DESTITUTE OF THE MAFIA'S VEGENANACE

ALESSIA POV

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Fueling and boiling of irritation and disgust all mixed up with sadness and anger ,I sat in the buzzing and oozing corner of the club waiting for Bianca to show up,just after I thought the anger in me can destroy a whole building 

 A buffalo decided to step on my toes

“Are you blind ,did you wear those eyes on your sleeve or are they just for fashion huh?"the anger in me doubling up lifting my eyes to get a look at me ,ohh goodness the masterpiece in front of me handsomely and masculine cute but that part of me was shut down to extend my fantasy 

“Excuse you???, your leg was on the way” he replied giving a blank cold stare

“And you couldn't just use those eyes and walk past it”

“Little miss use those tiny mouth of yours rightly or they are going to land you in trouble” with a sharp irritated tone poking one if his finger at me like am a thing.

That just pushed me to the brim 

“And what I don't ,"I shouted at the peak of my voice 

I picked up my drink and splash it on his shirt.

“You crazy as**hole?” I dropped the glass and try to walk away 

"And where did you think you're going? " he snarled, grabbing me by my wrist ,his lips twitched into a dark smile. "You must really be a joker."

Before I could blink, he's dragging me through the crowd. "Where the hell do you think you're taking me?" I yelled, my heart pounding ,the anger in me dissolving 

"Help! Help!" But the loud music gave no justice to my voice.

No one batted an eye in that chaos. He hauled me outside, the cool night air slapping my flushed skin. The alley stretched dim and narrow,graffiti-splattered walls closing in as he pulled me toward a side door,some back entrance was a whole building set aside like a hotel room, I guessed. Echoing footsteps on concrete, the distant thump of music fading.

My heart racing so hard and all I could concentrate at that moment was his face ,he has a sharp cheekbones and strong jawlines,with a warm lightly tanned skin his dark hair is wally and wet ,his shoulders are broad and appear muscular, his lips are almondly round pink with a very deep eyes intimidating and intense, he appears like a leader of a dangerous organization.

We burst into a room and he dragged me into the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, tiles cool under my heels. He slammed the door, locking it with a click that echoed like fate.

"What's wrong with you?" I spat, yanking my arm free, but my voice wavered. For the first time, I really looked at him. God, he was breathtaking,his dark hair tousled from the drink, his blue electric eyes like igniting light, full lips pressed tight in anger. His soaked shirt clung to a chest carved from marble, shoulders rolling with restrained power. My breath hitched; he stole the air right out of the room.

His eyes burning with fury, locking with mine. "Do you have any idea how you ruined my shirt?"

"So what are you gonna do about it?" I shot back, chin up, adrenaline buzzing inside of me.

That doubled whatever fire was burning inside him , he clenched his jaw, veins popping in his neck. "Oh wow. I'll show you."

He grabbed my wrist again, dragging me deeper into the restroom, past the sinks to a stall. He shoved me in, yanked off his shirt with one fluid motion. "Wash those stains off, or you're not leaving here."

The shirt hit my hands, still warm from his body. But my eyes... they betrayed me. His chest was a masterpiece,rippling abs, a trail of dark hair vanishing into his jeans, skin glistening under the lights. Broad, powerful, every inch screaming strength. My plan flickered back to life, lose it tonight. At least to someone like this,a hot, masculine stranger who'd fuel fantasies for years in my loveless marriage.

"What if I don't?" I stepped closer, bold from the booze, tracing a finger from his lips down to his jaw, over his throat, to that chiseled chest.

He caught my hand mid-air, grip like iron. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Anger laced in his voice, but something else swirled in desire? Confusion? His eyes darkened and his pupils blew wide.

"What does it look like, huh?" I met his gaze, licking my lips, seductive heat pooling low in my belly.

He smirked, looking cruel and hot. "You're really a bitch." He snatched the shirt back. "I'm leaving you here."

"You think I'm joking?" I hooked my thumbs under the straps of my gown, sliding it down slowly, fabric whispering over my skin. Cleavage spilled free, lace bra barely containing me. My heart was skipping fast. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't me... or was it?

His breath caught mine. He froze, eyes raking over me like fire. Then he swallowed hard with his Adams apple moving up and down, he moved closer to me scanning my face then my lips ,the hunger, the resistance was written all over his face ,I felt an electric sensation in my tummy at the look of his face , The sound echoed off the tiles, cool air hitting my skin, goosebumps racing everywhere. His face twisted with hunger, that burning sensation raw and primal, like a wolf spotting prey.

He shoved me against the stall wall, the cold metal biting my back. His mouth crashed onto mine ,hard, demanding, tasting of whiskey and fury. I gasped into it, my hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. Ohh goodness , the heat of him, the way his body pinned mine, it was solid and unyielding, I was lost in a fairytale land I have never been to in my entire life.

"You asked for this, you are going to regret this later on" he muttered against my neck, teeth grazing skin, unclasping my bra ,his hands playing tricks with my two babies,sending shocks straight to my core. His mouth traced right from my neck down to my then summoning it with so much intensity and his second hand still fondling with the other one ,I couldn't resist and made his hands roam,rough palms sliding up my thighs, hitching my legs around his waist. I felt him, hard and insistent through his jeans, pressing where I ached most.

I arched, needy whimpers escaping. " Please Don't Stop."

He chuckled , his fingers hooking into my panties, yanking them aside. "Wasn't planning to." One hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked, electric. The other dipped lower, teasing my folds,wet, ready, betraying how badly I wanted this.

My first touch there from someone else,his fingers circled my clit, then settled in , a sharp pleasurable pain built in ,it slow at first, then faster, building pressure that made my toes curl. I bucked against him, chasing it, breaths coming in pants. "Oh gracious..."

"Like that?" His voice was gravel, a hot breath on my ear. He slid a finger inside me,tight, stretching, but slick enough to glide. Then two, curling just right, hitting spots I didn't know existed. My walls clenched, pleasure coiling tight.

He carried me in in a bridal style and dropped me in the bed 

I nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. He freed himself from his jeans,thick, veined, pulsing in his hand. My eyes widened, nerves flickered, but desire won. He positioned, rubbing the tip against me, coating himself in my wetness.

"Ready?" A rare softness in his growl.

"Yes,please." I wrapped my legs tighter.

He thrust in slow at first, inch by inch, the burn mixing with fullness that stole my breath. I cried out, half pain, half ecstasy, clinging to him. He paused, letting me adjust, lips brushing my forehead in a surprising tenderness.

Then he moved,deep, rhythmic strokes that built like a wave. Each one dragged against my nerves, sparks flying. His hand slipped between us, thumb on my clit again, circling in time with his hips. Sweat slicked our skin; the stall rattled with us.

Pressure mounted, a storm gathering low in my belly. "I….I'm gonna…"

"Go on, do it," he commanded, thrusting harder, faster.

It hit like lightning,my first orgasm shattered through me, waves crashing, muscles spasming around him. I screamed, I didn't even know it was back arching, vision blurring white. Pure bliss, raw and overwhelming, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

He followed seconds later, groaning deep, burying himself as he pulsed inside me. We collapsed against the wall, breaths ragged, bodies tangled.

In that hazy afterglow, I felt alive, messily alive,for the first time. No regrets. Just the echo of pleasure, and the promise of fantasies to cling to in the cage waiting Not up to a minute I dozed off.

I woke up not knowing

my life had already been planned without me.

“Because what do you mean i was the plan for the night”.