4§. Lies and Longing

Alessandro’s POV

She hesitated for a while before reaching the zipper of her dress, her fingers trembling. I stared at her, feeling her fear radiating, but she was also angry. She didn't argue, not yet anyways.

"Don’t stall, Amelia," I said, my voice calm but sharp. "You don’t want to test my patience."

Her eyes darted up to mine, and for a second, I saw it: that flash of defiance she tried so hard to hide. It almost made me smile. Almost.

Taking deep breaths, she zipped down her dress and it slipped off her shoulders down to her feet, leaving her only in underwear.

My eyes turned dark as I stared at her, she immediately crossed her hands over her chest, glaring at me with anger.

"This is what you wanted right? Hope you are satisfied now?" She whispered closing her eyes.

I stepped closer, closing the space between us. "Not even close," I replied.

Her jaw tightened, her eyes fluttering open. "Do you enjoy this? Making people feel small?"

I watched her carefully, tracing her figure. She was indeed beautiful.

"Humiliation isn’t something I give," I said softly. "It’s something you choose to feel."

Her eyes were filled with tears, but she didn’t utter a word.

"Turn around," I commanded.

"What?"

"You heard me," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She looked at me weirdly for a moment, I thought she'd refuse then she turned around slowly, her back now facing me. I stepped close to her, my breath fanning her neck as I inhaled her scent. She smelt divine.

"Why didn’t you fight me last night?" I asked, my voice low, as I nibbled on her ear.

Her shoulders stiffened. "What’s the point?" she said quietly. "You always win."

I let out a soft laugh, stepping around to face her again. "Pathetic," I said. "Is that the excuse you tell yourself? That fighting back doesn’t matter because you’ll lose?"

Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing with anger now. "What do you want from me, Don Alessandro? To beg? To break?"

"Neither," I replied. "I want to see you stop lying to yourself. Stop pretending you don’t feel this."

"Feel what?" she shot back, her voice rising. "Fear? Hatred? Disgust? That's all I feel when I look at you."

"Liar." I retorted back.

" You despise yourself at this moment because you can't deny you want me, you want my lips kissing every inch of your body, making you moan my name.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off with a glare.

"You hate me. But not nearly as much as you hate yourself for wanting this."

She started breathing heavily, her eyes closed as she leaned in my touch. "You’re delusional," she said, her voice weak.

I smirked to myself. She was beginning to give in.

"Am I?" I asked, reaching out to trail my fingers down her arm. She flinched, but she didn’t pull away. "Then tell me to stop. Say the word, and I’ll walk away right now."

Silence.

I smirked to myself as my hands moved lower, brushing against the edge of her panties. Her body squirmed against mine, a soft gasp escaping her lips before she could hold it back.

"You won’t say it," I murmured, my lips close to her ear. "Because deep down, you don’t want me to stop."

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and uncertain. For the first time, she didn’t have a sharp reply. She was losing control, and she knew it.

I pushed her onto the bed and hivered over her slowly. Her eyes were filled with lust as she stared at my bare chest which on display. I took her hands in mine, pinning them above her head. She gasped as she wiggled her body against mine.

"Stop pretending you don’t feel this, Amelia," I whispered, trailing my lips from her face down to her neck. "You’re not afraid of me. You’re afraid of yourself. Of how much you want this."

Her lips parted open, and it took everything within my will not to kiss her plump lips. Patience Alessandro, I reminded myself.

"You hate me," I said, smirking as I moved my hand, pressing against her just enough to make her gasp again. "But you want me, too."

"Please, stop," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Say it like you mean it, Amelia."

Her nails dug into the sheets, her breathing uneven as I pushed her further. She was breaking, piece by piece, and I couldn’t look away. When she finally gave in, her body arching under my touch, I leaned down, my mouth brushing against her ear.

"You’ll beg me to take you," I whispered, my voice low, but holding a promise. "And when you do, it’ll be because you can’t stand wanting me anymore."