Chapter 9

"Mr. Lombardo, Mr. Vittorio asked me to bring these documents for you to sign," Alessandra announced uncomfortably, staring at the ground. She didn't want to look him in the eye, most likely because she felt more embarrassed for interrupting him than he did for being caught doing something inappropriate. "Leave them on the desk," he ordered, clearly flustered by the interruption and still hiding behind the back of his chair. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Vittorio asked me to wait for them, he needs them urgently." She heard him grunt and she felt even more ashamed. Damn! Why couldn't she have come at another time? What an embarrassing moment, she felt her face burning, she could swear she was as red as a tomato. "Give me a moment, Miss D'Santi," he requested as he headed to the restroom with the woman. Upon entering the room, he grabbed the woman and tied her arms behind her back. With one swift movement, he had her bent over the marble table. Grabbing the waistband of her skirt and panties, he ripped them off her waist, sending the button flying across the room. Her bare ass was now exposed to him. Thwap! He landed a stinging slap across her backside, making her wince in pain. The next second, she heard the sound of his belt buckle being fumbled with. “Oh!” she gasped as he entered her in one stroke from behind. “Don’t make any noise, you bitch,” he scolded through gritted teeth, rewarding her with a second spank on her ass and another hard thrust of his dick. Fuck! The bitch was as wet as a faucet. His dick was practically swimming in her juices. With one hand over her mouth and with his other hand grabbing her ass to hold it in place, Dominic began to fuck her like she was the last woman on Earth. His dick drove in and out of her tight pussy with reckless abandon. She was screaming against his palm, but he didn’t care. He just kept pounding her mercilessly, each thrust lifting her feet off the ground. His frustration at not having fucked Alessandra was what was driving him. “Stingy bitch... keeping that pussy from me,” he cursed beneath his breath, imagining he was fucking Alessandra. His hand slipped from the girl’s mouth and came down to her neck. With a tight grip, he held her firmly in place and drove his cock harder up her vagina, shaking up her entire body. With gritted teeth and eyes screwed shut, he shot rope after rope of his cum into her. When he was done, he pulled out of her battered pussy and muttered, “I don’t need you anymore. You can leave.” Alone for a few minutes, Alessandra's eyes wandered to the messy desk. She couldn't help but think of the many ways they could have been engaging in their activities there. She didn't understand why she was thinking about it, she already felt like a pervert and sick herself, but she was bothered by how...creepy he was. A clearing of the throat distracted her, and with a sense of guilt, she looked at him. He looked impeccable, as always. There were no traces of the flushed man from minutes ago, his clothing was intact, his face passive, nothing, absolutely nothing gave him away. Alessandra quickly handed him a folder without making eye contact. He took them without taking his eyes off her and took a step forward to get closer, without invading her personal space. At least he wasn't behaving like such a scoundrel, it would be the height of audacity if, after being with another woman, he had the nerve to insist on his proposal to her as well, especially if she had been the one to "interrupt" them in the middle of a sexual act. He wasn't stupid, he was sure that Alessandra knew what she had been doing with Viviane and that's why she had that intense blush on her beautiful face, he found it amusing that she was embarrassed when he should be the one feeling ashamed. Without moving away and being hypnotized by those eyes reflecting purity, he took a pen out of his jacket pocket and signed the documents without reading them. He could very well be signing his resignation letter or death sentence and he didn't realize it because he was too captivated looking at her. Never had a woman attracted him so much and in that way, women only aroused sexual appetite in him, but Alessandra, in addition to that, incited him to lose himself in those beautiful eyes that adorned her tender face. Every day that passed, every second that went by, he found himself more fascinated, he loved her so much that he couldn't get her out of his thoughts, his desire for her grew to the limit when he saw her, and he had little control left not to dare to kiss her lips, he wanted to kiss her, for God's sake, and for her to tell him that she wanted to be with him. He didn't understand why she still hadn't given him a damn answer, he was starting to get desperate. "You are so beautiful, Alessandra," he murmured, guided by bewilderment. Dominic Lombardo, the most coveted womanizer, was completely captivated by a woman. Alessandra was speechless for a few seconds and felt her heart explode with such a compliment coming from a man as handsome as him. She couldn't help but look at him, the mix of blue and gray in his iris had her unsettled, it disoriented her to the point that, for moments, she forgot how cynical he could be, however, she quickly composed herself. "Excuse me, but you shouldn't say these things to another woman when your girlfriend just walked out that door, it's not very... loyal of you," she pointed out. Dominic smiled triumphantly. "Is it just my impression or are you jealous?" he inquired