Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirty Sexy Saint : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Alessandro Maurizio~•~In my twenty-three — almost twenty-four — years of life, I was certain I'd apologized to only two people; my Madre and my Padre.I didn't even get to apologize to them much because I didn't give them headaches while growing up. I almost always listened to them, except when it came to training which I didn't take seriously until they were killed by the Lucianos. Then, I had to clean up my act even if there wasn't much to clean and up my game.The word, 'sorry', barely left my mouth. If it did, I was most likely mocking a person before putting a bullet in their eyes or emptying my gun into their skull, but the guilt of putting Jordan in a situation like that was so huge, that I found myself repeatedly apologizing to her and asking her to forgive me.I knew Alexi was dangerous. I knew he could snap her neck in a millisecond, but I knew just how good Jordan's manipulation game was, and if it wasn't for that fucking earpiece, things would've gone according to plan.

Jordan Miller~•~I was officially obsessed. It was worse than when Professor Mark got the gold necklace for me. My finger had been toying with the simple diamond that sat on my neck since it arrived, which was early this morning. Whenever I touched it, it reminded me of Alessandro and his hand on my waist while we were at the shop yesterday.When Alessandro had asked me if I would accompany him to Italy for a few days, he'd failed to tell me that we would be leaving the next day. At least, it was a private jet and the flight was allowed to be delayed.Packing was messy and hasty and the only reason I managed to calm down was that Alessandro promised that whatever I forgot to pack would be bought in Italy.He had a crazy amount of money and if he chose to spend it carelessly, who was I to stop him?"You're awfully bouncy today.""It's my first time traveling on a plane," I admitted and Alessandro looked at me in surprise."Really?""Yup."The take-off was a bit scary, to be honest. Bu

Jordan Miller~•~We'd been in Italy for three days, but Alessandro had only taken me out once. Alessandro took me to a church.Well, in his defense, it wasn't just any church. It was the Duomo Cathedral of Milan.The building was impressive, to say the least, and quite beautiful for a Catholic church. Granted, it was a church that they spent over six centuries building, starting from 1386 to 1965, but I'd never been a big fan of religion.The interior of Milan Duomo was a bit welcoming though. The beautiful colorful stained glasses depicted scenes from the bible, reflecting an ethereal light on the floor of the church.The building was huge, so we spent a lot of time in it. Alessandro held my hand, held my waist, and put his hand around my shoulder during the tour he was giving me and he didn't act like it was a big deal.I'd made friends with the men around because unlike the ones in America, these guys were more welcoming. They treated me with respect and for some reason, called m

Jordan Miller~•~After that encounter with Alessandro, I didn't stay down there anymore since I didn't feel like partying anymore. Lorenzo escorted me upstairs so that there wouldn't be a repeat of what just took place."Will Alessandro kill him?" I'd asked when he dropped me off at my and Alessandro's room. "You heard him right, Jordan," was all he'd said before he left me alone. It was strange hearing him address me by my name; it was the first time. Maybe, he was also mad at me.Alessandro, on the other hand, was literally punishing me. That night, he didn't sleep in the same bed as me, making me wonder if he took one of those women to bed. I could barely sleep that night, torturing myself with the thought of him with another woman.He'd told me he wanted me less than three days ago. Was he already moving on because I refused to admit that I wanted him too?The next two nights were the same. Hell, I didn't even know if he slept on the same bed as me or not cause I didn't set my e

Alessandro Maurizio~•~Her face was priceless.Jordan had looked so shocked when I ordered her to go up to the room that I almost laughed out loud, but I managed to keep my cool and act like I wasn't amused by her expression. But I would never do that again. I was punishing myself as much as I was punishing her because I was harder than I'd ever been.I wasn't thinking straight when I pulled her on my lap, but boy did it feel right. I liked the feel of her soft body on mine. I liked the smoothness of her skin that contrasted with my rough one. I liked them a little too much; more than I shouldn't but I found myself giving zero fucks.Her cunt was tight as fuck and it felt like they were squeezing my fingers. I wanted more of that. I only had my fingers in her but it was addictive as hell. I wanted her. I wanted to slide my cock in her slick and wet pussy — it seemed like she was always wet around me. I wanted her cunt to squeeze the life out of me. Most importantly, I wanted to be