Mob Sorcery 5 - Ch15

“Do you mean ‘private’ private, or should I join you as consigliere?” Fia asked, her eyes dancing between Alessia and Vince.

Alessia bit her lip and hesitated.

“This will be about more than money.” Vince rose to his feet. “So probably not.”

Pola pouted and glowered at her sister. A few of the other girls raised an eyebrow at Alessia.

“What?” the mafia don asked defensively, hunching her shoulders under their combined gazes. “Vince is saying that, not me.”

“Uh huh.” Nina turned to look at Gabriela. “Fifty bucks she can’t walk out of that room after they’re done.”

Gabriela blinked and her expression turned to confusion, then understanding. “Ohhh, right. Forgot he said he wasn’t fucking her. I just sort of assumed with how she acted.”

A hiss escaped Alessia as she bared her teeth at the two taller women. She then spun and strode toward the exit, the frills on one side of her dress bouncing with each step she took.

When he didn’t follow, Alessia turned and looked at him. “We’ll talk in the study.”

“Try not to eat too much,” Vince told the others as he followed his boss. “Or kill each other.”

“I will restrain any who attempt violence,” Kiyoko said, drawing several looks of surprise. Evidently they’d forgotten her as she remained relatively quiet.

Alessia led Vince into the long, winding hallway that wound around the northern side of the penthouse. The doors remained closed at all times here, so even after a couple of months of visits, he still had no clue what lay inside each room. Alessia and Pola each had their own bedroom, and there were two unused ones—he’d had his first time with Fia in one. Another was a shared bathroom.

But there were seven doors along this L-shaped corridor, and that only accounted for five of them. His boss’s mention of a study was news to him.

Of course, Vince became just as distracted by the sight in front of him, compared to the mystery of what lay behind each door.

Alessia practically sashayed ahead of him. Once they’d left the main room, she began to exaggerate her stride, waving her hips from side to side with each step. Thanks to her dress, the effect forced Vince to focus on her rear.

“Forced?” Daji asked with obvious amusement. “So if I shake my ass in front of you, you’ll have no choice but to stare at it?”

He refused to give in to her teasing.

Alessia’s dress today was an odd red-and-black number that initially appeared modest. The bottom half comprised a multi-layered cascade of frills that fell nearly to her ankle. The frills favored one side, revealing one calf but hiding the other.

But when she walked like this, the frills bounced out of view and revealed the skintight bottom. Vince had ample time to admire his boss’s ass with only a thin layer of fabric in the way.

“She’s wearing panties under it. You can see the line,” Daji said, ruining his illusion.

Then again, he now wanted to spot the line for himself.

Only for Alessia to ruin it by turning in front of one of the mystery doors. She raised an eyebrow at him, her cheeks coloring.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked. The husky tone of her voice suggested she knew exactly where he’d been staring.

Part of Vince wondered if he should seize the opportunity, but then recalled what he needed to discuss. Pulling his dick out, metaphorically or otherwise, would make the coming discussion harder.

Instead, he glanced at the remaining mystery door. She followed his gaze and frowned.

“Do you need something from the atelier?” she asked.

He blinked. “The atelier?” Had either sister mentioned an atelier in the penthouse? “That’s what the remaining mystery room is?”

“Mystery room? What are you…” Alessia trailed off, then pressed her fingers against her forehead. “Pola never gave you a tour, did she?”

“No. I’ve figured out most of the other rooms. Not hard when most of them are bedrooms. But this room and the atelier have been unknown to me.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go exploring. Although both rooms are locked when not in use.”

He had discovered as much. Alessia half-smiled when she saw his expression.

“Allow me to ruin the mystery by showing you the atelier then.” She walked up to the other door and her hand glittered with a spell.

The door clicked open and the wolfgirl pushed it inward. Vince peeked over her shoulder. Her tail batted against his legs and her breath sped up.

Inside was a decently sized atelier, by private standards. It had nothing on the stadium-sized one he and Nina had rented, but only spatial distortion spells let somebody have something like that privately.

A stone bookshelf and matching table lined one wall, while the other remained clear for what Vince assumed to be target practice. Painted bricks covered the walls, and the ceiling looked like something out of a previous millennium.

“Do private ateliers usually look this… out of place?” he asked.

“Unless they’re in a pocket dimension, the building code requires all ateliers to be separately reinforced from the rest of the internal layout,” Alessia explained. “Every surface needs to be able to withstand significant magical impacts, and the atelier as a whole is warded to contain anything short of a meister-tier spell.”

“So I can’t practice my dragon here?”

“Absolutely not.” She placed a hand on her hip. “Do you want to go in?”

