Piegati (Jade & Alexander)
I couldn’t resist and the beauty of these one shots is that they could be anywhere in their timeline. There’s like one more I want to do before the proposal which kicks off the wedding series, but for now, have some buzz smut for our mafia babes, thanks to Elana for helping me as always x
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Her eyes were skimming across the page, scanning the numbers and even though Helders and Cook were walking on either side of her, she knew that even blindfolded and pitch black darkness, she would have found her way to Alexander's office. She hadn't quite finished the job he'd assigned her, so she'd taken the paper work O'Malley had deemed most important with her, was ready to show Alexander now rather than later now that he'd called her to his office anyway and she had not seen him for several hours, not since he'd rushed away to an early meeting in the morning and left her in bed, and she was aching to just see him, just for a moment, steal a kiss, feel his hands on her even if it would just be briefly.
Initially, she'd been worried that something was wrong but Helders had assured her Alexander had just finished one of his appointments early and wanted to see her before he went off to the next, the anticipation building within her as soon as she'd begun making her way to his office.
Alexander's voice called for them to enter after Cook knocked on the door once, then pushed it open and Jade took one, two steps inside, stopping dead in her tracks when her gaze focused on him sat behind the desk.
He was bent forward to look, reading from a document, his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder, his voice deep, threatening. “Dun't yeh fookin' dare” he drawled. He sounded as dangerous as he did nonchalant, his lip stretching, his tongue pressed into his cheek as he waited for the person on the other end to respond, impatient. “Reyht. Well, if 'e dun't deliver, yeh'll make sure 'e regrets it. Weh dun't play games like tha'. Yeh. Yeh teach 'em a fookin' lesson then because 's time they fookin' knew they dun't mess wif meh. Yes. I take full responsibiliteh. Ciao.”
“A-Alexander...”
His eyes snapped up, landing on Jade and drinking in the heavenly view she offered, the red dress he'd purchased for her recently as surprising as it was welcome, hugging her curves so tightly that his fingers twitched with an aching desire to take control of her, to tear the fabric from her and destroy her right where she stood and for a moment he'd forgotten the nervousness he'd felt when he'd called for her, the way her eyes had widened reminding him and he reached to smooth back his hair, only to met with the feeling he hadn't quite grown used to. He swallowed hard. “Jade.”
She pressed her lips together, blinking, couldn't quite believe the sight she was confronted with. When he'd left in the morning, he'd worn the exact same sheeny blue suit, a white shirt underneath that was half-unbuttoned, his chain, his rings, but the flawless features of his face had certainly not been put on full display thanks to the a lack of hair framing his cheeks.
His head was shaven, his hair no more than a layer of short fuzz and his jaw looked sharper, his nose was accentuated, his cheekbones higher and there was something, a sparkle in his eyes that only intensified when he saw the way she looked back at him, the left corner of his lip twitching up into a half-smirk. “Darlin'?”
She approached him slowly, her heels clicking on the ground, the door closing behind her as she made her way all the way around his desk, came to stop in front of him wordlessly, placing the paper down on his desk without taking her eyes off him. The mere sight of him almost made her head spin, more so than usual and she knew that right now, even she wouldn't be able to bring herself to dominate the man in front of her, not when he looked so completely in control of himself and everyone and everything around him. She'd have thought it impossible before this moment, but he radiated an energy, an air of control and dominance and complete authority even more than he had before, like he was going to take and completely ruin her, and she ached for him to.
Alexander swallowed, scratched lightly at his jaw as he watched her, could sense from the look in her eyes that she was taking it in, that she was as intrigued as she was surprised, but he needed to hear her say something, pass judgement somehow, and he was anticipating her verdict impatiently, he still felt a hint of nervousness, a certain worry, but he wanted her to speak first, needed it desperately rather than asking for it.
It took her a few moments to gather herself, to find the words, to recover her speech. “Fuck” she whispered, licking her pillowy lips. “I think a warning would have been appropriate, Alexander.”
A low chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, his lips curling into a smirk. “A warnin'?”
