Anastasia by A. Marie

Valentino

Ihad visualized having Anastasia in so many ways, but I never pictured it like this. After I had lost count of how many different positions I had her in, she fell asleep. I gazed at her face as her full lips parted in the sexiest way. Her arm subconsciously wrapped around my waist as her face buried itself into my neck. She let out the calmest sigh against me.

My mind was hazy as I replayed our previous events over and over. I never would’ve anticipated her to be such a freak. My hand caressed her soft hair that always managed to smell like vanilla. She moved closer to me, and I trailed my hand lower from her hair and over to cup her ass. It might be attached to her, but it was all mine.

My other hand moved over to the other side of me to switch off the light. When I was back in position, my eyes trained themselves on the ceiling.

Grabbing Anastasia, I placed her head on top of my chest before allowing my hand to wander up from her ass to her waist, where I held her against me.

Once again, I found my way through her hair as I thought about what my mother would think of her. She’d probably say she was beautiful with a personality that kept me in check, and I’d agree.

Everything was always so unexpected when it came to the blonde-haired Australian. She was amusing. The only thing I disliked was her love-sick doctor, who must’ve not understood me when I told him to back off. It seemed like I would have to pay him another visit.

“Alex,” she whispered, her hold on me tightening.

I froze before glancing down at her, knowing exactly who she was calling for…her sister.

As strong as Anastasia seemed, she was delicate. Like a glass, one drop and she’d break, but the pieces of broken glass were ready to pierce skin and leave someone to bleed.

Before I allowed exhaustion to take over, I made a promise to myself. Yes, I let my mother go, and I let my sister go, but Anastasia would forever and always stay.

* * *

After waking up,I quickly realized Anastasia was still sleeping peacefully on top of me. I quietly picked her up and laid her on the other side of the bed before going into the shower. Mist danced around me as I stepped underneath the spray of water. My hand went up to run through my hair. Then, I felt arms wrap around my waist.

Turning around, my eyes met the blue crystal stare of Anastasia. I wrapped my arm around her neck before pulling her into my chest.

“I want you right here,” I said.

Her eyes looked up into mine before grabbing my shampoo and placing it in her hands. I watched as she lathered it in her hair.

“I’m sore,” she said.

“Aw, did I make my Bambolina sore?” I asked sarcastically before snatching my shampoo from her hands and placing it in my own. She narrowed her eyes at me as she began to rinse her soapy hair.

When she was finished, I grabbed her by the arm and placed her outside of the shower. She let out a huff of annoyance, but I was too busy to be distracted with her. It was already bad enough I spent the whole night in bed with her instead of worrying about Dmitri. I was scared that if she looked at me too long, I would fuck her and never stop.

“You are such an asshole,” she groaned.

I listened to her walk away as I continued to shower, but I knew she hadn’t left because the door still remained closed. Rolling my eyes, I prepared for her to throw a tantrum.

“I bet Jacob wouldn’t mind letting me shower with him,” she pointed out. Her words were constantly replaying in my mind, pissing me off repeatedly.

I stepped out of the shower and narrowed my eyes. I noticed that she had already wrapped herself up in a towel.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I asked.

She bit down on her lip as her blue eyes pierced into mine with her head held high. “I said that I bet Jacob wouldn’t mind letting me shower with him.”

I snatched her towel off before dragging her back into the shower. Slamming her against the shower door, I grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the wall. All I could see was red as I looked down at her.

“You think you’re sore now?” I asked before bringing my face close to her own. She didn’t say anything as her eyes continued to focus on mine. ‘Wait until you feel this.”

Turning her around, I bent her over. My hands were already in her hair as I pulled her toward me, leaving her back to arch.

“Val―”

I reached over and grabbed her throat just as I entered her raw. Her pussy hugged me tightly as I pumped into her.

“Oh,” she began to moan, but I cut her off by smacking her juicy ass that belonged to me. Not Jacob, not even the thirsty men at my club, but me.

“Shut the fuck up!” I ordered.

She turned her head a bit to look at me from over her shoulder. With a smirk on my face, my hand came down onto her ass once again, only harder. She flinched slightly, but bit down on her lip to keep from saying anything else.

I was rocking in and out of her body way harder than I had ever fucked anyone before. My anger consumed me, and her pussy was my only outlet. I could feel her knees beginning to grow weak, so I lifted her up against the glass and continued fucking her sweet pussy from behind. Again, my hand came down to smack her ass over and over until my hand was stinging.

When I looked down at my work, a grin formed on my face at the sight of the red handprint on her bottom.

Turning her around, I lifted her, so her legs were wrapped around my waist.

I bit down on her lip before my hand trailed up her body to her nipple. I pinched her flesh before twisting it. Moving down her body, my teeth clamped down onto her nipple before my tongue swirled around it to soothe it.

Soon, I could feel her walls clamping down on me as she came. It didn’t take long to feel my balls tighten up.

Pulling out of her, I emptied myself on the shower floor. I put her down and returned to washing myself as if nothing had happened. She was still catching her breath as she leaned against the glass shower walls.

When I finished bathing, I turned toward her and planted a kiss near her ear. “Think about that when you shower with Jacob.”

Without another word, I exited the shower, allowing the door to close behind me.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I left her by herself in the restroom and headed toward my closet choosing my usual attire. When I finished putting on my suit jacket, she walked out of the restroom with a towel wrapped around her.

I knew she was hurting from the way she walked over to the bed.

“You can leave the room when you feel better, but you need to be back by the time I’m done with business,” I said before walking over to her. She smelled like me and I loved the scent on her.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she muttered before lying down in my bed. A chuckle left me at the look on her face. She looked like she’d lost her favorite puppy, and it was quite humorous, as she seemed to really enjoy what we were doing moments ago.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

I touched her bare ass, only for her to flinch in pain. It felt like her skin was heating up against my palm.

“Kiss me,” I ordered.

When she didn’t bother to make a move, I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. My lips met hers as her mouth opened, allowing me to explore. As her greedy tongue darted into my mouth, I slowly pulled away just to tease her.

“I’ll be back, Bambolina.” I smirked.

Trailing down the hall, I entered my office before shutting the door behind me. I sat down and opened a letter I had received from a worker of mine.

Suddenly, my office door opened, and my younger brother walked in. He seated himself down on the chair in front of my desk.

“When can I tell Orabella about her father?” he asked.

I noticed the looks he was giving the girl when they were together. Almost every second, he was right beside her. The way his guilt formed over his features didn’t go unnoticed. I hated how lovesick he was and it only grew with each day that passed.

“Later,” I muttered dismissively. If I didn’t love my brother, I would have told him never. I would have said that she means absolutely nothing to him, nor should she. I couldn’t understand how he could like a girl whose father was responsible for ruining our lives.

“Valentino, how long can you expect me to keep this from her?” he questioned.

“Excuse me, Vincenzo, I must’ve fucking stuttered so bad that you couldn’t understand me. I said you will tell her later. Do you want to jeopardize what we’ve been working on our entire lives? What happened to doing this for family, huh?” I questioned.

He clenched his jaw angrily before turning to look away from me.

“One day, I’m going to be done being your cover-up. I’m going to be done with this place and everything involved with you. I don’t even care about this damn plan, Valentino! You do! The truth is, I don’t even think this is about avenging our family. This is about you making up for being a fucking coward!” Vincenzo shouted angrily before walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

I stared at my door for I don’t know how long. Hurt enveloped me like a blanket. My own brother thought of me as some monster. My own brother who I raised with my bare hands, looked at me with hate. I let my gaze fall to my hands, where I found myself toying with a pen as his words replayed in my head over and over again.

This is about you making up for being a fucking coward.