Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida

ChapterTwelve

With Drake’skiss lingering on her lips and her panty-less core still drenched and clenching from his dirty words, Alessandra watched her husband command the courtroom again. Her fantasy about him treating her as a hostile witness and bending her over the witness stand to fuck her was a favorite. She was shocked when Drake revealed he had the same fantasy, and it made her tingle all over again. Alessandra would've encouraged Drake to continue if his alarm hadn’t forced them to stop. Granted, a courthouse bathroom wasn’t the appropriate setting for them to consummate their marriage.

Luca slipped into the seat beside her and gripped her hand tightly. Being in a courtroom didn’t guarantee safety, but she’d be damned if he frazzled her.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Alessandra. Your father is not pleased by your little display in court, nor am I. Although, I must say you do look ravishing. We can play a little if you’d like. No one will notice if I slip my hand up your skirt.” He put his hand on her bare thigh.

“Leave me the hell alone,” she hissed and attempted to pull her hand away, but Luca gripped tighter. She bit back a yelp.

“Listen here, little bitch, you belong to me! Tony promised you to me before he married you to that fucking suit, and I plan to collect.”

“We’ve been here before, Luca. You know Papà will never let us be together. He’s the one who tore us apart. Don’t believe him now.”

“He named me heir to the family. It changes everything now. I want you, Alessandra. I’ve always wanted you.” His hand moved higher, and Alessandra slapped it.

“But Marcello—”

“—Is a Mamaluke.” Luca chuckled. “Tony is demoting him after his cockup.”

“How can a man be so cruel to his own children? Marcello wouldn’t be in this courtroom if he weren’t forced to burn that warehouse down.”

“Make Drake sign the divorce papers,” Luca said.

Alessandra shook her head stubbornly. “No. I’m not divorcing my husband.”

Luca leaned in and whispered in her ear, “If you don’t get him to sign, I’ll make you a widow. And when I reclaim you, I won’t be gentle. You’ll be pregnant with my son before the year is done.”

Alessandra trembled at his words, feeling just as helpless as she had at eighteen. He turned her hand over, drawing attention to the scar on her wrist. The pain was unbearable, leaving a permanent reminder of how evil men could be.

She blinked back tears. “Don’t you dare threaten him, Luca! Drake’s a good man. I’ll make sure he signs the papers. We were only putting on a show for court.”

“Tell that to the fucking hickey on your neck. You let him mark you. Did you let him fuck you, too?” Luca spat venomously when Alessandra covered her neck. “You accused your father in open court, Alessandra. Do you realize how poorly this reflects on him? That went on the record. We’ll have to bribe the court clerk to make the transcript disappear.”

“That sounds like your problem. I’m not a Russo anymore. I’m Mrs. Drake Walker now. My father saw to that.” She yanked her hand roughly from Luca’s grip, bracing herself for what he would say next.

Luca delivered the blow with a smirk. “Why do you defend him, Alessandra? You know he can’t stand you. He’s just using you as a revenge fuck against his ex. You’re dumb enough to think you’re special. You’re just a desperate, sad, little girl looking for love. News flash, sweetheart, he’ll never see you as more than a pair of tits and ass while it lasts.

“At least with me, you’ll know where you stand. I’m capo bastone now, don’t forget. Being my wife won’t be so bad as long as you mind yourself. With you by my side, the Russo legacy will be stronger than ever.”

Believing in the possibility that Drake could love her might be a childish flight of fancy, but Alessandra had clung to it. Luca said everything she knew deep down was true. The excitement she felt for the date Drake promised was now long gone.

She’d never be free as long as demands were made of her. Loyalty was expected from her, but no one reciprocated in kind. Drake was still her best chance at self-discovery. It felt wrong giving him the papers, but now it was the safest thing for him.

“There, there. There’s no need to get upset, poppet. It’s how this game’s played. You’ve seen it firsthand. Make sure Drake signs the papers. You’ve got one week.”

As though sensing Alessandra’s distress, Drake glanced over his shoulder and immediately glared daggers at Luca. Luca locked eyes with Alessandra and shot a finger gun in Drake’s direction with a wink. The gesture drove the seriousness of his threat home.

The remainder of court went by unremarkably, not that Alessandra was emotionally inclined to pay attention. The judge ordered a continuation, and another court date was set. Marcello was led away in handcuffs, waving gently at her. She stood ramrod straight, not looking at her father, waiting for him to exit first.

Drake tried to take Alessandra’s hand, whether as a small comfort or part of the show, she didn’t know. She shrank into herself. They returned to the penthouse in tense silence after multiple attempts of engagement by Drake had failed.