She hummed, stepping forward and he parted his legs, allowing her to stop between his thighs, his hands finding her hips, following her every movement with eyes, wide, inquisitive and the intensity, the wild look in them made her knees weak, forced her to steady herself with her hands on his shoulders. Mere moments had passed, but the images she'd conjured up in her mind were already driving her wild, a dull ache between her legs that she was desperate for him to tend to. “Alexander, you have never looked more powerful.”
He licked his lips, giving her a wink. “Yeh?” He chuckled darkly. “D'yeh fink I could get weh wif anehfin', pupa?” He asked, squeezing her hips and pulling her closer.
She nodded slowly, breathing out shakily. “Oh, yeah...” she said, biting her lip.
“Mmmm, good...” he said, moving slowly to ride to his feet. “Got tha' important meetin' 'n I fink I'll get tha' deal for us.”
Her eyes widened and she moved her hands over his on her hips, pressing herself against him. “You can't go now, Alexander” she whispered, her voice sounding more desperate than she'd originally intended. He smelled gorgeous, the spice of his cologne blending with smoke and a hint of whisky. She could feel the cold metal of his rings through the thin fabric of her dress and the way he looked at her, so intensely and with nothing to cover his features, she was incredibly weak, had never been more attracted to him, had never wanted him more.
He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, the tightness of her body against his, the way he could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest leaving him in no rush to go anywhere. “And why's tha', doll?”
“I just need you to stay...” she mumbled, adjusting his chain against his collarbone, her heart racing in her chest as she watched him, took in the way he breathed in, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling slowly. The way he held her body in his hands had her mind reeling and she couldn't stand the thought of him leaving her like this, desperate, weak, eager to submit to him in every way possible.
Alex pushed his lips forward cockily, looking back at her knowingly, giving a slight nod. “Yehr cunt's wet for meh, innit?”
She sucked in a breath, pressing her lips together, but she was worried that if she stretched his patience, he would leave her either way. She nodded slowly, looking back at him with wide eyes.
He chuckled, nodding back at her knowingly. “Because of the 'air?”
She nodded again, pressing herself closer to him.
“So wha' do weh do, eh?”
“I want you” she whispered, leaning up to peck his lips, gasping when his hand moved upwards slowly, sprawled out against her back, then cupping the back of her neck to keep her close, deepening the kiss instantly, forcing her lips apart with his, making her breathe shakily into the kiss, had her submitting to him desperately, made her weaker for him than she'd intended to make him for her and she whimpered when he drew back, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck” she whispered, biting her lip. “Alexander, you're so hot.”
He chuckled darkly, snapping his fingers, nodding. “Lay back on me desk.”
Her eyes grew wider and she shuffled back instantly, losing no time following his order. He was too authoritative, his voice, his demeanor, the way he looked at her. She couldn't bring herself to disobey him now, was too worried he would actually leave, did not put it past him to go to his meeting and leave her in his office to deal with her desperation, her hunger for him.
“Good girl” he drawled, rolling his sleeves up slowly as he sat back down. “Spread yehr legs for meh, will yeh?”
She pressed her lips together, bit back a moan that was threatening to fall from her lips because of merely the look he regarded her with. She could sense a hint of irritation that she hadn't put herself in position for him already, that he had to tell her.
“Tha's rehyt...” he said, drinking her in as she laid back, propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs to dangle off the edge and he pushed himself forward in his chair. “Weh dun't 'ave all da-... oh, fook, doll, did yeh plan this?”
She sucked in a breath as he cocked an eyebrow at her the moment he saw that underneath the tight dress, she wasn't wearing any underwear. “Mmmm, I didn't know you were going look like this but I do want you to have easy access to me...”
He pursed his lips, silent for a moment in disbelief of her blatant lack of shame, but he couldn't help but adore her for it as much as it annoyed him, she knew exactly how to please him, how to satisfy his pressing urge to own her. “Been paradin' 'round the 'eadquarters like this, eh? Gets yeh off tha'...”
She nodded shamelessly, spreading her legs further, allowed him to see how wet she already was for him, how desperately she needed him to tend to the ache he created merely by looking so sinfully gorgeous and in control. “A-Alexander, please” she whispered. “You said we don't have all day.”
