Alessandro Bedetti Tearsmith Novels & Stories

whoops. ALESSANDRO: I'll be there in 5 minutes to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours, baby, so before I reach home, spread your legs to receive my cock because am fucking you all night. My heart dropped at his words, he's such a dirty texter, and it made me immensely wet; I did as Alessandro asked, getting on the bed and pushing my panties and the bottom of the bodysuit to the side, giving him a view of my pussy.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

I said under my breath. Alessandro Benedetti. A mid-level shark from Miami, part of a family who had stayed carefully neutral these past years. Too ambitious to stay small, too cowardly to pick a side. The kind of man who lived off proximity to power, who smiled at every king until the crown slipped. I’d played poker with him once, in Monaco. He cheated so badly it was insulting. I’d let him live because he was a joke. Apparently, the joke wasn’t so funny anymore.

Not when we had finally claimed each other after so much danger, after almost losing each other. I had barely caught my breath when he tied me to one of the posts holding up the curtains and fucked me on my knees. I screamed and panted, begged for more, and not even my ass was spared from that perverted Alpha. But I wasn’t about to complain. Lorenzo Greco is the man I was always destined for, the only one who has left a mark on my body and on my heart. "Babe, I’ll love you forever, my Alpha." THE END

Each word felt sour in his mouth. "Her history is clear of men...she neither dated nor is seeing anyone sir...she lives with Mr Liam....but he is a gay and had recently broken up with his buddy." Alessandro doesn't know but he felt so relieved knowing she didn't date anyone in these past 4 years..... "Continue and don't stop till it ends..." Alessandro voice held threat. The man gulped before again continuing. "She has a baby boy and— "What?!" Alessandro cut him of with his loud outburst.

he asked, kissing my cheek. “Very good. We had an interesting visitor. An art dealer from Milan.” “Anyone I should know about?” “I don’t think so. Miles Benedetti. He seems to work primarily with private collectors.” Alessandro’s expression didn’t change, but I caught a subtle shift in his attention. “Benedetti?” “Yes. Do you know the name?” “It’s familiar, but I can’t place it. Probably from some business context.” “He bought Elena’s landscape. The one I love so much.”