Chapter 68: Chapter 68

I buck my hips against his mouth. Getting as much friction I can get, he lightly sucks on my clit and I throw my head back moaning.

I know I won't last long, it's been over three years since he last touched me, Three years since ANY man touched me. Tension pools in the pit of my stomach, I clutch my fingers through his hair, firmly gripping the roots and push his head deeper inside me. He starts flicking his tongue, he slides two thick fingers inside me, and I arch my back in pleasure. He wildly starts to thrust his fingers, flicking his tongue faster, and mumbling in Italian. My walls start to clench around his fingers with pure greed, sucking the dear life out of them, he can sense how close I am, and swipes his tongue slowly across my sex, making me cum long and hard. I ride out my orgasm, continuing to grind against his face. When my body begins to shudder, I unhook my leg from his shoulder.

"Stand Alessandro."

He rises from his knees and stands to his full height.

He sticks his fingers in his mouth and cleans them with his tongue.

"How on earth can you taste sweeter than before?" He purrs.

"Strip," I demand.

"My honey pot is like a bottle of finely aged wine. The longer it is left untouched the sweeter the juice." I tell him.

"You told me Anton touched you?" He mutters with disapproval.

"He did, just not in a way where he'd get his socks off." I chew on my bottom lip, suppressing my smile.

Alessandro rids himself of his clothes and stands stark naked before me. His muscles are more defined, his abdomen hard as a rock. I slowly walk behind him, running my fingers along his heated skin, running my finger down his spine and I slap his ass. The loud thwack fills the room, I do it again, harder this time. He flinches and hisses out loudly, spinning around to face me. We stand there staring at each other, our eyes firmly on one another.

Anger courses through me wildly.

Before I know it, my hand connects across his face. My breathing becomes faster and my eyes fill with tears. I slap him again, and again. My hand stings each time, but it feels better than the heartache I've suffered for three damn years. A whimper leaves my throat and I reach out to slap him once more. Alessandro catches my hand and holds it mid-air. His chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes full of pain and his cheek marked by my hand. We continue to stand there, naked, staring at each other, our breathing synchronizing together; hard and fast.

"You're dead," I say again. "You've been dead to me for three years."

I sneer with disgust.

Alessandro lets out a low growl and forces me up against the wall. My back hitting it hard with a loud bang.

"Do I look dead to you il mio amore - My love?" He huffs.

His hand roughly hikes my leg up, he hooks it over his hip and steps forward. His minty breath, hot and heavy on my face.

"Do I feel dead il mio amore?" He grounds out as he thrusts himself inside of me, filling me to the hilt.

I hiss out in pain mixed with pleasure.

He slowly starts to fuck me, and I move my head to look away from him. I don't want him to see the pleasure he gives me. I'm too weak to tell him to stop, too weak to not let him fill me completely. He wraps his hand around my jaw and holds my face firmly in place, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

I gasp. "You ruined my life." I moan with pleasure.

"And you crippled mine." He licks the lone tear rolling down my face.

"Vanessa was beyond repair, so was Luca." He rotates his hips, rubbing up against my clit. "Zoe and Alessandro are much stronger. A ripple in time to be feared upon. Together" He grunts, pumping into me faster.

I'm on the verge of exploding, my body tingles and my leg starts to give out. Alessandro senses my need to come, he hooks my other leg over his hip, picking me up off the ground, and latches his mouth onto my nipple; flicking over the erect nub. I come screaming as my body starts to convulse around him.

"ti amo cazzo" He says in Italian. "I fucking love you!" He roars in English as his cock jerks and he comes inside of me, grunting with pure gratification.

His lips frantically kiss my body, his hand massaging my left breast, planting gentle kisses all around it.

"Luca," He says out loud.

I look down at him and he's staring at his previous name, I got tattooed under my left breast.

"Why here?" He asks.

"Because I loved Luca with all I had,   I wanted to keep him close to my heart where only I would know," I say breathlessly.

"And now?"

"Luca is dead." I swallow back the tears.

"Can you love Alessandro?" He scowls at me.

"I..I," I mutter.

I don't know how to answer him.

"I will spend the rest of my days grovelling at your feet, becoming a man worthy of your love." He plants a kiss on my tattoo.

"I want to spend my days loving you, my nights filling you with my seed. I need you to bear my name and my children. But most of all Cara Mia, I need you to make me whole again." Tears cascade down his tormented face.

I stare at him, my eyes feasting on him.

"Put me down," I say softly.

I slowly slide down his body, when my feet touch the ground, I walk to where my clothes lay and start to put them on. He watches me intently, his eyes heavy on mine and not my body.

"We're late." I finally say to him after slipping my ankle boots on.

Running his hand through his hair, he picks up his clothes and starts to get changed. When he's done, I walk over to him and take his hand in mine.

"It's Chrissy and Conrad's engagement tonight." I softly tell him. "She'll be worried if I don't show my face soon. I haven't seen anyone in a long time and If you want to make a good impression on our first date." I pause when the side of his mouth curls into a lopsided smile. "We better get going."

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We enter the restaurant twenty minutes later. Loud gasps fill the room, and shocked faces fill the tables.

"Luca!" Chrissy comes rushing over.

"Alessandro Russo." I correct her.

"But, he looks just like Luca." She says confused.

"The Venturi's died that night, and Alessandro Russo was reborn."

Chrissy gasps again, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Did you know?" Her brows furrow.

"I only just found out." I sigh.

"And you're okay with this." She says to me, but she's giving Alessandro the death stare.

I look up at Alessandro, he stares back at me, and I say.

"I love him. My heart feels at home whenever he is close by." My eyes penetrate him. He leans down and kisses me, pouring all his heartache into our kiss and I do the same.

He is right. Vanessa and Luca weren't right for each other. There was too much loss and heartache between them. My name's Zoe, I'm a healthcare worker and I love my job. Tonight I should be celebrating my thirtieth birthday, instead, I'll be celebrating Zoe and Alessandro's coming together.

Replacing my FEAR with DESIRE.