*INNOCENT TEMPTATIONS || 18+ 🔞 🔞 🔞 🔞*
_Episode 38_
For the longest time, my theory on love has been conceptualized to be a feeling of overwhelming happiness. It’s the stolen glances across a room, when two souls intertwine and everything else seizes to exist. It’s the little things like paying attention to one’s likes and dislikes, miniscule personality quirks—like making a nervous habit out of biting your nails or sticking to unusual routines.
Love, in my eyes, is the sickest form of heartbreak when fate isn’t on your side. Fate decides whether you get your way or whether you don’t. We often believe bad things happen to bad people because they chose to live an immoral life. But that’s bullSh|t. Sometimes—there isn’t an incredible backstory as to how or why people behave the way they do. No justifications, nothing. People are just Sh|tty and that’s the way it is.
And then there’s me. I haven’t achieved anything incredible in my eighteen years, haven’t solved world hunger or cured cancer. I simply exist. And by luck or fate—wh@tëver, I managed to exist in the same timeline as Alexander Moritello. And if I happened to own a list of great achievements, that would be my very first one.
I would go through a thousand hardships if it meant I ended up in this room, with this man, in this exact same position. In my eyes, it was worth it all. Because in the end, what is love if not the journey of darkness until you reached the light together?
I took note of my surroundings immediately before opening my eyes, fully prepared to wake up alone. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the warmth of a body behind mine and short steady breaths against the nape of my neck. A heavy familiar arm was wrapped possessively around my waist. In his sleep, Alex ran his hands across the skin of my stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as he went. A sleepy smile spread across my face at the remembrance at how many countless hours his hands had traced my skin and how it had the same knee-buckling effect each time.
I shifted my body and pressed myself even closer to his figure, a sense of déjà vu passing through me. almost a month ago we were in this same position together. Except in a hotel, and not the comfort of his bed. We had come so far since then.
A part of me wondered if I should feel ashamed at everything I’d done with this man but I didn’t. I couldn’t force myself to. Not when he came into my life at the right time and slowly crept his way into my heart. More like Fuçked his way but, same thing.
Shifting out from under his arm, attempted to maneuver out of his hold but he had other ideas, pulling me even tighter towards him. He mumbled out a quick no when I tried to move again and I had to stop myself from cooing out loud at the adorable furrow in his brows.
I froze when there was a sudden break in his breathing and exhaled when he turned onto his back. I drank in the sight of his sleepy figure. The small pout on his full lips, releasing even breaths. The bridge of his nose, sitting between what were the most gorgeous eyes I had ever looked into. Above them, dark lashes curled naturally.
I tugged down the white sheet that clung to his hips and almost Mõ@ned at the sight of his chiseled figure bathed in the morning sunlight that wafted through the windows. Alexander may have been a thirty-four-year old man but his body was more defined than anyone else I’ve ever been with.
He looked almost unreal and I had to blink away my sleepiness to make sure that he actually was here and he was real, and thankfully—mine.
It took all of my strength to not reach down and drag my tongue along the ridges in his abdomen but I held back, wanting him to wake up inside my mouth rather than by teasing kisses.
I made room for myself between his legs—after admiring how well worked out they were—and teasingly traced his slight bulge with the tip of my fingernail, reveling in the way it twitched under my touch. I tugged down his briefs and placed sloppy pecks on the ridge of his d_1ck, watching as his breathing picked up.
With my eyes still on his face I took the entire length of him into my mouth. Almost immediately, he groaned and opened his eyes. I released him long enough to send a dizzying smile in his direction and winked before going back down on him.
“I must’ve been a Fuçking saint in my past life to deserve waking up like this.” I swallowed back a laugh at his statement and dragged my hand down the part of him I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hand was buried in my hair, tugging the strands into a makeshift ponytail and burying himself even deeper into my throat.
“Fuçk, Gianna.” I hummed pleasantly at his approval and removed him from my mouth with a soft pop sound. Alex th-ru_st his hips up, chasing my mouth and I denied him by placing wet kisses on every inch of him. I played that game for a few more seconds until he grabbed my hair and I knew he had enough of my teasing.
Tears burned in my eyes from the stinging in my scalp but I ignored it and kept him lodged in my throat. He would pull me up until only the tip sat in my mouth and I slipped my tongue through the tiny slit, Mõ@ning at the salty fluid I collected there.
