CHAPTER 39: PINEAPPLE CRISIS

HAVEN'S POV

A shiver coursed through my body when another sharp, loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. My brain is already overcome with so much fog that I lost count of how many it was.

"My baby is enjoying this too much."

I whimpered, and I moved. But not to get away from his hand that has been delivering each blow on my tender behind but to move closer to it.

"Am I a masochist?"

I felt Allessio's hard chest touch my back when he lean forward. I was draped over a desk that has nothing but Allessio's suit covering its surface, while everything that once belonged on it lay scattered across the floor.

He put a hand on my chin to tug my head so that I could look back at him. "You're not."

My cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. I didn't realize I asked the question out loud. "If I'm not, then why?"

"You're my perfect gattina. That's what it is." A moan fell from my lips when he bit my shoulder. He kissed the mark he gave me, only to do it again on another spot. "It's not the pain you like. It's the power dynamics."

I bit my lower lip when his hand slip inside the tiny triangle I'm wearing and without wasting a second, his finger traced the seam of my sex. "You trust me, and that is why you surrender beautifully to me."

There wasn't anything I could say more. I couldn't deny what he said because it's true, nor do I have the ability to construct words when my mind feels like they've been scrambled. Especially when his thumb found my sensitive clit and he playfully circled the pad of his finger as if driving me crazy is his lifelong mission.

I grasped the desk so tight that it's a wonder that it didn't break. I am getting closer and closer to the edge that my body acted on its own, matching the movement of his fingers.

I was nearing falling to the depths of pleasure when Allessio pulled his hand away. A sound of disappointment fell from my parted lips. "No. Please... No."

"Patience, baby."

His hands went to each side of my hip, and he tightened his hold on them, preventing me from moving. The second that passed by felt like torture, until it wasn't anymore. Until it became pure paradise.

His name came out of my lips into what sounded like a cry when I felt his hot, wet tongue in my pussy. I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me still as he licked and sucked on my aching core with no abandon.

My knees buckled when his tongue dipped inside my dripping center. He lapped at it as if he planned to drain the last bit of my juice, not planning to waste a single drop.

I gasped again louder when his pleasuring tongue moved to a different place. His tongue moved to an untouched part of me—a place that felt so forbidden and wrong, and yet I know that it's also a place that I couldn't deny him. Because he was right. I want to give him everything, even at moments like this where my fear and doubt are making me hesitate.

"Allessio... I don't know if... I...."

"Shh. You trust Daddy, don't you?" My lips parted, and I moan when he bit the cheek of my behind. "Don't worry, gattina. This is not the place I'm going to take the last of your firsts."

I felt him straightened behind me, followed by a sound of him unbuckling his belt. A delicious thrill ran through me, knowing what's coming next.

It's been too long. After everything... the days that passed felt like forever.

I threw my head back, my long hair tickling my back, when I felt the head of his huge cock start to ease inside me.

"It will take the end of Idalion before they can pull me away from this." The walls of my flesh are hugging every inch of him, welcoming the intrusion that it desires.

He buried himself to the hilt, so deep that a burning sensation ripped through me. I was suddenly engulfed by a surge of euphoria, making me clamp tighter on Allessio's cock.

"Fuck. The world could be burning right now, and I wouldn't care. Not when I'm surrounded by heaven," he rasped out.

His hand went to the small of my back so that he could keep me bended on the desk, my rigid peaks crushed on the hard surface of it. He started to move, slowly at first, but then his pace started to quicken. Rougher... more demanding, more intoxicating.

I can feel myself getting closer to another orgasm. He drilled me again and again that I wouldn't be surprised if the desk fell into pieces.

"Does it feel good, baby? Do you miss Daddy's cock doing this to you?"

"Y-Yes... yes!"

His arm slid underneath me, cupping one breast into his calloused hand. He pulled me to him enough for my back to touch his chest that I had no choice but to rest my hands on the edge of the desk and hold on to it tight.

Allessio raised his other arm and brought his finger to my mouth. My lips parted open automatically, sucking his finger inside.

He groan in my ear. "You're driving me crazy. Every part of you is making me more insane than I already am." He pulled his finger out of my mouth, and he moved it away, lowering it. "This pretty face of yours, the noise you made, the look in your eyes, your mouth, your tits, your pussy, and this ass that I'm going to have soon."

My moan reverberate around the four corners of the room when he pressed the finger he made me suck in the puckered hole of my back entrance. There was a burning feeling—a hint of pain—but combined with his length pummeling me, there was nothing left but absolute pleasure.

"Want more?" he breathed in my ear.

"Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!"

No words could describe what I'm feeling. Everything felt new at the same time that all of it felt familiar. A strange sensation, yet just like the other times, it brought a blissful fulfillment that I couldn't envision receiving from anyone else but him.

I violently trembled as I reached the most intense orgasm I ever felt, and at the same time, a primal sound echoed from Allessio's chest when with one last thrust, he completely disappeared inside me.

I feel him filling me to the brim, his hot release flooding me to no end. I melted into his arms, losing the ability to stand on my own.

Allessio tightened his hold on me as he pulled out. I couldn't help the small whine of protest, wanting the feeling of being full of him back.

"Later," he murmured in my ear, full of promise.

Allessio lifted me that I felt my feet left the floor and then he placed me on the desk. He positioned me on top of his suit which he had laid there because, as he put it, he didn't want me to be tainted by the dirt of my asshole of an ex-boss.

"I'm leaking on your suit," I whispered.

