30.
Alessandro's POV
"Let me go!" Amelia struggled, hitting her fists on my chest but I only held her tighter.
"What do you want?" She was forced to ask when she saw that I was quiet. I was only trying to frustrate her and make her calm down at the same time.
"Amoretto." I called in a low voice, moving my lips closer to her eyes and she quivered but quickly got herself together, hiding the fact that she was affected by our proximity.
"Look me in the eyes." I commanded, touching her chin and raising it up for her to meet my gaze.
She peeled my hand off her skin and tried to look away but I made her look at me again but this time, she wasn't able to look away since my gaze was soft and compelling.
"What do you want, Alessandro?" Amelia asked. My long fingers crawled up her cheeks, caressing them softly. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips not an hungry one this time.
"I'm.... I'm sorry." I apologised and her face lit up in astonishment. Yes, i don't apologize to people easily especially not people like Amelia.
Why would I say sorry to my own slave? B..but I just felt like I've wronged her even though I am still her master.
I pulled her into a tight hug and I could feel her body froze. "Are you surprised?" I chuckled, breaking the hug to look into her eyes.
"Y...yeah." she nodded slowly, tucking her hair away. "Y...you apologised to me. I'm stunned."
I moved on to grab her waist and pulled her more closer to me, until I felt her nipples poking my chest again.
"Yeah, you shouldn't think I'm doing this because I feel anything for you, okay?" I managed to put on a frown even though what I wanted to do was the opposite.
I wanted to smile at her, make her feel special and see me from another angle; someone human and not a monster.
Hell, I don't even know why I was trying to impress her.
"I know." Amelia nodded, the smile on her face fading off. Now, she was wearing a painful expression. "I know you don't have any feelings for me and I wasn't expecting that too." She walked away and sat on the bed, crossing her legs.
She sniffed in her tears and laughed dryly. "I think I'm bad luck, even right from the orphanage; I should've believed what the bullies used to say."
I shook my head, tucking my hands in my pockets. I strode towards her and stood steps away from her, squatting before her.
"Who called you ill luck? I never said that." I brushed some locks of her hair away to have a better view of her face and shit! She was in tears.
Why would she cry because of what I said? Did my words hurt her?
"Don't you think I'm different from any other person?" She inquired, her turquoise eyeballs fixed on mine, watching her with a hint of tenderness in my eyes.
Of course, Amelia was different from other girls. The girl that made my heart skip a beat in the worst way ever that I had almost lost my breath — she was the one; my amoretto.
Gorgeous, stubborn and dangerously hot. Just the perfect one to mess with my head.
"Why do people always treat me differently?" She sobbed. "Even Julian..he... he broke my heart."
"Shhh.." I placed my finger on her lips to shut her up. "Don't talk about that bastard." We shouldn't have started this conversation in the first place. Now my Amoretto was a crying mess.
"Stop—stop crying." I dabbed at her tears with my handkerchief and she accepted it, wiping her tears thoroughly. I wasn't so good at consoling people but in cases like this, I just had to try.
"I have a request, Alessandro."
I looked up, squinting my eyebrows. "What do you want, Amelia?"
I'll do anything for her but that was if it doesn't entail, breaking free and releasing her.
"Can you j...just kill me?"
"Uh? Why would you say such a thing?"
"I...I…"
"Shut up!" I rasped, rising to my feet. "Are you so tired of me that you want to die and disappear from my presence?"
"Ales…. Sandro."
"Don't you ever say such a thing!" I raised my finger. "Only I have the right to kill or do anything to you. Don't you dare thing about death or even say it? Is that clear?" I cocked my brows at her, waiting for her response and she nodded slowly.
"Y...yes, master."
"W...what are you doing?" Amelia trembled as I pushed her to the bed and pinned her between my hands.
I chuckled, moving my hands to squeeze her boobs.
"Moan for daddy." I ordered when she kept staring at me tactlessly.
"Louder!" I squeezed her tits more and she moaned loudly. "Good girl." I smiled, poking her cheeks.
"Alessandro...why are you still hard? I can feel your wood hitting me right on my pussy entrance." She frowned and I kissed her lips, letting the rest of her words hang in her throat.
"You want to die right?" I kissed her earlobe, making her moan, holding my head as I moved down to peck her tits.
"Why don't you let me kill you in a more pleasurable way; in a way where you'll want to die over and over again." I said, whispering softly.
"Is this about sex?"
I clicked my tongue, slapping her tits as I sucked the other. "What else is this about? Don't be an idiot!"
"Oh, you mean killing me with your dick; I mean thrusting hard in me and making me cum?"
"Naughty slut!" I spanked her ass, pulling her up until our face were just an inch apart. "You'll know, just do as I say, okay?"
She kept out a moan as I slipped my fingers into her pussy and she let out a moan in my ear, whispering my name softly in the most angelic voice ever.
"Why don't we go to a BDSM club? Remember you're still my submissive."