interestedly. "With all due respect, Mr. Lombardo, don't you think your question is out of place?" she replied. "The contact between you and me is minimal, the few times we have spoken have been for work, you don't know me and I don't know you, the only thing I know about you is that you are the president of this company and in a way, my boss, how could I be jealous of someone I don't know?" He raised both eyebrows in surprise. She was putting him in his place in the most polite way possible! That woman was impressive. He couldn't even accuse her of disrespect, because she wasn't disrespecting him at any moment. "Fair point and you're right, however, we could get to know each other better, all you have to do is decide," he suggested. And there was the damn proposal again. Would he never tire of it? "Thank you for your offer, but I'm not interested, I prefer to leave things as they are," she objected firmly. Dominic, guided by his reluctance and daze, approached slowly, drawn like an animal to its downfall, with the obsessive intention of tasting her lips. He leaned gradually towards her face, and as he got closer, he could perceive her irregular and interrupted breathing, giving him the impression that he was not indifferent to her as he wanted to pretend. He brought his lips close to hers, and even without touching them, he felt like he completely lost his reasoning, he was on the verge, just one step away from tasting them when Alessandra withdrew her face and took a step back, leaving him wanting more. It took him several seconds to snap out of the spell, and when he looked at her, he noticed she was even more flushed than before. "Damn! What was that? Why was I acting like a stupid and hopeless romantic?" "If you'll excuse me, I must take the documents now and return to my work, my boss must be waiting and I don't want to bother him with my delay," she said, with the obvious intention of leaving. He handed them over without a word, still disturbed analyzing what had just happened to him, he saw her turn, and head towards the exit, and before she could put her hand on the doorknob, he called out to her. "Miss D'Santi..." With her heart in her throat, Alessandra turned very slowly to look at him. "Yes?" "Whatever you saw when you came to this office..." "Don't worry," she interrupted, looking at him intently, "nothing will come out of my mouth," she assured. He nodded without breaking eye contact, still feeling dazed. "Anything else?" he heard her ask. "Nothing else, you may leave." The last thing he heard was the door closing and her disappearing from his field of vision. Alessandra quickly handed the documents to Vittorio and then headed to the dressing table. Her heart was still pounding in her temples and her heartbeat had not yet returned to normal. He had been about to kiss her, and she had been about to let him. How stupid she felt. She had just caught him with another woman in his office, and just the way he looked at her... so different... made her lose herself in a strange sensation she had never experienced before. She had to always remember one thing and NEVER FORGET IT. Dominic Lombardo only wanted one thing from her " her body, his pleasure, NOTHING MORE. He was the type of man who went from one woman to another without any shame. He was the type of man she had wanted to keep out of her life. She had only known one good, honest, and sensible man in her short existence, and that was Andrew Clarke. But she couldn't be with him anymore. First, because their relationship couldn't continue due to circumstances. Second, because he was already with someone else, which made her happy. And third, because she no longer loved him, at least not in that way. Whatever she had felt for him had vanished over time. That's why she was alone. That's why she hadn't given anyone a chance, because everyone who approached her was a jerk, and she wasn't willing to be anyone's plaything, a one-night stand when she could be someone's everything, even if it took her whole life, even if she grew old waiting for the right man. She, Alessandra D'Santi, would not be just another name on a man's list, especially not on Dominic Lombardo's list." At the end of the day, Dominic stood in front of the large window of his luxurious office, sipping coffee and watching an extraordinary sunset. As he watched the beautiful spectacle that Mother Nature had gifted him, despite it being a rainy day, the sunset reminded him of a pair of beautiful eyes he had seen up close that same afternoon. Eyes that captivated him when he stared into them and haunted him at night. He didn't understand why he was associating what he saw at that moment with her, nor did he understand why he was thinking of her so much. Was it because his unsatisfied desire had him like this? Few women played hard to get with him, but none like her. They all eventually gave in, so why wouldn't she? It would just be one night, what harm could it do? On the contrary, they would both experience absolute pleasure. He had given her more importance than necessary, he had even tried to kiss her, and she hadn't allowed it, unbelievable. He would try once more, he wasn't used to begging a woman, but with her, he would make an exception because he was fascinated by her. One more time, just once, and if she didn't give in, he wouldn't show any more interest. After all, there were plenty of women out there, and they all fell at his feet without him having to chase them. "You have to be mine, Alessandra... I need to make you mine."