Alessandro (Obsessed Alpha 6)

Chapter Four

Isabella

What started off as a bad start to my vacation morphed into a magical fairytale. Alessandro, made my heart slam into my chest when I found his eyes on me which seemed to be every second we were together.

He seemed too good to be true, but I needed whatever he wanted to give me. Even if it were a fling with a handsome, well-off Italian man who would forget me tomorrow. His voice sinfully sent my body craving things that I’d only read about. I never felt so turned on, in a church no less. I couldn’t wait to get out of it and to somewhere Alessandro could fulfill my needs.

When he kissed me, I nearly moaned aloud for everyone to hear. The echo was strong with the vaulted ceilings.

As we stepped out onto the steps, a black SUV pulled up and then Alessandro nodded and a man riding shotgun stepped out and opened the door. He helped me in and scooted in beside me. He spoke Italian to the driver which sounded perfect. He could be telling him he was about to dump me off the pier and I would have thought he talked about making love to me forever. It was just that sexy. This was my culture and I hardly knew a thing about it.

“So, where are you taking me?” I questioned, hoping that it was to bed where he could do more than just stare. Life was too short to hold back. I craved Alessandro more than I could imagine possible and if he wanted to have my pussy for dessert, I’d lay it open for him.

“It’s a surprise.”

“You’re not taking me somewhere to off me, are you?” I didn’t get that vibe from him, but a good looking man could be a serial killer just as easily as an ugly one.

“The only offing happening tonight is when I’m balls deep into your pussy getting us both off.” Shit, I should be terrified by his intentions, but instead, I let out a moan. He leaned in so they couldn’t hear us and whispered in my ear, “You want that don’t you, Isabella. You want to come for me before I fill you up with my seed.”

“I’m not on birth control,” I let slip without thinking.

He nipped at my neck before sliding his hand between my legs and cupping my pussy. He gave it a squeeze before letting go. He looked up at me and his eyes darkened. A look of triumph with a hint of smugness crossed his face. “Good. So by the time we wake up in the morning, my baby will be growing inside you,” he grunted, kissing my lips gently before sitting back to adjust his massive cock that was straining to come out of his pants.

The guys in the front who I’d completely forgotten about, said something to Alessandro.

“We’re here,” he said. They opened the door and he stepped out first. Just as he reached for me. The vehicle sped off, taking me with it.

“Isabella,” he shouted as he ran to me, but the vehicle picked up speed.

I looked out the back and another black truck scooped them up. “What are you doing?” I shouted at the driver, banging on the back of his seat.

Before I could react, he pulled a gun out on me, pointing it at my head. I duck and he shoots off a round against the seat, missing me, but making a statement, I hadn’t missed. “Now shut the fuck up stupid bitch.” His Italian accent was so thick that the words were muddled together, but the meaning wasn’t lost on me. I was going to die if I didn’t shut up and behave. He’d probably kill me anyway. At least I’d be with my parents.

He drove on, calling someone and shouting in Italian. I looked back hoping to see the black SUV following behind, but it had disappeared from us. I knew that Alessandro had been too good to be true. There was no way that he’d rescue me. We’d only met today. “Ha. Your prince charming couldn’t keep up. He might not even bother wasting money for a ransom. Maybe I’ll enjoy your pussy too and dump you into the ocean.”

He continued racing down the spiral road taking me along the coast. I wasn’t sure how to escape, but I knew I had to try. Shit. Silent tears ran down my face as I looked at the landmarks for reference. Suddenly, the truck came to an abrupt stop, slamming me against the back of the driver’s seat and then onto the floor. Figuring it was now or never, I reached for the handle. As I pulled it, the door opened roughly from the other side.

It was Alessandro. He pulled me out into his arms and over his shoulder, walking back to the other vehicle. “I’m so damn sorry, amore. Never again.” He kissed my hair and my temple over and over as he helped me inside the other vehicle. He closed the door and walked back over to the other SUV. Dragging the driver out by his head. My eyes stayed glued to the scene before me, afraid of what would happen to him if I didn’t.