Chapter 84
Alessandro's POV
I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Amelia was seated on the bed, her face pale. I chuckled when I remembered last night.
How I punished and made her pay for refusing to let me fuck her when I wanted to.
"Come here." I beckoned, signaling at her with my finger. She groaned, pulling the duvet to cover her body.
"I can't walk." She croaked and I smirked, picking up the hairdryer. "Come blow-dry my hair." I said, sitting in front of the vanity mirror.
Amelia rolled to the other side on the bed and screamed, "I said I can't walk. I can't even move!" She cried.
"Why can't you walk?" I asked, chuckling. "Did you sprain your ankle or something?"
She pulled the duvet away and sat up, rolling her eyes at me. "Are you serious right now? Argh, I hate you." She threw a pillow at me and I caught it even before it could hit my head.
"You keep screaming that I should fuck you more, make you orgasm. What could I have possibly done?" I shrugged, turning to look at her and when she saw my eyes were fixed on her breasts, she quickly covered them.
Fuck, these watermelons grow bigger every fucking day.
"You could have reminded me of the consequences of being too horny. You shouldn't have banged me that much. Ow, my pussy hurts." She sniffed.
"Stop being dramatic." I said, turning back to face the mirror. "I could get you ice to sooth the pain or perhaps I could give you some lick."
"You really are something else." I could feel her roll her eyes at me. "Even my titties hurt, you bit me so much. Were you that hungry?"
"How do you expect me to know what damage I've caused? Take the duvet off and let me see. Your nipples and pussy."
She threw another pillow and this time, I caught it again which got her angry. She managed to stand up and leaped towards where I was seated, before she could take further steps, she fell and I caught her in my arms.
Her eyes glistened with beautiful anger as I watched her blink like a siren. I pecked her on the forehead and shifted the duvet off her body.
"It's really….red." I shook my head as I took her boobs in my palm, "can I... squeeze them?"
"No…" she pouted, resting her head on my chest. "I just want sleep." She snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around my back.
Did she know what her nipples were doing to my chest right now?
Let's just not suck her for now. I really bit her so hard yesterday.
I placed on the bed and savaged her body with my eyes as she was naked. I could see the red marks on her ass cheeks. Those were the results of me spanking her while she screamed fuck me harder, Daddy.
At least I wasn't the only one at fault here.
I covered her with the duvet and patted her cheeks. "I'd get you some coffee. Don't sleep yet."
I brought her the coffee and I after watching her gulp it down, I tried to stand up but she pulled me by my arm.
"Stay with me, please."
I swallowed and adjusted the duvet to cover her properly. I wished I could stay but I have to meet my father and talk things straight with him.
"I have to get some things done. I promise I'd be back soon, okay?"
She nodded, "how's your...wound? Is it healed up yet?"
"Yeah, all thanks to you. As you can see I'm not wearing the bandage anymore." I grinned, tracing her fine chin with my thumb. "I'd go dress up now."
"Sandro." Her soft voice called as I stopped at the doorstep after dressing up. "I love you."
A stunned expression settled on my face and I beamed. "I love you more."
I just hope my reply doesn't make you too free with me, Ameila.
And...I pray I could be there to save your ass forever.
~You've skipped your therapy session for two weeks now, Mr DeMarco.~
It was a message from Mrs Jones, my personal doctor. I had chosen not to allow the DeMarco's family doctor to attend to me anymore. I didn't want father or any member of the family to know how worst my case had gone.
Thirty minutes later, I was at the dining room with my dad. As I stared at the chair opposite me, it reminded me of my mom. She used to sit there, Adelaide beside dad and Vanessa— my favourite sister beside me.
I remembered her cute smile, her gap teeth which always complimented her beauty.
: Shoot them, down!: The voice came ringing in my head, the chaos of the past slipping in.
"You're here." Father's voice broke the silence as he took his seat in front of me; mom's spot to be precise .
"Mm." I nodded, taking a sip of the juice the maid had served cause I knew I had a long way to go here.
"Have you ever thought of shielding the family's legacy for once?" Father's voice was rigid and cold and the scowl on his face reminded me of so many years without a loving and understanding father.
He was just too selfish and self-centred which were also part of what made me lost my mom and precious little sister.
"I'm telling that bitch would cause a lot of trouble and you don't even care to listen to me?" He yelled.
My fists tightened around the glass in my hand. I had known he was going to throw tantrums.
"Amelia is my business, dad." I seethed, my teeth grinding together in provocation. "She had always been right from the start and you should keep it that way. There's no way I'm going to get rid of her. Never!"
He scoffed, his eyes flashing with impatience. ", isn't it so simple? I've always told you not to defy my orders because it would bring problems and right now I can smell it! The Vincenzos are coming and trust me they're trouble."
"I love, Amelia, dad." I confessed, maybe that'd stop him from being too adamant. "I have caused so much damage to her life already. I can't hurt her further."
"What stupid love is that!" He spat, his words dripping with venom. "Feelings aren't allowed in this world of ours son. We kill and nothing stops us."
"Did you think of these when you did the matchmaking between Regina and I?" I asked, my jaw tightening in vexation. "I understand you're trying to protect your legacy but you could just leave this to me. I've always done what you wanted but not on this, father. No, I'd disobey you. Let the Vincenzos come."