He raised an eyebrow at her again, scratching lightly at his jaw. “Are yeh rushin' meh now? Bein' fookin' impatient?” He asked, his lip twitching. “I can walk out of 'ere reyht now if 's not fast enouf for yeh...”
“N-No” she breathed out shakily, shivering when he reached to smooth his hands slowly up her inner thighs, spreading her legs further.
“I've actualleh got t'make a phone call” he declared. “Might 'ave sum time for yeh but … yeh'll 'ave teh keep yehr mouf shut.” He looked at her expectantly, his eyes wider. “Can yeh do tha' for meh, principessa?”
He radiated an undeniably powerful energy that made her want to get on her knees for him but the mischievous gaze in his chocolate brown eyes, firm as well as challenging, it promised that he was going to ruin her and he was going to ruin her good. “I can do that” she whispered, giving him a nod. “I-I promise.”
“The moment yeh make a fookin' sound...” he threatened, picking up his phone, dialling the number. “I stop. And if yeh cum before I allow yeh teh, I'm gunna leave yeh achin' for it tonight, won't give yeh the fook I promised yeh this mornin'...”
She parted her lips, but then bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself, knew that even though she would be right suggesting that he couldn't possibly resist, that he wanted her just as much, she knew it would do her no good now. She knew better than to stretch his patience. He was not to be tested right now.
“I'll be good for you.”
A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he nodded appreciatively, the moment the man on the other end picked up and Alex responded, he without a warning brought his hand up all the way, starting with his fingertips to tease her entrance, his thumb rolling slow circles into her clit, making her breath hitch in her throat but she bit her lip instantly, knew she couldn't lose this chance, let alone lose it already. She knew he was set out to make her fail, but she was eager to prove him wrong, eager to get what she deserved.
“Yeh, si, si, Alexander Turner. Tha's reyht. Grazie. Let's get straight teh business, shall weh?”
The depth of his voice, the nonchalance, it was too much too quickly, making her choke on a soft whine that threatened to escape her when he lazily pushed his fingers inside her, not a moment of teasing, no warning, no easing her into it and the delicious stretch took her breath away, had her squirming, struggling to remain silent while he reached absently for a paper to her left, his eyes scanning it as he started to slowly finger her.
“The delivereh were s'posed teh come tomorrow.”
She couldn't hear the other man's response, didn't know what prompted his gaze to darken and his jaw to tense, but it caused his fingers to curl harshly inside her, drawing out to then push in deeper, the muscles straining in his arm, the veins underneath his skin more prominent and her hands balled into fists, her chest rising and falling shakily. “F-F-...”
Alex raised an eyebrow at her and she pressed her lips together instantly, quick enough for him to lie back again, to draw his fingers out of her, then slamming them right back in, twisting and curling them inside her harshly, right into the spot that made her legs shake, her knees weaken with no disregard of the challenge he'd given her.
“I'm afraid I dun't do compromises” he drawled, wedging the phone between his shoulder and his ear to use his other hand to push her thighs apart further, the concentration on his face almost unsettling. He wasn't missing a single word within his conversation, but she maintained his full attention and even though he was preoccupied, nothing escaped him, the little cries she couldn't quite contain, the way her hips bucked desperately into his touch, the way she could hardly suppress her moans and he enjoyed watching her struggle, enjoyed how little it took for her to completely crumble at his mercy and welcome it.
The amusement, the satisfaction were written across his face as he watched her, chuckled darkly at the way she squirmed when he pushed his fingers deep inside her, her hips shaking, the silent gasps satisfying, but at the same time made him long for the way she never held back when he allowed her to be loud, to praise him, to appreciate him vocally, giggling, moaning and he almost wanted to prompt her to fail the challenge, desperate to just hear her, picking up a punishing pace, fingering her harder, deeper, watching her struggle, her eyes rolling back, threatening to fall shut but a simple snap of his fingers had her forcing them open.
“I fink I'll 'ave teh cancel our deal then. No, I need the product tomorrow. Oh, can yeh?”
Jade was struggling, biting her lip hard, knowing he wouldn't give her permission now and she was close to her breaking point, to begging him but she knew it would only prompt the opposite, that he would withdraw his fingers, that he would leave her crying for more and not give her what she needed. The way he spoke didn't help her case, well-aware that at this point, he was untouchable, everyone doing business with him had to be grateful and follow his orders unless they wanted him to drop deals, and he had done so left and right because not only could he afford it, but it also raised people's work ethic when doing business with him. He oozed an irresistible air of authority, confidence and complete control.