“Fuçk, look at you.” He grunted, desperately chasing his 0rg@zm. “On your knees in front of me, taking my ÇOçk like you were Fuçking born for it.” The fire burning inside me only intensified at the look of lust within his eyes and a sense of pride washed through me knowing I was the lucky girl who got to keep this man satisfied.
And god, was he right. I was born to satisfy this man.
He pushed my head down until I gagged over his length, causing him to release a low growl which sent shivers down to my pu$$¥ which still trembled from how long he kept me up last night. I was convinced we made up new positions with how he bent be all over the surface of his shower. I shuddered at the memory.
I ran my tongue along the slit as he let me back up and the tingling sensation I felt only deepened with each Mõ@n he let out. Nothing had ever sounded as sëxy and appealing as hearing a grown man succvmb to his knees for you.
“Breathe through your nose, tesoro. That’s it, baby.” He instructed, noticing the tears in my eyes. I complied, and when he allowed me back up, I gasped for air before being shoved down again. It was intense and rough and raw as every sëxual encounter with Alex was and I loved every brutal second of it.
I went down one last time before a harsh grunt made its way through him and his hot cvm shot down my throat. I swallowed instantly, taking a second to cringe at the tangy taste.
I had no idea how women swallowed without wanting to throw up after. The idea that cvm actually tasted good had to have only been true in movies and books.
But, this was neither, so I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth to rid my mouth of the taste, not before hearing Alexander’s sleepy chuckles which brought a smile to my face.
*
Minutes later, I arrived back into the room, showered and ready for the day ahead. And by ready, I mean I slipped on one of Alex’s casual shirts which stopped mid-thigh. He stood in front of a large mirror, fiddling with a tie, the muscles in his back rippling with every movement. His tongue jutted out of his mouth in focus and I smiled at how adorable he looked. How could someone go from sëxy and dominating to Fuçking adorable in just a few minutes? Only Alex.
“Having trouble?” I asked, leaning against the wall. He turned to face me, a defeated expression on his face and I walked up to him, fixing the tie for myself. as I finished up the last knot, I felt his heated gaze on me and I looked up into those azure eyes that I had grown so accustomed to, and grinned. “What?” I stepped away from the warmth his body radiated but his hands stopped me, holding me close to his figure. “You’re mine now, yeah? like officially.” I wanted to point out the fact that he was technically still married but—minor details.
For as long as I’d known Alex, every time he spoke, it was with an undeniable confidence. but at this moment, I sensed the insecurity in his voice and wanted to laugh at how he could be unsure of my feelings for him.
“I was yours the second I walked into your home.” I reassured, allowing him to relax. “House.” he mumbled. “Since you walked into my house. it’s only a home now because you’ve made it that way in such little time.” Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill out at his confession.
When did I become so sentimental?
Being with Alex would come with a lot of complications, I knew that—yet it was a risk I was one hundred percent willing to take. I was young, some might say my decision made me naïve, but I couldn’t care less. I was old enough to know what I wanted at this man in front of me was exactly that.
I opted for giving him a shy smile in return and that seemed like enough for him. “I love the kids.” I told him, already wanting to see the little ones.
“They love you too. Hard not to.” I rubbed the rough stubble on his jaw with my thumb and pulled him into me, wanting nothing more than to stay in the warmth of his protective embrace. We hold onto each other so tight that I don’t know who is who holding who up but for a moment, I’m scared to let go. Terrified to open my eyes and find out that this was just some crazy dream and Alex isn’t really here.
But he is. Always has been and always will be.
“Alright I’ve got to run. I have a meeting in twenty minutes so I’ll be back in an hour.” He released me and took a step back, glancing at the time on his wrist. He had an apologetic expression on his face as if him going to work upset me. “I really wish I could call it off but—” I dismissed the sentence with a wave of my hand. “No, I’ll be fine. Go make million dollar deals.” I grinned up at him and his eyes softened. “I’ll have breakfast with me when I’m back so you can take your pills on a full stomach okay?” I immediately declined despite the fluttering in my stomach but he wasn’t having it.
“Nutella pancakes with strawberries and a blueberry bagel right?”
He remembered my order from the hotel. A heat enveloped my cheeks in remembrance of that weekend and by the sly smirk on his face, I knew Alex was thinking about our little room service escapade too.
“Are you feeling any better today? I hope I wasn’t too hard on you last night.” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of my overly long black hair behind my ear. I shook my head and smiled. “No. you were good, it was perfect.” I patted his chest lightly and stepped back watching a bright and beautiful grin illuminate his face.
