Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

9. Sparks and Marks

"I do it often, it's part of what I do." his eyes run across my body taking in my appearance before coming back up to meet my gaze "You spilled some on the floor, you should clean it up." I raise a challenging eyebrow at him before downing the rest of my drink slamming the glass down on the counter. "I was going to clean it anyways, I dont need you to tell me what to do." his face splits shooting his award winning smile at me. For the first time my eyes begin to travel down his bare torso stopping at the crotch of his sweatpants hanging off his hips. "Katerina." he snaps catching my attention "I'll clean it." I snarl grabbing a paper towel "No, that's one of the best bourbons out there.. dont waste it." his joking.. right? "what exactly do you want me to do Alessandro?" his smile quickly forms into a sly smirk "get on your hands and knees and lick it up like a good little pet." My eyes grow wide in shock. 

"Not a chance." I chuckle shaking my head "either you do it or I shoot my thick load on the floor for you to lick up instead" my smile drops at the sentence "Fuck you" I snarl.. I have a feeling he's not letting me out of here until I've done one or the other so now just to determine which one is more degrading. " You have, and im sure you're just waiting for the next chance you have to do it again." My gaze is glued to his as I lower myself to the ground, getting on my hands and knees in front of the spilled bourbon; his thick arms cross over his chest with a smug smirk spread across his face. I'm thankful that the floor is freshly sanitized every morning and evening, making this less repulsive yet still fully degrading. My lips come to the puddle slurping it up until I can't anymore, leaving the floor damp from the spill. His hand is out for me to take, but I'll be damned. My hand flicks against his, swating it away before lifting myself off the ground and back to my feet.

Alessandros eyes burn bright with frustration and something else that I'm not too familiar with... His phone rings loudly, echoing throughout the kitchen, but his gaze stays on me, letting it ring for a moment before finally picking it up. "che cosa?!" (What?!) He snaps, the sound of the man on the other end trembling at the sound of his voice has my fresh panties soaking for Alessandro " Sventra quel figlio di puttana e non andartene finché non sarà schizzato sui fottuti container" (Gut the motherfucker and don't leave until he's splattered across the fucking shipping containers) well I guess they caught him.. I'd say poor Andrei, but he never listened, especially when I'd warn him about people like Alessandro.. unforgiving. I wonder if he even feels remorse or if he can even love someone correctly.  'I don't do faithful husband.' his words ring through my head, drying my panties in an instant. He's just a guy I'm shackled to, but I don't have to be shackled and lonely. "Where'd you go, Piccola?" Alessandro asks with furrowed eyebrows."I should go to bed. It's late, and you should too." I whisper before attempting to walk past him.

His hand comes up to my arm, stopping me with a light grip. "I don't know what you were thinking about, but I don't like that look on your face, Katerina." He whispers leaning into me bringing our lips inches from one another "I told you, I want a faithful husband and if I can't have that then I won't bother seeing you as a husband at all." His grip looses, giving me space to slip past him. That line needed to be drawn.. even if everything inside me is begging me to turn around, I can't.. maybe Dimitry had a point.

The next morning, my energy is lower than low, considering I only slept four hours, and that's with waking up every so often to toss and turn. The line I drew last night with my ruthless husband needed to be drawn, but why do I feel so.. off about it? I decided on a black v cut crop top with torn black skinny jeans. My hair is pulled back into a half up half down look with light winged eyeliner. When I finally make my way down to the kitchen for breakfast, everyone is already seated, but no one is eating.

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence." Alessandro says sarcastically, waving his hand off towards me, bringing everyone's attention to me."Eat." I command as I take my seat next to my husband at the end of the table."You heard her." Alessandro snarls at everyone, making them avert their eyes . Maddie serves my plate with a warm smile that I return before taking a sip of my fresh coffee. "Capo, Mariana called. She said she'd like to set up an appointment with you tonight." Who the fuck is Mariana? "Fine. Tonight, at six and nothing later or earlier." Alessandro says with a dismissive wave towards his men . "Micalo, you know what we need." Micalo is quick to leave the table with a few others following close behind.. it's only ten am how the fuck are they ready to go so early on no sleep and no food? "I'll be home late," he murmurs, taking a bite of his bacon, "so I heard." I murmur, taking another sip of my coffee," I'm going to the coffee house. Now that you're back, I can finally get back to it." His eyes travel down my body drinking me in

"Do you plan on being good, or are you planning on seeing someone you shouldn't?"  I shrug, staring down into my dark coffee."Who knows, I'm a little lonely, so I could really use the company." His fingers come up to my chin, turning my face, bringing my eyes to his."If you see him, I'll kill him right in front of you. Don't test me, Piccola." My heart begins to flutter in my chest, but with a quick thought of 'Mariana,' my mind is swept clean. "I'm sure you'll be too busy, Alessandro." His grip tightens, bringing my lips inches from his. "got something to say, piccola? Huh?"  The room has cleared by now, leaving us alone in our own bubble."I want a faithful -" he cuts me off with a grunt "enough with that, eh? I already told you my answer."  My hands find their way to his prying them from my face and before my thoughts could catch up with my body I'm crawling onto hid lap until I'm straddling him bringing my arms around his neck "why do you need so many? Why can't one be enough for you?" His hands slide up my thighs resting on my hips.

"I don't do love or any of that bullshit. It makes you weak, it gets people killed, and it gets you hurt and killed, so I prefer to stay clear-headed." Mmm, clear-headed something that's really hard to have even when I'm pissed at him. " So you're okay with me sitting on someone else like this?" Even when he's with her, I want to be in his head. Stuck like he is in mine. "I don't give a fuck about who or what you do as long as it's not with an enemy or embarrassing to the family." Well I see how valuable I am to him. "You're okay with your wife's mouth wrapped around another mans cock? What if it was with one of the main men?" His hands fall to my ass giving it a tight squeeze "enough." He snaps, tugging me against his chest. " If you got something to say, then say it before it's too late." Our lips glide against one another, zapping my skin with a bolt of energy giving my body the buzz it's begging for."I already told you what I want." I whisper against his lips before prying my body from his. "I'll see you when I see you." I murmur, but before I can make my escape, a strong hand wraps firmly around my wrist." The family is having the annual masquerade ball, so Micalo will be taking you to get a dress. Try to dress like a queen, not like an escort."

A/N:
Hey! I'm glad you've made it this far in the book. I won't be editing the chapters before uploading, I plan to edit later. I'm in the process of buying my first home, so it'll be a busy month for me, so just bear with me with the sporadic chapters 🖤 just for now.