He shook his head. “The mystery has been solved. Just need to see this study.”

She pursed her lips, then led him back to the study. He got another glimpse of her ass in the process.

This time, she produced a key to unlock the study.

At his questioning glance, she said, “I’m in the process of updating the study to match the remaining rooms. All rooms possessed a mechanical lock once, save the atelier. My father made sure we didn’t have the keys to the study, however.”

“Pola?” he asked.

“Pola.”

She opened the door to reveal a very old-fashioned study. More of a den, really.

Floor-to-ceiling bookcases dominated the far side, standing behind a colossal wooden desk. The study was the size of the average master bedroom, yet smaller than the sisters’ rooms.

Yet other than the desk and bookcases, it remained bare of furniture. Indents on the floor indicated other furnishings had been recently relocated. Between the lack of dust and the boxes in the corner, Vince guessed Alessia really was updating the study.

She strode over to the desk, but less confidently than she’d led him here. Rather than walk behind it and sit in the oversized leather chair, she leaned against the front of the desk and faced him.

When Vince closed the door, he noticed the lack of the usual control panel each room contained. Instead, some normal switches sat in a fancy fake-wood receptacle.

“Is this room soundproofed?” he asked, pointing at the switches. “Don’t you usually turn it on?”

“That’s the new system. This room uses passive soundproofing, so it’s always private,” she said. “It wasn’t renovated.”

A quick glance confirmed even the carpet and paint appeared much older than the rest of the penthouse. Pola had commented that they used this penthouse initially when attending school, as the family estate was outside of the city. That was likely 15 years ago, as he doubted Alessia lived here before middle school.

“This was your father’s study, wasn’t it?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, leaning her head back and staring up at a dated light fitting. Her father clearly preferred a décor that was older even than Vince’s mother.

“He rarely stayed here, preferring the tower or estate,” Alessia said, voice just above a whisper. “But he visited a lot, and if he had work, he did it here. I… left it as it was, even when I fully renovated and stripped the penthouse clean for a security upgrade before moving back in after becoming the new family head.”

“Why change that now?”

She shot him an uncertain smile. “Because as you’ve likely noticed, I spend most nights here now, not in my condo in the tower. Pola whines that I’ve stolen her penthouse, but…”

“I’m certain she likes having her sister around more,” Vince said. “Almost as much as she likes whining.”

“Thank you.” Alessia choked back a laugh, but her smile grew more confident. “I need somewhere to work, as the living room isn’t equipped for it. That means more renovation, even if it’s more contained.”

Vince had a bad feeling where this was going. “I’m not moving into the penthouse, Alessia, but I don’t plan to cut back on my visits.” He paused, even as she looked away with a grimace. “Well, I will have to cut back compared to now. I don’t usually spend half my nights here.”

“I understood that.” She sighed. “Part of me hoped for otherwise, or that the objections may purely come from Nina. But after the past week…”

An uncomfortable silence suffocated the room. Alessia balled her fists and her expression tightened.

Finally, after ten or so seconds of the most excruciating silence Vince had dealt with, she looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me?” she asked, almost too quiet for him to hear her.

He nearly asked her to repeat herself, but her pained expression confirmed she’d said what he thought she had.

Rather than blurt out a denial or panic, Vince took a breath. She winced and broke his gaze.

“No,” he said.

Her eyes widened and she stared at him, likely matching the expression he’d worn when she last spoke.

“But we do need to clear the air between us,” he added. “You’re both my employer and someone important to me. That’s… been difficult for me to get a grip on, particularly as I’ve attracted more attention.”

“You mean, now that everyone else understands how capable you truly are,” Alessia said. Her expression was guarded, but the way she pursed her lips and drummed one finger against the desk suggested her emotions had shifted to being curious and wary. “I’m certain Quintus Hierum knew exactly what he had up his sleeve. I’ve given you the opportunity to showcase to the city what that old demon tried to keep secret.”

“You can put it that way, but I’ve definitely grown a lot, too,” he said. “And we’ll get further, faster, if you don’t try to object to everything I say, and stick to the important things.”

“I think that was important.” She bit her lip. “If it’s not me, then why all this drama? I offered you a house—”

“And that was the drama,” he interrupted.

She stared at him. Her ears pricked upward, before lowering as she bared her teeth at him. “What does that even mean?”

“I did just say—”

“Vince, if you tell me that’s not important, I will kick you in the balls.”

He froze, then whistled. “I didn’t think you could make threats that crass.”

“Do you want to see me carry one out?” Alessia growled. Her nails dug into the desk.

Given she possessed the same superhuman strength of all wolfgirls, he preferred to remain fertile.