“Well, tha's all yeh 'ad teh say.” He chuckled complacently, had the nerve to wink at Jade, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips once again. “Tha's our deal confirmed then. I 'ave an urgent matter teh attend teh now. Ciao.”
Before Jade could fully comprehend the situation, was struggling to hold back, her walls clenching around his fingers, her entire body tense, Alexander rose from his chair, discarded the phone and pulled her to sit up with his fingers wrapped around her throat, his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes dark and he pushed his fingers deep inside her, bent and curled them right into the spot he knew she needed him, his thumb pushing into her clit harshly.
“Cum for meh, pupa” he growled. “Want t'ear yeh.”
She gasped, mewling desperately, her eyes wide as her body tensed and the waves of pleasure took control of her, her legs shaking as he coaxed her orgasm from her with ease, staring her down as her walls closed around his fingers, the burning strokes he offered too much and she was struggling to catch her breath.
A cocky smirk spread across his face as he watched her, pleased with himself and how quickly he'd managed to unwind her, chuckled as he saw her watch him closely.
Jade took in the way he stared down at her, barely affected beyond the prominent bulge in his tight suit trousers. “Alexander...” she whispered. “Please.”
He stretched his lip, raising an eyebrow. “Gunna take a bit more than tha' t'keep meh 'ere...”
Her eyes widened. “Y-You can't leave” she said, her words rushed, her plea soft, desperate. “I need you, Alexander, I need you to fuck me.”
He hummed. “Mmmm, reyht now?”
“Right now” she sighed, nodding eagerly. “Please. You look so fucking hot, I-I need it...”
He squeezed her throat lightly before moving to brush her hair back, his heart skipping a beat when she leaned desperately into his touch. “Yeh're sooch a good girl today, Jade...” he hummed. “So good for meh. I'll sit back 'n yeh're gunna come ride meh. 'ow's tha' sound t'yeh, eh? Yeh like the sound o' tha'?”
She mewled needily, nodding. “Y-Yes, anything.”
He smiled, pleased with her compliance and he let go, his eyes never leaving hers as he sank back down into his chair, resting his arms on the arm rests on each side, looking up at her expectantly.
For a moment she considered winding him up some more, was desperate to see him snap when he looked this irresistible, she wondered for a moment if she'd even be able to handle it, but the moment she took a second too long to think about it, he already reached to wrap his fingers around her throat again, dragging her closer and she whimpered, shifting eagerly into his lap, her hands coming down on his shoulder momentarily to steady herself, hold herself up with her knees on either sides of his thigh, then busying herself freeing his cock from the restraint of the tight suit trousers, her mouth practically watering when she wrapped her fingers around him, felt him pulsing against her palm, started stroking him slowly, her eyes wide, earning herself another squeeze around her neck, Alex's thumb digging into her soft skin below her chin to angle her head upwards.
“Fookin' look at meh.”
She breathed shakily, lifting her gaze, her lips parted in awe at him, how in control he looked, the vein in his arm prominent, tense. “Alexander...”
“Dun't remember tellin' yeh weh've got a lot o' time, doll” he drawled, his top lip stretching as he spoke, his tongue pressed into his cheek. “Eifer yeh make us bof cum before I 'ave teh go-...”
He was cut off when she lowered her hips and without a warning moved to let him slip inside her, all the way, yet left him unsatisfied with the angle even though she took him deep inside her, he felt she had too much control, his fingers closing around her ankles to pull her legs down, to pull her from the kneeling position roughly until she was properly sat in his lap, her legs dangling from the chair beneath the armrest, leaving her with no leverage and he hummed with satisfaction at the way she cried out at the sudden sensation, squirming, her eyes threatening to roll back.
“Thaaa's rehyt...” he drawled, smoothing back her hair, felt her hips shaking against his and he revelled in the feeling of her walls clenching around him, struggling to accommodate to the sudden impact, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Her eyes were stinging, her breathing shallow and she despised him as much as she adored him, lived for his untouchable sense of control, but she knew he was purposely making her task difficult again to watch her struggle, to make sure she would go out of her way to make an effort, to please him.
