The Mafia Alpha Who Married Death

He's Annoying

Violet's POV

He's Annoying

Leaving the store, I bumped my head softly at the exit door, making a slightly loud . Alejandro stood by the car, his hand holding his head, in fright.

"Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Stupid question, don't you think?" I retorted,

lowering his hand, he said "Okay, you don't have to be an asshole," he chided. "Are you done in there?" he inquired.

"Yes," I affirmed, heading toward the car.

"Let's go then, miss," he said, opening the car door for me. He just called me miss, so annoying. I climbed inside, and he shut the door firmly.

"Are you hungry?" he questioned as we stopped at a red light.

"No," I replied curtly.

"Are you sure?" he persisted.

"Yes, Alejandro, just take me home," I responded, resting my head against the window. And the annoying Alejandro started the car

I was shocked that he would start the car, for God's sake, I will be marrying that annoying bastard Antonio. Well, as the wheels begin to roll, I lean in closer to him, his eyes were straight on the road making sure that we were having a safe drive, but I do not care about safety at this moment, I just need him inside of me, even if it is for the last time, but this motherfucker is just busy getting mad at me, not like I chose this fate for myself.

I brought my lips closer, brushing against his ear, my voice seductive and filled with desire. "Alejandro, mi amor, please." I pleaded. "Tonight, make love to me, in the most passionate way. I am dying, mi amor. Please, stop this car and make love to me. This moment belongs to us, and I want to make it unforgettable." I said, but he still had his face to the front without giving a flinch.

With gentle yet fiery hands, I slowly unbutton my dress, revealing the sensual lace lingerie that adorns my exquisite figure. As the dress slipped off my shoulders and fell to my waist, I made sure it pooled down to my feet, now, seeing how he stole a look at me through the rear mirror made my lustful anticipation intensify.

The glasses were tinted, so no one saw a thing. Well, it seems I was not the only one who caught the feeling, Alejandro quickly took a turn to the nearest stop and hit the break, he turned to me, and gave me a light kiss, "Puppy," he called me as Pappi would, I love it when he calls me that. "You know you will be getting married tomorrow, I don't think this is right." He said, but he seemed even thirstier than I am. Seeing that he had packed, I quickly sat on his lap, my legs straddling him, feeling his erection pressing against me.

My fingers run through his silky hair, and now, our mouths collide in a fervent kiss, with our tongues dancing in a passionate symphony. I can feel the heat of his desire as it grows beneath me.

Then, I took his hand and guided it to the softness of my chest, inviting him to explore my body. I moaned softly, my breath hitching with each touch and caress. As his fingers delve deeper, igniting a fiery desire within me, I let out a gasp of pleasure, my body shivering with anticipation.

With an unspoken understanding, he guided me towards the backseat, careful not to break the rhythm of our connection. I lower myself onto the plush seat, my body arching, inviting him to join me in this illicit act of passion. He swiftly like a flash, took off his clothes, and in no time, he was as bare as I was.

With his eyes locked with mine, I knew what he was doing, he was thrusting his member in me. Oh, I couldn't believe I might miss this, the best shaft that ever happened to me. The car windows fog up as our bodies entwine, melting into each other in a passionate embrace.

His movement around my pelvis made my breath falter, heat pooling low in my body as I grip the edge of the seat, my nails digging into the supple leather.

"Alejo..." I moan his name softly, completely lost in the moment.

Our bodies move in uniform, the car rocking with the rhythm of our banging. The night air that came seeping into the car heightens our senses, making every touch and kiss even more electrifying. The world outside fades into insignificance as we surrender to the intoxication of our love.

He eventually crashed, emptying his milk inside me. Exhausted, yet with hearts still racing, we hold each other in a tight embrace, finding solace in the warmth of our bodies. The weight of our unspoken circumstances hung in the air.

With a kiss filled with both longing and acceptance, we parted bodies, he extracted his resting member from my climaxed folds, and we quickly pressed up and continued our journey with newfound happiness.

Eventually, we arrived at my destination. But here is Alejandro, with whom I just had s*x, he was supposed to be nice to me, but he just started acting up as soon as we got home. I tried to engage him in a conversation, but he remained silent. Angry and frustrated, I opened the car door, slamming it shut, with the hope that he would beg me, but the annoying Alejandro sped off into the distance as soon as I got out.

Wiping away the tears threatening to flood my face, I rushed inside and headed to my room. To my dismay, all my belongings had already been packed. I felt mad. How could they pack my things without my consent? "This is my..." I took a pause when it dawned on me, that this was never my home.

The moment I stepped out of my room, a collision sent me tumbling to the floor. A voice, with a thick Italian accent, teased, "Falling for me already, Puppy?"

"Antonio! Ugh," I grumbled, "what is he doing here again?" I said within my belly as I saw him wearing a white dress shirt with black dress pants and black dress shoes, Antonio smirked. He looked rather sharp, sleeves rolled up and a glass in hand. I won't deny, the son of a b***h is handsome and somehow sexy, but he is still an asshole

"Are you done checking me out?" he inquired, to which I replied with an eye roll.

"Violet and I, it's not too hard for your dumb brain, I suppose." I attacked him, "and, sorry, I was just fascinated by how poorly you dress," I retorted. Antonio didn't dignify that with a response, simply walking past me. "Asshole," I muttered, standing up, simmering with anger.