“How can it be because I offered you a house?” she asked, throwing her hands in the air. “You’ve spent the past week buzzing about the city, visiting my enemies and rivals. Fia played coy, and I assumed you were gathering allies. But when I met Gabriela and learned she loved you, I realized she’d tried to recruit you.”

“Actually, she refused to,” Vince said.

Alessia stopped dead, mid-tantrum. “What?”

“I asked Gaby how much she’d offer me if I went full-time for the cartel, or the closest equivalent for them. She knocked me back entirely. Wouldn’t even risk taking it to her dragon backer.”

Her face turned white as a sheet. Now, instead of digging her nails into the desk, she leaned on it for support. Her ears and tails fell as low as they could and stopped moving.

“You wanted to leave?” she asked, eyes wide and lip shaking.

“No,” he said, nearly tripping over his words in the process. “I said I won’t betray you, and I meant it.”

“Then why ask my enemies and rivals for work, when I’m right here!” Fire returned to the don’s eyes and face. She stomped a heeled foot against the carpet.

Internally, Vince breathed a sigh of relief. He could deal with angry Alessia. The face she’d made earlier terrified him, as he’d stared heartbreak in the eyes.

“Because I needed to know what I was worth, Alessia,” he said, keeping his tone calm in the face of her anger. “I’ve shot up from struggling to make rent, to being offered a damn house. Fuck, I just got offered millions by a fox clan to work for them, and that wasn’t even to go corporate. It’s hard for me to work out if I’m getting that because I’ve earned it, or if it’s because you’re overpaying me.”

The two of them stared at each other. Alessia’s expression flickered through a series of emotions. Bewilderment, deep thought, uncertainty, and finally an almost begrudging understanding.

“I assumed your willingness to argue over your pay meant you’d understood your own ability,” she said. “That was my mistake. You always seem to have everything together when we talk in private.”

“I have my pride,” he said.

“More than enough of it, I’d say.” Her tone was dry, but her ears twitched and her tail wagged. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I would have preferred if you’d at least spoken to me about it.”

He stared at her. Her cheeks colored again.

But she didn’t say anything.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Nina about negotiations, it’s to not show weakness to the person you’re negotiating with.” He crossed his arms. “I’m breaking that now, because this isn’t a normal negotiation at arms length. But you’ve admitted that you would have paid me less if you knew I couldn’t afford rent when you first hired me. And it’s arguably only with the heist that you started paying me fairly.”

Alessia bit her lips and wrapped one hand around the other arm. “I was taught—and have learned in just a few short years—that being overly profligate with remuneration provides little benefit. The expensive benefits, such as free alcohol and security, need to be provided anyway. They’re status symbols and make people feel valued. If you pay everyone extra, then some will still demand even more.”

“The squeaky wheel gets the grease.” Vince wished he had something to lean on, but the boxes blocked the wall behind him. “Nina’s mentioned that her best offers always came when she was walking out.”

“Did she put you up to this?” A hint of bitterness entered Alessia’s voice.

“Yes, but only after I asked for advice. I needed to know what I’m worth.”

“I could have provided detailed records of payment, explained the breakdowns and market rates,” she insisted.

“Alessia.”

She pouted. Part of him wanted to hug her, as she looked so alone and defensive. If someone else made her feel like this, he’d want to punch them.

Should he punch himself?

“Women like her need humbling from time to time,” Daji suggested. “Maybe try putting her upside down and fucking her into the ground from above to make things even clearer.”

Yeah, he continued to ignore the horny fox in his head. She tutted at him.

“I needed external… validation, I guess?” He scratched the side of his head. “Maybe you were overpaying me. Maybe you were underpaying me. It, uh, didn’t work like I intended, however. Evidence is sketchy as hell, and everything is tied into the work you’ve given me.”

“You fought an eight-tail fox and walked away.” Alessia stared at him with wide eyes. “How can you not understand that makes you valuable?”

“Because the immortals I’m dealing with don’t act like it.”

The defensiveness left her posture and she straightened up. He half-expected her to pull her phone out and ring up Quintus, just to yell at him.

“I’ll explain,” he said, recognizing the defiant fire in her eyes. “Gaby explained the rates I’d probably get, and why the heist deal was a good one. You covered the costs, and those were extensive. 250k for a job like that would be eaten up fast by expenses. But she also told me that Therox could offer more. If only to annoy Wagner, through you.”

“That sounds accurate.” Alessia flicked her hair in annoyance. “My few encounters with Therox have been… odd, to say the least. He looks at me as if I’m a prized piece of treasure, that so happens to be owned by his rival. As such, he wants to own me. Or destroy me, if he can’t have that.”

“Sounds like he’s as childish as I’ve heard.”