“Oh, doll, I fink I told yeh t'ride meh...” he said, disappointment laced in his tone and he groaned when she rolled her hips into his, hardly left her with any leverage to lift them and create any sort of friction between them because he'd made it nearly impossible for her to move in the position he'd reduced her to. “Darlin'...”
Once again, her desire to fuel the fire grew and she rolled her hips into his again, grinding against him, but not making the effort she'd previously made, looking back at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“Dun't fink yeh deserve it...”
She gasped. “N-No, Alexander, please...” she whimpered, a choked moan shaking her voice. “Y-You said I was a good girl, y-you-...”
“Yeah, but doll, yeh're not makin' an effort...” he said, raising an eyebrow, watching her desperate attempts to move, to work her hips into his with her hands steady on his shoulders, his thighs firm, tense underneath her.
“T-That's not fair...” she whispered, all her resistance going up in smoke as fast as it'd appeared.
“Awww...” he pouted, stroking his fingers through her hair. He knew that with his cock buried deep inside her, with her whining, doing everything she possibly could to rise to his impossible challenge, he was going to have a hard time leaving her, going to the meeting unsatisfied. “'ow 'bout yeh joost take me cock inteh yehr pretteh mouf then, eh?”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but instead of the resistance, the pleas he'd expected for him to fuck her, please her, she started nodding eagerly, licking her lips. “Anything.”
Her obedience, her limitless submission, dedication to his own satisfaction, it was too much and while he would've liked to tell himself he was merely taking pity on her, he lifted her from his lap more carefully than before because he adored her, had to give her what she deserved and he steadied her with his hand on her hip when he realised she wasn't entirely steady on her heels, rising from his seat and bending her forward on his desk slowly, his hand gripping the underside of her thigh to lift one of her legs up onto the desk as well, smoothing his flat hand down her back, placing her head against the wood, her cheek pressed against a stack of paper before he stood straight, giving his cock a few tugs, then positioning the tip against her eager heat, felt her walls flutter before he was even inside her.
“Wha' do weh say, pupa?”
She breathed out shakily. “P-Please” she whined. “Please, Alexander. Take what's yours.”
He groaned and without losing another second, he pushed his hips forward, his hands steady on her hips, hissing when he sank deep inside her, felt her clenching around him, drawing him in, hot, wet and eager. “Yessss, doll...” He groaned, giving another push to make sure he was buried inside her all the way and was met with no resistance.
She revelled in the blissful friction, the way his cock stroked her walls so good, the way he rocked her forward on his desk, had her whimpering with grattitude. “Thank you” she cried. “I-I love you, Alexander, thank y-you...”
He chuckled, couldn't deny the way her words instilled a deep sense of satisfaction inside him. “Tha's me good girl.”
Before she could get used to him, get used to the size, he'd started to pick up a merciless pace, his thrusts fast, deep, punishing, but most of all, rewarding.
Each time he filled her, he knocked the air right from her lungs, had her gasping, struggling to breathe, her knuckles turning white as she gripped on to the edge of the desk, was helpless, writhing beneath him, taking everything he was willing to give gratefully, sobbing against his desk with each hard push of his hips, nearly letting go at the sight of him as she looked back over her shoulder, his face scrunched up with complete pleasure and concentration, sweat forming at his forehead and his collarbones, the look of pure dominance that his sharp features accentuated weakening her beyond reason and she winced when his eyes met hers, his palm colliding instantly with her ass, his rings stinging and cold against the heat.
“F-Fuck, please...”
“Dun't yeh worreh, doll” he drawled, another push of his hips forcing her eyes shut. “Gunna make sure yehr cunt's well-stretched before yeh walk out of 'ere...”
“A-Alexander...”
“I kno', doll, I kno' yeh're close...” he assured her, winding her hair slowly, delicately around his fist before pulling her up slowly, her posture slipping and he reached around her to hold her instantly, pulled her back up against his chest as he continued rocking their hips together, his hand clamped over her breast. “Yeh're so gorgeous, darlin', I want yeh teh say me name when yeh cum on me cock, alreyht?”