He grinned at me while he zip himself up. "I just came, gattina. Don't make me hard again."

I flushed, but I rolled my eyes. "You're such a fiend. A sex demon, perhaps."

He stepped closer to me and gently parted my legs. His gaze went heated as he watched what's between my legs that are probably red from the rough fucking he just gave me. "I remember you calling me god earlier."

"I... that wasn't what I meant!"

"Hmm?" He glided his finger on my dripping center. "I don't believe that, and I'm sure you don't either."

My hips moved on their own, trying to follow his finger. Grinning, he pulled his hand away, and I let out what can almost be described as a growl that only made him smile wider.

"I can't believe we did it here," I said after awhile. A shudder ran through me when I thought of something. "It's probably not the first time this room has witnessed something similar."

Allessio fastened the remaining buttons of his shirt before stepping closer to press a kiss on my forehead. "That asshole wouldn't even last a minute, much more made anyone come without faking it."

My nose wrinkled in disgust. I don't want the imagery.

"This place gave you nothing but nightmares, didn't it, gattina?"

I shrugged as an answer. I hate being called in this room by that sick jerk. I hate the things he's insinuating. I hate how it feels like he's waiting for me to become so desperate that I will fall into his hands. He might not have gotten the chance to touch me, but that doesn't mean that the way he was with me was okay.

"Should I kill him?"

I smiled a little, shaking my head. Mr. Royo has a false sense of power, and Allessio already put him in his place. It wouldn't be surprising if he spent the rest of his life hiding like a coward, scared even with his own shadow.

I cupped Allessio's cheek, watching as the dark look on his face slowly disappeared with my touch. "You conquered those nightmares for me and replaced them with memories that will become dreams."

I LET OUT A deep sigh as I watched Allessio. Beside me, Fierro was doing the same, looking like he was ready to walk away from us. What if I went with him?

We're currently at a grocery store here in Manila. The same one where Allessio kidnapped slash saved me. Good thing no one remembers us. From the looks of it, they've already moved on from what happened back then.

"A Puttanesca in a bottle? And an instant Risotto?!"

Lorenzo and Adriano tried to mask their chuckles, but it didn't escape my notice. Not when they've been doing it the moment Allessio steps into the aisle full of things that are making his blood boil.

It's our last day here in the Philippines since we're going home tomorrow. When Allessio told me this morning that there's something he wanted to do first, it made me panic a little, thinking that he's on his revenge streak again. But since I couldn't remember anyone else who had wronged me, I was left wondering what he was planning.

Who would have thought that this man, who's the head of a dangerously lethal criminal organization, would have a personal vendetta against grocery stores here in the Philippines?

"Risotto is basically rice in a broth! Why would you make it instant when you can literally cook it easily?"

I widened my eyes at Fierro, but he just shook his head as if saying he had no intention of interfering with Allessio's antics. He gestured to his boss—who happens to be my man—with his hand as if telling me to do it myself.

I sneered at him and sighed again before walking toward Allessio, who looked like he wanted to shoot the box of instant risotto he was holding.

I put my hand gently on the box as if approaching a wild animal. I took it from him and returned it to the shelf then I gave an older woman I noticed watching him an apologetic smile when I saw her stepping back out of fear.

"Allessio, you're older than me, right?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Age is just a number, but I don't want you to die from a heart attack. Not because of a risotto."

"I'm not going to have a heart attack," he grumbled, looking more like a teenage boy that has been chastised than a man who could snap a person's neck in a second. "And if I'm going to die because of it, it would be because I exerted myself by fucking you."

The older woman gasped, looking scandalous. I scratched my cheek when she grabbed something from the food shelf and hurriedly walked away, occasionally glancing back at us.

Shaking my head, I took Allessio by the arm and pulled him away. "I don't know why you're looking for things to get pissed off. There's a lot here that is not instant."

"They're claiming that those things are Italian!" he hissed.

My lips parted to speak, but before I could, a thin man approached us. Based on his attire, he seemed to be an employee here. His face was drained of color, and it looked like he would rather run away from us than come closer. He's holding two large boxes that look like they have been customized to have the name of the grocery store on them.

"G-Good afternoon, Ma'am and Sir. I... I hope everything is okay."

I gave him a sweet smile. "Of course. Everything is good. Thank you for asking."

"Not true," Allessio grumbled under his breath.

"W-We hope you enjoy your shopping. We try our best to make shopping easy, convenient... and umm... safe... for everyone."

Omg. They remember!

"A-As our gift to you, our valued customers, we would like to give you a sample of our newly launched pizza."

Fierro and I exchanged glances. We shook our heads almost at the same time, especially when the man handed the pizza to Allessio. Make it a pepperoni. Please be a pepperoni!

I moved to take the box from from him at the same time Fierro stepped closer to us, but before we could succeed in getting it, Allessio had already opened the top box.

"PINEAPPLE ON A PIZZA?!

Like a frisbee player, I snatched the box, closed it, and then I just tossed it to Fierro. I gave the employee a smile and thanked him quickly before I pulled Allessio out of the grocery store.

"That... that motherfucker!" Allessio breathed out. "Is he challenging me?"

"Allessio, look at me." I stood on my toes and reached for his face, cupping it in my hands. "Since you're my valued daddy, do you want a gift from me?"

As if he's a lion with the attention span of a kitten, he blinked. "What kind of gift?"

I grinned. "The one that involves my mouth eating an authentic Italian."

It didn't take him a second to answer, forgetting that moments ago, we just had a pineapple crisis. "Fuck, yes."