need to think of Lorenzo. He's been asking of his father for a while now, we can't keep lying to him." She whispered back holding my hands lovingly eye filled with warmth and affection
"I know, that's why I'm going back to the city. I'm just worried cos Alessandro has a girlfriend and it seems serious. How will he react to such vital information coupled with the fact that I hid it for seven years."
" you'll have to tell him one way or the other and I think now is the time." She replied
"Your son needs his father, Alessandro has every right to meet his son." She added.
" I know….. I'll make sure I find him when I get to Milan." I replied
"Everything will be okay my child, Alessandro is a good man and I know he'll be a good father to Lorenzo." She added reassuringly.
"Mom he's not the same man you knew years ago. He's a chronic womanizer! Even with his relationship status he still entertains the media with his flings. I don't know if he's even ready to be a father."
" You can't always believe the media, besides they might just be rumors and why are you so upset about his flings, you still care about him?"
I sighed already knowing the answer and with the look on her face she knew.
"It's been years….. but I still think about him…. Sometimes I wonder what my life with him would be like if I stayed. He hates me so much now. I abandoned him I….i… promised to always be with him but I left...." I added breaking down
"Oh... My child... it wasn't easy for you also, you abandoned all you had. You cried yourself to sleep for months! You did what you had to do to protect your son." She responded
"It doesn't matter now. It's too late already .... Besides he's happy now that's all that matters. I'll go check on Lorenzo."
...….
I entered into the room to his small frame sitting on his chair and painting a beautiful portrait.
" Someone is busy with his painting. Do you want to rest now bambino?" I asked with a huge grin
He beamed back at me but then gazed back at his painting.
"No mommy, I want to finish it so you'll give it to dad when you go to the city."
"Oh Tesoro Mio...." You'll meet your dad soon okay.
"Yes mum" he grinned widely then my mom walked in with a plate of meat balls.
"I brought meatballs !" She beams happily.
"Thank you nana!" He beams back running into her arms to eat his favorite food.