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A/N: I was thinking if I should remove the iconic line in this chapter but I decided to keep it for the OG readers so don't come at me please 😭

Also, I just want to say that at any point, in any time, Aria is allowed to stop whatever's happening and I'm not going to have you calling her names for not doing something that she's not entirely comfortable with. Okay? Thank you.

Enjoy!!

ARIA

His place. His home.

"Do you want to drive?" he asked, handing me a key that didn't even look like a key.

I shook my head. "No, thank you. I'm good."

"Okay," he laughed and we got in our seats. I watched him as he fired up the engine and the dashboard lights illuminated the inside. The car growled underneath us and I gave him a look.

There was no way he had expected me to drive that.

As Sandro drove out of the parking, I leaned my back against the door, keeping my body facing him He glanced at me, and then down to my thighs before pivoting his attention back to the road. I shifted in my seat, making myself comfortable to hide the fact that I had different scenarios running through my mind.

As I gazed at his profile, I noticed the scar through his eyebrow and it held a story I was dying to hear.

"What happened?" I asked curiously, reaching out to stroke it with my thumb. I pulled my hand away when I realised how weird it was to just touch somebody's scar. Again, Sandro didn't seem to pay it any thought.

"It's not what you'd expect. I fell off my bike and smacked my face against the edge of a pavement. I was five," he explained, shaking his head at the memory. I laughed because I could imagine a tiny Alessandro riding his bike on the streets of Italy.

"And this one," I touched underneath his ear, where a barely visibly scar was covered in tattoos.

"Probably also not what you'd expect. I got bit by a mean Chihuahua when I was thirteen," Sandro leaned back into his seat, keeping on hand on the bottom of the steering wheel.

I gasped, lifting up my dress to trace the scar on my upper thigh. I was a child when I got bit by a dog with horrible owners. It was a long time ago but it had permanently traumatised me and since then, dogs scared the absolute shit out of me.

"I got bit too," I murmured, tracing the stretched out scar-tissue. It was small but once puberty hit, it grew in size.

Sandro spared me a quick glance, looking at the scar for just a fraction of a second. And then his fist tightened around the steering wheel and I realised that I might have been showing a little bit too much skin. I kept my chuckle to myself, crossing my leg over the other because the way I affected Sandro, also succeeded at affecting me. His reactions to me were the most tempting part about him.

Praise kink?

Probably.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said, clearing his throat.

"It's okay," I replied, pulling the hem of dress down.

Sandro continued to drive to his place. I wasn't exactly sure where he lived. Penthouse? A house? An apartment? The question was answered when we pulled up to a tall and glass covered building. Sandro entered through an underground parking, making his way to a reserved space right next to an elevator.

I had read an article about the amazing infrastructure and architecture of Lanti Properties but had never seen it in person. Lanti? Galanti. Wow.

"Whoa," I gawked. I was convinced there was a never ending list of Sandro's possessions. "Is there anything that you don't own?"

He only smiled.

"Come."

I followed behind him, gazing around the partially empty parking lot. I didn't notice that he had stopped walking until I walked straight into his hard back with a breathy oof.

"Next to me. Never behind me," he said lowly, wrapping his arm around my lower back and resting his hand on my hip.

Oh.

We reached the elevator and Sandro placed his thumb on the scanner. He has his own elevator. The door slid open, and the both of us were stepping inside. I felt his fingers stroke my skin through the thin material of the dress and I found myself pressing further into him. Then, he gave me a kiss on my cheek and I almost melted right there. What is this man doing to me?

"This is your home?" I asked, my jaw dropping as I took the first step into his penthouse. It was massive. It was also very beautiful. Magnificent, even. It looked like something straight out of a modern interior decorator magazine. And of course, just about everything was dark themed.

"You're fucking with me," I muttered, dragging my fingertips over the pristine counter top.

"Not yet,"

I know.

I approached the ceiling to floor window overlooking the entire city and just stared at the dazzling lights. I felt his presence before he physically touched me, and I was happy he did. Sandro wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder before laying the softest kiss on the side of my neck.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Like it? I love it," I said, placing my hands on his forearms. It was clear that Sandro was a very affectionate man.

He let go, spinning me around. "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you," I said, smiling at him while I stepped out of his hold.

I continued to walk around the apartment, my heels clinking on the marble tiles. I sat down on a sofa, smoothing it with my hands while I enjoyed the luxury feeling. Everything just felt...rich.

I looked at Sandro, my lips parting in surprise when he got on his knees in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Ssh," he murmured, grabbing my ankle to unstrap my heel.  He slid it off and tended to the other one.