What had once felt inviting now felt like a prison sentence of its own volition. Alessandra longed to be anywhere else. Drake stepped closer to her, and it was all she could do not to fall apart.

“Talk to me, Alessandra. Tell me what’s wrong. What did that stronzo say to you?”

“Like you care. I’m done with these games, Drake. You have the papers. Please just sign them.” It was easier to be angry than face the truth.

Drake grabbed Alessandra’s forearms and pulled her close. “What the fuck are you talking about? I thought we decided to make this work. You’re the one sending mixed signals now. I was there in court when you begged me to kiss you. You certainly allowed me to make you come in that bathroom. I promised to protect you, but you need to be honest with me so I can.”

She laughed shrilly and thrust her arms out of his grasp to put distance between them. “You think you can lecture me on honesty? Pot meet kettle.”

Drake stepped closer to Alessandra, causing her to jump back. He stalked closer, licking his lips. He was the predator, and she was the prey. She searched wide-eyed for an escape route and failed. It was already too late. He had her back against the wall.

“That’s right, bella. There’s nowhere left to go. Now, look at me.”

Alessandra wanted to defy him, but he was too close. His woodsy scent threatened to choke her, and she longed to bathe in it. Drake roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.

“Tell me what’s changed. Is a divorce what you really want?”

But she didn’t get the chance to respond because he traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. Her knees trembled at his sensual touch. All Alessandra wanted was for him to end this conversation and punish her. She sucked the tip into her mouth, eliciting a groan from Drake. He fucked her mouth with his finger before withdrawing it with a pop.

“Answer me, Alessandra.”

Of course, she didn’t want to divorce. But she couldn’t ignore the truth in Luca’s words or Drake’s own admission. She would only be a sexual toy to be used and discarded by Drake until Luca claimed her for much worse.

Men like them would never change. But she would try desperately to twist herself into the mold they desired just for a single kernel of love. Hell, she’d take a microscopic crumb. The life she was raised in didn’t allow her higher value but to spread her legs for those her father deemed worthy.

She almost broke under Drake’s studious gaze, but her eyes shone with resolve. They were two people who barely tolerated each other and had no business being married. So why was she so inexplicably drawn to him? If staying married meant he was a target, that his life was in danger, didn’t he deserve better than that? She cursed her warped feelings and said the only thing she could.

“Yes, I’m done with this farce,” she hissed. “Sign the damn papers, Drake, and let’s move on. You can return to your life since it was much better before I came along.”

She attempted to duck under Drake’s arm, but he caught her and twisted her arm behind her back. Her breath caught in her throat as he forcibly pulled her flush against his hard chest.

She practically melted, feeling his warm breath on her neck. Alessandra’s thoughts scrambled around Drake. He knew which buttons to push to set her on edge. Shivers ran down her spine as Drake’s lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“I’m a possessive man, bella. If you wanted out, you shouldn’t have said ‘I do’. You’re my wife. We belong to each other. Stop fighting this. I know how much you want me.” He ground his erection against her ass. “Don’t you feel how much I want you?”

She whimpered at his words. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt absolutely right.

“Drake….” she mewled.

Drake lowered her hand over his pants. She grasped the stiff bulge, and he groaned as she squeezed. He wound his hand in her hair and pulled. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his lips on her neck.

“What do you want, Alessandra?” he whispered. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not in the mood to be gentle. I expect you to be obedient, not a brat.”

“I want to be yours, sir,” she replied.

Drake growled and tore her clothes off, not stopping until she was completely naked except for her Louboutins. He backed up, taking his warmth with him. Standing still was challenging since Drake always left her disoriented. Desperate to prove she was a good girl, Alessandra took a deep breath in an effort to calm her quaking hands and pushed her heels together.

Drake adjusted her hands behind her head, pushing her breasts up and out for his inspection. His foot tapped hers, and she widened her stance. A wolfish grin stretched across his face as he appraised her like a piece of meat. She had no doubt he could scent her arousal. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her. Her need was so desperate it verged on painful.

He continued his slow perusal, torturing her with an occasional brush of his finger across her burning skin. She was feverish and dripping by the time he stopped. It was impossible to hold back a yelp when he pinched one of her nipples, sending the pain to her throbbing core. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Drake!” she sobbed.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak. Walk toward the window and assume a punishment position.” Drake’s hand settled on her ass.

“But, sir, what if someone sees us?”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Alessandra. Let them see you.” He licked the shell of her ear. “I want people to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

Alessandra’s mouth went dry, but she obeyed. Her heels thudded on the wood floor as she walked to the panoramic window overlooking the Chicago skyline. She could even see the lake between gaps in the high-rises. She stood with her legs spread wide, back arched to present her bare ass to Drake, and crossed her arms on the cool glass.

