Alceu

Chapter Fifteen

Giulia

There must be something wrong with me. I never thought I was cut out to be a mob wife, but the longer I am around Alceu, the more I realize I couldn’t have been more wrong. The strength he radiates pulls me toward him. The violence he is capable of turns me on. And to see him kill a man with his bare hands has my pussy weeping.

But when he tells me that a man died because he was lusting after me, my knees nearly give out. Alceu watches me, likely trying to find a sign that I may be lying to him. But I’m not, and I need to prove the point to him. Removing my hands from his neck, I reach behind my back and release the string that holds my bikini top to my torso. I discard the scrap of green material to the floor.

Alceu watches me with hooded eyes as I reach down and undo the ties on my bottoms as well before spreading my thighs even wider. The cool air rushes across my overheated sex, and I moan. I didn’t know someone doing something so violent would trigger me. I have never been hornier in my fucking life. Lying flat on his desk, I wait for him to make the next move.

Being aroused by the murder of a man may be something Alceu can’t handle. Maybe there is something fundamentally wrong with me. I should seek out psychiatric help.

I don’t have time to think about how fucked in the head I am when Alceu slams his rigid cock into me, tearing a scream from my lungs. His hips piston into me so hard I know I won’t last long. Looking at him, I see he is still fully dressed. White dress shirt with his burnt-orange tie thrown over his left shoulder, his black dress pants hanging around his thighs.

Being spread out naked on his desk while he is still fully clothed makes this even more arousing. Alceu wanted me so badly he couldn’t even wait to get his clothes off. His hand circles my throat, applying pressure.

“Giulia,” he growls, hips still pistoning. “I will kill a million men for you.”

“Alceu,” I mewl.

“I am never letting you go. Do you understand?” He stares directly into my eyes.

“Yes,” I reply. “Please.”

“Please what, wife?” he asks with a smirk.

“Make me yours, forever,” I beg loudly, making sure he hears every word.

Alceu stops abruptly, removing his cock from my heat completely. Have I said something wrong? Isn’t that what he wanted to hear? I couldn’t stop myself. I want to be his forever. Before I can find the words to set this right, Alceu flips me over, pulling my arms tightly behind my back. He doesn’t touch me gently. No, Alceu handles my body with the roughness that he does everything else, and I fucking love it.

Lifting my torso from the desk, he turns me toward the window and propels me forward until my breasts are squished against the glass pane. Using his other hand, he tilts my hips back and slams into me again.

“Alceu,” I yell.

“Look at the man lying beside the pool. I didn’t even know his fucking name, and he lost his life for looking at you in a way I didn’t agree with,” he says into my ear. “No other man will ever touch you, ever feel this tight pussy wrapped around him. I will kill any man who thinks to take what is mine.”

My pussy contracts around his cock, a moan slipping from his lips. I can’t believe this is turning me on, but it is. His harsh rasp promises the death he will deal, the violence he barely holds back. All these things push me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Alceu is just as fucked in the head as I am, and I love it. His thrusts are deep and even, as though knowing I want to be his has calmed his inner beast.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, no man will ever doubt who you belong to. And then I’m going to put my child in your womb so you can never leave me.”

My orgasm slams into me as he speaks those words. My knees give out under me as I scream his name louder than I ever have before. Alceu catches me easily before striding around his desk to sit in his big, leather chair.

As I straddle his lap, he holds my hips in a bruising grasp, his hips thrusting into me again. My torso is pressed flush with his clothed chest. I can’t handle having something separating us at this moment. I need to be skin to skin with him because even in my orgasm-addled mind, I know this is a turning point for us. After today, nothing will ever be the same again.

Gripping both sides of his dress shirt, I pull with all my might, sending buttons flying in all directions. Alceu growls before fusing his lips to mine, kissing me passionately, and stealing the breath from my lungs.

Another orgasm sweeps through me, my body convulsing in his arms. Alceu thrusts into me harshly before growling out lowly as his orgasm rushes through him too. Laying my head against his chest, I try to get my breathing under control. Neither of us speaks or moves for the longest time.

Someone knocks on his office door, and I try to extract myself from his hold, but Alceu holds me tightly to him.

“Fuck off, I’m busy,” he calls out.

“But—” Stefano replies.

“I don’t care what the fucking problem is. Deal with it. Kill, bribe, or bury someone. Leave me alone,” he replies.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I chuckle softly. “Business first, Alceu. It could be important.”

He stares down at me with hunger in his eyes, and I know he wants to go for another round. But he also knows I’m right. So, he gives in.

“Give me five fucking minutes,” he gripes at Stefano through the door.

“I don’t think he’s going to wait for five minutes,” comes the reply from Severu.

“Who?” I ask before Alceu can.

“Salvador.” Both brothers reply in unison.

Alceu growls below me, trying to stand up, but I push down with all my might. I know he could have stood up easily, but he’s allowing me to keep him in place, waiting to see what I’m planning.

“How long has he been here?” I ask.

“He’s driving up now,” Severu replies.

“Good. Have him shown to the kitchen. Rosa can make him some coffee while he waits. Tell him Alceu is in a meeting and will be out shortly. He needs ten minutes.”

No one argues as their footsteps fade down the hallway.

“What is the plan then, wife?” Alceu asks with curiosity in his gaze.

“You’re on edge waiting for him to make a move. I don’t know why the fuck he’s here, but I do know this is the perfect opportunity to push him into making a move, maybe even making a mistake.” I roll my hips forward as I speak.

I can already feel Alceu hardening inside me.

“And how would you like to accomplish that, Giulia?” Alceu asks as he starts to thrust into me in short strokes.

“Let me show you.” I smile devilishly.