"Better?" he asked, and all I could do was nod. The sight of him before me, on his knees as he looked up at me. Shit. 

I gasped when he gave me a kiss on my ankle, pausing just for a moment until he realised that it was okay. He closed his eyes, sighing before trailing open mouthed kisses up my calf. The sensation was enough to send my mind into overdrive.

I never let my eyes off him, too consumed by the power of such a simple action.

"Fuck," he whispered, eventually reaching my inner thigh.

He didn't stop worshiping my skin.

I spread my legs further, leaning back into the couch.

He was so close. Right fucking there.

"Alessandro?" I said, and his response was a hum that vibrated on my skin. And then he reached my underwear, looking up at me while he gave me a kiss on my covered clit. My mind was hazy, the feeling beyond overwhelming.

"Sandro..."

"Just let me eat you."

I nearly came right there. Very gently, he dragged his teeth over my clit and tingles shot through the area.

"Wait," I grabbed his head, bringing him closer to me to place a kiss on his lips. "I want you to. I really do but-" I almost cursed myself for letting the opportunity slip through my fingers. I don't know why I stopped. It might have been nerves or whatever fucked up notion but I acted out on impulse and there I sat, horny and frustrated.

He dropped his head, resting his forehead against my thigh. "You're killing me, bellissima. Really fucking killing me."

I ran a shaky hand over my hair, attempting to compose myself. Without a doubt, I wanted to spread my legs for him and allow him to do whatever he wished to but the unnecessary worries never left.

What are you doing? You have a man on his knees, desperate to eat your pussy and you're saying no?

He groaned, wincing as he slumped onto the sofa next to me. Sandro tugged at his pants, doing that thing that men do when their dick is hard and they want to hide it. The size of it scared me and I picked my dropped jaw off the ground before he could see it. Damn...

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," I said, scooting closer to him.  Sandro had nothing to apologise for.

He turned to me. "I can still kiss you?"

I grinned, nodding. Sandro grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards him and I landed on his chest. His back hit the sofa, and then he kissed me like he really meant to. I held myself up on my palms and my eyes fluttered close and all I could feel were his lips on mine.

"Are you staying the night?" he asked, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. He soothed the sting with his tongue, and I let out the faintest moan. He was a really good kisser.

Am I staying the night?

"Y-" I was interrupted the blaring of a cell phone. Not mine. I would have preferred that, and judging from the look on Sandro's face, he hated the interruption more than I did. He closed his eyes, and then let out a sigh that spoke volumes.

"Really? They can't leave me alone for a few hours?" he asked, and gently helped me off him. My dress had bunched up around my hipsand I pushed the material the furthest it could go. Sandro got up, sliding his phone off the counter before answering the call.

"What?" he snapped, an unhappy frown between his brows. A muffled voice could be heard on the other side, only because they were yelling. Sandro's face dropped, and his shoulders followed suit.

I could see the sorry on his face before he spoke. "I'm on my way."

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Don't be mad at me, please. It's an emergency and I don't want our night to end so make yourself at home, okay? The fridge is yours. Take a shower if you want and choose anything in my closet. You can use whatever and I'll be back in two hours."

"Sandro—"

"Aria, please," he said softly, and I could see how badly he wanted me to stay.

Two hours alone in a penthouse waiting for Sandro or go back home to my apartment and sleep alone?

"Okay," I said, "I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," he said, staring at me and still holding me as he shoved his gun into the back of his pants. I nodded. With one last kiss, he was making his way to the elevator.

It hadn't even been ten minutes later and I was already missing him. I wasn't comfortable at first— but I quickly shook it away and relaxed on the sofa. I switched on the large television and scrolled through the channels. Nothing caught my interest. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

I switched it off, pursing my lips as I crossed my arms. Boredom was starting to hit tenfold and I yawned.

Surely Sandro wouldn't if I used his shower...

And that's exactly what I did. I showered, dressed myself in a t-shirt that I found and wore my emergency underwear that I always kept in my bag. When the one hour mark had passed, I was laying on the sofa with a blanket covering me as I tried the television one more time.

Then the two hour mark passed and I could feel my chest starting to feel heavy with anxiety. I thought about the emergency he had to tend to. I thought about the fact that he might be hurt. I thought about everything and managed to exhaust myself.

I'm not sure exactly when but I dosed off and fell into a slumber I had no zero chance of fighting.

Not how I expected my evening to go.

Sandro better make it up to me.

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Before you fight me, there's smut in the next chapter 😚


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