Though she couldn’t see Drake, she heard the rustle of his clothes. He unfurled his tie before her face, letting her wonder what he had planned for only a moment.

“Open your mouth, gorgeous. You spoke without permission, so I will fill it for you.”

Alessandra obeyed, hoping the kiss-proof lipstick would fail and smudge his tie as he slid the smooth silk between her full lips. The idea of leaving him a reminder of their play turned her on. Drake’s fingers brushed her hair back to tie a tight knot.

He smacked her ass hard, and only a muffled cry escaped. His hand came down on the other cheek just as hard before he roughly palmed her ass.

“It’s an incredible view, isn’t it?” Alessandra was unsure if he meant her naked body in front of the window or the skyline itself. She secretly hoped he referred to her. “I’ve never fucked in front of this window before. It’s time we change that.”

If Alessandra could beg, she would. Her core clenched and her nipples tightened at the thought of him taking her. The wetness running down her inner thighs proved her readiness. She craved his crudeness, wondering if he intended to keep his promises. Drake reached around and palmed her breasts while biting her neck, sending more painful signals to her core.

He was teaching her everything about the kind of man he was. It was too much, and she brought her legs together to find some friction for herself.

“Naughty girl. Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself? Did you forget about the punishment you earned?”

He thrust his thigh between her legs, and she ground against it, leaving a streak of wetness on the cloth. She jolted as Drake spanked her multiple times. Then he reached around her body and flicked her clit before pinching hard. The stimulation was too much, and she came immediately. The tie in her mouth muffled her cries.

“Mmm.”

Drake’s arms were the only thing that kept her liquified body upright. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before disengaging himself. She was vaguely aware of him removing his clothes.

The hot length of Drake’s cock pushed against the crack of her ass. “You came so beautifully for me. Are you ready for your reward? I can’t stand another moment without my cock buried deep inside you.”

Still gagged, all she could do was nod her assent. Alessandra slowly swayed her hips to grind against Drake, but he yanked her head back quickly, causing her to arch, reminding her who was in charge. Nothing turned her on more than giving him the reins and having him set the pace.

He ran his large cock through her swollen folds, grinding himself against her. “You’re so wet, bella. I’m going to be able to slide right in.”

Drake withdrew, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper was barely audible over Drake’s heavy breath against her skin. “Are you ready, Alessandra?”

She moaned and nodded her head enthusiastically. Drake pulled her hands off the glass and trapped them behind her back. He forced her to spread wider with his thigh. He aimed at her center with one hand and thrust so deep with a single stroke their hips met.

Drake stilled only a moment before withdrawing and entering again with increasing force. He repeated multiple times until Alessandra’s head dropped back. She was entirely at her husband’s mercy with nothing to steady herself. He controlled her every move, and she was floating.

“You feel incredible, Alessandra. Your body was made for my cock. I can’t believe it took this long to be inside you.”

She couldn’t believe it had taken so long, either. Now that the moment had arrived, it didn’t disappoint. He was so big and fit perfectly inside her. Her body eagerly accepted him, recognizing this man was made for her.

His hips continued slamming against her ass, and she wanted to thank him for it. Her breasts swung like a pendulum as he rocked her back and forth. Occasionally he thrust her into the cool glass, and the lights beyond the window blurred.

“Are you thinking of how many people are watching you take my cock, bella? How many women wish they were in your place? How many men have their cocks in their hands imagining your tight wet body?” he growled as he rolled his hips. “This pussy is mine.Mine to fuck, mine to please. If I want to lick it for hours, you’ll be a good girl and lie on your back. If you feel needy, climb on my cock and ride it because it’s yours.”

His hips continued to snap, flesh against flesh. Alessandra sobbed through the gag as she edged closer to another orgasm.

“I want to hear you scream my name when you come.” Drake quickly yanked the tie from her mouth.

His pace became frenzied as he pushed so deep it was almost painful. Drake’s breaths became labored against her shoulder. Her core clenched around him.

“Drake! Drake! Drake!” she screamed as white-hot bliss tore through her. The city lights dulled as she collapsed against the window.

“Alessandra!” Drake’s head fell onto her shoulder as his cock twitched deep inside her.

Their heavy breathing fogged up the glass around their bodies. Drake kissed the side of Alessandra’s neck as he pulled out. He left Alessandra confused and naked, staring out the window. It was the best sex of her life, and she wondered if he felt the same.