She whimpered, nodding weakly, her chest rising and falling quickly, tears filling her eyes as she tried her hardest to hold on, could hardly stand on her own two feet, her fingers clamped over his, the other gripping on desperately to his bicep.
“Can yeh do tha' for meh? Talk t'meh, il mio amore...”
“Y-Yes, yes, Alexander, I'll do anything f-for you...” She sobbed.
“So patient...” he hummed, pulling her hair back until he had her head resting against his shoulder, stroking his fingers over her throat before letting his hand wander slowly down her body, sprawled out flat against her skin until it found its way between her legs, his fingertips hovering dangerously close to her clit and he drew back his hips slightly before with a hard thrust burying himself deep inside her, twisting her clit between two fingers and sending her into oblivion, her body shaking against him, squirming in his arms, a strangled moan falling from her lips.
She could barely breathe, barely hold on, would have no doubt fallen had he not held her so close. Her voice was shaky, raspy. “Alexander...”
He grunted, burying his face against the crook of her neck, sucking, biting, but there was no silencing him as his cock twitched inside her and he released, groaned against her skin, holding her tightly as he rode out both their orgasms slowly, then held her when his movements ceased, the only thing audible their heavy breaths.
“B-Baby...” she whispered, her fingers shaking.
“I've got yeh, darlin'.” He moved back slowly to pull out of her, hissing, holding on to her when she whimpered, didn't seem entirely stable on her feet and he helped her until she steadied herself with her hands pressed to the table top, then moving to fix her dress, pulling it down until it was all back in place. He tucked himself back in, doing up his belt. “Fook, I've got t'go, babeh.”
She lifted her head, looked back at him lovingly, sighing when he pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips, then made his way to the door, but she could hear him over the sounds of her own shaky breath as he exchanged a few words with Helders.
“Did sumbodeh ask for meh?”
“Told 'em yeh 'ad business teh attend to.”
“Reyht, fank yeh” he drawled, fumbling in his pocket before lighting himself a cigarette.
“Boss, wha' 'bout Jade?”
Alex chuckled. “Sheh'll need a moment” he said, but to his surprise heard her heels clicking on the ground, approaching and then she stood next to him, her hair smoothed back, her lipstick reapplied, her skin glowy and only slightly flushed at the neck, her chest still shaking, drawing attention to her breasts in a way he knew he couldn't resist for long and he reached out quickly to loop his arm around her.
“Sorry for keeping you” she said shakily to Helders, swallowing and biting back a squeal when she felt Alexander's hand wandering slowly down her back, squeezing her ass right where he'd hit it moments before, swearing to himself that when they got home in the evening he'd spank her better than he ever had, anticipated already how her eyes would sparkle if he told her.
“I-I hate you, Alexander” she whispered as they followed Helders to the lift where Cook was also waiting for them.
Alex chuckled, pressing his lips to her ear as the doors closed and they went up together. “Yeh remember tha' the next time yeh're pafeticalleh cryin' me name.”
“I-I wasn't pathetic, Turner.”
“Yeh was tryin' teh fook yehrself on meh, cryin' for meh teh take yeh” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “And I dun't want yeh teh call me tha'.”
She swallowed, could hardly respond before his breath tickled her skin again.
“Yeh kno' no one does it better, Jade.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw. “I'll show yeh later.”
“You think you can wait that long?” She asked.
He chuckled, but he was right, the following few meetings would be agony without her. “I'll spank yeh real good when weh're at 'ome, doll, I promise...” He drawled quietly. “If yeh suck meh off nice 'n sloppeh in the car, eh?”
She swallowed, her body curving into him, forgetting everything around her. “T-Turner...”
“Jade, I'll make yeh gag for tha' one.”
“Alexander...” she whispered, moving her hand to scratch lightly at the back of his neck, smiling at the way he leaned into her as she felt the soft fuzz that had her absolutely desperate for him. “I think you're just as weak for me as I am for you.”
A small smile tugged on the corners of his lips and he pressed another kiss against her jaw, his voice merely a hint, low, deepened, raspy when he responded. “I am, me love” he breathed. “But dun't yeh tell anehbodeh.”