“So how about that bagel?”
I nodded in confirmation and he lightly pecked my forehead before calling out one last goodbye and departing through his door. Lazily, I flopped back onto the comfortable bed and scrolled through a few texts from Celine.
I read over the conversation and chuckled lightly before throwing my phone onto some random spot on the bed and swinging my legs over the side of it. I took two steps at a time as I trailed downstairs and into the large the kitchen area after grabbing an interesting looking book from the vast range in the library. The kitchen was completely spotless as usual, as if no one used it regularly which was unsettling seeing as the room was packed with modern, state of the art appliances and a huge fully stocked fridge.
I grabbed a bottle of water and took one of my pills to lessen the headache I was starting to form then sat on one of the many stools surrounding the island in the middle of the kitchen and began to read the book I brought down. I only lasted around forty-five minutes before the front door opened and I instantly smiled. “Back so soon?” I asked, patiently waiting for the echo of Alex’s shoes against the tiled floors but it never came. Instead, I heard the distinct and familiar sound of heels strutting this way and the hairs on the back of my head stood in awareness. Sh|t.
“I Fuçking knew it!”
Sarah’s blotchy face came into view and I cursed inwardly at the sight of her. Gone were the tight dresses and obnoxiously short skirts—instead, she wore an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Who paired high heels with sweats? I had no idea. Her normal full face of make-up was completely bare—not including the red tear streaks.
Before I had the chance to do literally anything, she marched up to and I stood behind the island, attempting to forge a much needed barrier between us. “S-sarah, what are you doing here?” I asked, attempting to sound stronger than I actually felt. My head was still pounding and she was crazy enough to strike while I was vulnerable.
“This is my house! What are you doing here? Besides the obvious being a home wrecking whore!” her voice was shrill and did nothing to help the ache I was feeling. Usually, I’d be up for a spat with Sarah. I had a lot of pent up frustration and her being the cause of it all made her the perfect target, but right now I didn’t need to strain myself more.
I knew Sarah didn’t live here anymore. Alex told me he practically threw her Sh|t out yesterday and what a mess she was in because of it. I had no idea if she knew how her son was tied to me or if she was aware of his insanity—but judging by the feral look in her eyes, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“Sarah, I can explain-” I had no chance to finish my sentence before she was screaming at me again. I was thankful that she stuck to her side of the kitchen, luckily, I had the knives on mine in case she decided to attack me, I wouldn’t put that past her.
“Explain? Yeah, go ahead! Go right the Fuçk ahead. Explain to me how I invited you into my house to take care of my kids and you were whoring around my husband instead! Using him for his money like a true slut!”
I raised my hand to silence her and apparently the gesture seemed to work. Despite telling myself to stay calm, I couldn’t help the anger bubbling up inside of me. “First of all, I do not need your husband nor any man for money. This isn’t the 1950s Sarah—where I come from, women make their own money.” She scoffed irritably but I wasn’t done. “And second, it was never my intention to hurt you.” Which was the truth. Sarah was a Bîtch from the beginning but no one deserved to be cheated on, even though she’s a below average mother and was a pretty Sh|tty wife. For all I know, she could’ve been fooling around too and we had no idea.
“You’re disgusting. I might be able to forgive my husband but you are never allowed back onto our premises ever again. I will make sure of it.” She sneered, eyes so wide I could’ve sworn they were about to pop out.
That’s it.
“Alexander left you.” I practically screamed. “Should I say it Fuçking slower so you can get it through your thick head? He left you. That’s it. Done. Over. This isn’t your property and this isn’t your house. So you can crawl back to wh@tëver hole you came from because we don’t want you here. You’re a Sh|t mom and an even Sh|ttier human.” Her jaw dropped but I continued. “You don’t deserve Alex or his kids and you sure as Fuçk don’t deserve their love. You’re lucky they’re young enough to not understand why their mother neglects them so much because if I were them? I would h@të you. So for once, open your eyes and not your legs—if you had done that sooner maybe you still would’ve had a chance with Alexander.” By now I was breathing heavily and unevenly, that being the only sound that filled the room.
For a fleeting second, I could see the Bîtchy exterior deteriorate from her and it made my heart clench. Maybe I went too far.
I sighed and closed my eyes, inhaling. “Look, I didn’t mean-”
But my apology lingered in the air, and before I knew it, the old Sarah was back. And she was charging.
Right for me.
I shut my eyes once more and waited for the impact, but just like déjà vu, it never came.
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