♥ Chapter 56 ♥

Alessio Vecchio.

I never thought I would resort to drinking and smoking because I had to spend two weeks away from Isabella. To avoid having to go after her, I decided to focus intensely on work. I spent the whole week collecting debts, keeping track of drug exports, trying to keep my mind occupied and away from her. There were moments when the thought of using drugs to calm down crossed my mind, but I knew that this could lead to an addiction, so I just stuck to cigarettes and drink.


Cigarettes offered temporary relief, a momentary escape from the torment I felt. Alcohol burned my throat, but the pain of its absence persisted. Each day, the anguish increased, and I needed an outlet to channel my frustration.


I spent a lot of time taking my toll on a punching bag, blow after blow, trying to expel the anger and despair. Who would have thought that one day I would be so beside myself because of a woman? Isabella had infiltrated my heart and mind in a way I never thought possible. She was my weakness, my obsession, and being away from her was slowly destroying me, taking away the control I had always valued.


Isabella, the woman who made me feel vulnerable, broke down my defenses and made me crave something beyond power and control. It was clear that she was more than just an obsession; she was my need, my curse and, paradoxically, my redemption.


I admit that I was consumed by fear, an irrational fear that Isabella might be betraying me. I know her personality and I know that, deep down, she would never do that, but this doubt persisted in my mind. Furthermore, I even had a dream in which she was cheating on me with another man, and that thought disturbed me in a way I couldn't ignore. My sanity seemed to be slipping away, and Isabella had touched me in a way that no one else could.


I confess that, after this nightmare, I considered checking what she was doing, but I quickly surrendered to drink and cigarettes in the hope of finding some temporary relief. My mood became rougher and more uncontrollable than usual, a direct consequence of my growing insecurity and my inability to deal with the anxiety that overwhelmed me.


Just yesterday, I almost lost control and killed Dante for having the audacity to comment that I was overdoing it on the drinks. I only didn't do it because Saulo and Cezar stopped me in time. Anger is taking over me more and more, and I feel like I'm on the verge of losing my mind. The control I used to have is slipping through my hands.


I need her. I need to smell her, feel the warmth of her body against mine. When Lim called to tell me that she had finally returned to the mansion, I immediately dropped everything and went to meet her, without thinking about anything else. The desperation to have her back was all that mattered at that moment.


When I saw her, I felt a mixture of anger and relief. The anger at her for driving me away was mixed with an indescribable relief at having her back. When she told me why she had left me, I realized that perhaps all the suffering had been worth it. I was mesmerized by her dance, the graceful movements of her body, her seductive face and her expressions that brought me intense pleasure, something I had never experienced before. Isabella had me in her hands, and I was completely at her mercy in a way I had never imagined possible.
I couldn't help myself and kissed her. The moment our lips touched, all the anger that had built up in me dissipated. My hands couldn't move away from her body, and my lips couldn't stop kissing her. The urge to fill her, to be inside her, consumed me completely, leaving me unable to explore her body as before.


Every touch, every kiss, was like rediscovering paradise. I was desperate for her, more than I had ever been for any other woman. The intensity of our reunion, the way our bodies fit together perfectly, was a visceral reminder of how much I needed her and how much she meant to me. Isabella was my drug, my addiction, and nothing else mattered at that moment.


"We're not done yet, my queen. Once won't satisfy me." I whisper in a hoarse voice.


Seeing her so exposed to me is wonderful. I'm going to take all my frustrations out on sex, and she's going to have to put up with it, because this time, I'm not going to stop. I want her in a way that I've never wanted anyone, and I want her to feel every part of that desire, to know how much it's affected me.


Looking into her eyes, I see the same desire reflected. Isabella knows what's coming and she's ready. I really hope she's ready, because I won't stop.


'' Go wash up, my queen. Since I'm calmer, I want to taste you. '' I say, licking the back of her neck and pulling away from her.


I realized I wasn't the only one anxious, it seems she's also anxious to enjoy our moment. I see her get off the bed and quickly go to the bathroom, which makes me smile, because I'm not the only one who missed her. My body is hot, the excitement doesn't subside for a second.


She came back with a wet body, and I ran my tongue over my lips.


"Come on, precious." I called out, making her sigh.


As soon as she got close to me, I quickly laid her down on the bed and, without wasting any time, spread her legs and licked her throbbing pussy, making her moan.


'' Alessio… Ah. '' I slide my hands down to her breasts and massage them while sucking on her intimacy.


Her moans intensify, every sound she makes fuels my desire. I feel her skin crawl under my hands, and the way she writhes tells me I'm on the right track. With every lick, every suck, I want to push her to the limit, I want her to feel how much I want her, how much she's mine.


She pulls on my hair, moaning my name over and over again, and I can't help but smile with satisfaction. The sensation of having her under my control, of being the source of her pleasure, is intoxicating. I keep increasing the pace, feeling her arousal grow until she explodes into a climax, her body trembling beneath me.


I raise my head, watching her as she tries to catch her breath, a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips.


''That was just the beginning, Isabella. '' I murmur, kissing the inside of her thighs softly. ''This is still a long night, and I intend to enjoy every second of it.