Alessandro |18+|

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ALESSANDRO

I peeked around the opened door, knocking once to let Aria know I was entering. She was standing in front of the mirror, focusing on putting her earrings in.

My eyes went straight to her ass, covered in a short and red dress. The material was tight, stretching around her hips and my gaze shifted to her bare legs. She had heels on her feet – the ones she told me she liked and I had it delivered the next day. It was pretty.

I took a deep breath in, leaning against the doorframe because I could already feel my stress levels rising. It pained me how beautiful she was.

"Stare at me or help me zip this?" she asked, looking at me through the mirror.

"Stare at you," I replied, crossing my arms.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "We're going to be late."

"I don't care," I said, leaning my head to the side to soak in every part of her. Aria turned around—and her cleavage almost had me falling to the ground. 

I groaned, holding onto the frame and Aria's chuckle turned into a laugh. Then, she put her hands on her hips and I dropped my head, letting out a heavy exhale.

"Carlo cares. Come on, it's his birthday," she explained, giving me a look and I practically glared at her.

"Carlo can wait," I said, pushing myself off the frame to approach her. She faced the mirror again, showing me her bare back and she flicked her hair over one shoulder.

I bent down, giving her a kiss on the tattoo at the nape of her neck. She smiled at me through the mirror—and I couldn't resist giving her another kiss on her shoulder while my hands went to her waist.

"Do you like it?" she asked, referring to her silk dress.

"Let me show you how much I like it," I whispered, letting my teeth graze over her soft skin.

I would have loved to fuck her in that dress—right there, in front of that mirror. The thought had me tightening my lips together, an attempt at stopping myself from pulling her dress up to her waist and bending her over.

Aria chuckled and leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck and I let my lips caress the spot underneath her ear.

"We're going to be so late, Sandro," she said, but her sentence stammered midway. I smirked against her, stepping closer until my crotch met her ass and I heard her intake a quick breath.

"Does it matter?" I asked, sliding my hands from her waist to her hips. Her eyes were dropped low, her lips shaped into a sultry smile and I saw the contemplation on her face.

It disappeared immediately when she glanced at the watch on my wrist. 

"Yes, it does. I don't want to arrive late and have everyone's eyes on us, Sandro," she said, turning around in my hold and I felt her wrap her arms around my waist. Aria had to strain her neck to look up at me and she puckered her lips for a kiss that I wasn't hesitant to give her.

My hands rested on her cheeks as I bent down to give her what she wanted. It was soft, and the way it felt had me wanting more. My hands slid around her back, finding the zip and I secured in place while my lips never left hers.

She moaned a 'thank you,' and I liked how it sounded. I grunted—so unbelievably infatuated with the woman before me that I couldn't think straight.

"Put this on for me," she said, pulling my lower lip between her teeth before letting go entirely. She was holding a small blade in her palm.