“He is. His rivalry is absurd to begin with. Uncle Wagner could crush him.”

Maybe Vince dodged a bullet when Gabriela refused to involve Therox.

“What next?” Alessia asked. “While my enforcers told me you visited Immanuel today, and Fia said it was to reconcile matters with Quintus Hierum, I don’t know if you spoke with anyone else.”

“It was Quintus next,” he admitted. “I pissed him off by being too… confident, I guess. But that got Bastet involved.”

A sharp intake of breath followed, and Alessia’s eyes glittered with curiosity. “Is she the immortal that didn’t take you seriously?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Because she treated me seriously once, and I saw the eyes of an ancient demon amusing herself, but who expected nothing. If she became directly involved, it means she took an interest in you.”

He grimaced and looked away. “She made an impression. Her offer was… good. Hundreds of thousands per year, plus bonuses, plus a couple million for a home and lots of extras. Lots of extras. But it was tied to a ten-year contract. Quintus even said afterward that it wasn’t an offer intended to lure me away.”

“She staked a claim, but also helped you.” Alessia tapped her lower lip with one red fingernail, the nail polish practically glowing in the room’s light. “That’s still a generous offer to walk away from.”

“Tell me about it. The rest…” He paused. “We can talk about Quintus outside.”

“He didn’t make an offer?”

“He outright said he preferred for me to work for you.”

She clicked her tongue. “Because he can still hire you.” Her eyes narrowed. “He did exactly that, didn’t he?”

“Like I said—”

“It can wait, then.” She shook her head. “What about the foxes? I agree with Fia that today feels like a grand scheme. I can’t even discount the possibility Kreesa was part of it, and that other foxes would have rescued you on the way back, putting Houou at risk while making you indebted to them.”

Vince’s jaw dropped slightly, and he swiftly closed it. “Okay, I didn’t think of that. It’s an insane plan.”

“So is what Kreesa intended. Even if another clan paid her to arrest you, the way she did it threatened to destroy the current order of Aulfair. Only someone who wanted to weaken Houou’s position—even temporarily—would have done it. It would have triggered their civil war practically overnight.”

Once again, Vince realized he was completely out of depth with this sort of corporate politicking compared to Alessia.

But unlike when he took his first job, he cared this time. He’d all but ignored Fia’s explanation about why Kaziern had mattered, but understood better why she’d explained it. The consequences that followed tied directly to Kaziern’s importance to Houou’s expansion plans, and he should have expected a serious attempt by the foxes to crush him.

“Putting aside the schemes, Toya Miura offered me… a lot,” he said. “A retainer fee to make me available when the civil war starts, including an activation fee. Then he’d pay me per job at market rates. Not a single job to cover the civil war, but multiple. He said it would be millions.”

“It would be.” Alessia’s eyes darkened. “A conflict like this might take the rest of the year. Did you refuse it?”

“Kreesa showed up before I had the chance.”

“Damn.”

For Vince, it helped that he hadn’t needed to make a rash decision. Especially as he knew where he wanted to be.

“So, after all that, what did you learn?” she asked him.

“That I’m definitely worth a lot of money,” he said drily. “I just need a way to cash out my net worth.”

Her look was dry enough to burn his skin.

“But more than anything else, I know you’re not deliberately underpaying me. Even if market rates are… kind of bullshit.” His words elicited a smirk from her. “But there’s something else. I worry a lot about money, when it’s not even my greatest problem anymore.”

When she opened her mouth to object, annoyance written all over her face, he forestalled her with a raised hand.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to be paid a lot, Alessia,” he clarified. “When we first met, I said I took dangerous jobs to challenge myself, instead of a cushy position that paid better. Maybe I was telling the truth, maybe I was lying to myself. I want that to be the case again. But with better pay.”

“Is that it?” She sounded almost disappointed.

“I’m trying to handle the money aspect here, Alessia.” He stared at her cleavage until she covered them with one hand, face on fire. “I also want to work with you and the rest of the Lionettis. If that can be done without money worries, all the better.”

“Money first then.” She ran a hand through her hair and tried to recompose herself.

He didn’t miss the glances she shot at his crotch, but ignored them.

“I suspect if I’d held on to the associate offer until now, you’d take it. How frustrating that it’s off the table,” she said. “But you’re an associate in all but name if we continue working together. Maybe you’ll marry Pola, maybe you’ll marry…” She trailed off, but he swore he caught her mouthing “me.”

“I’ll be blunt, I don’t care if it’s a long-term contract or a series of smaller ones,” he said. “But I want a place—a decent one—and to not have to constantly argue with you over whether it’s enough. Maybe even Nina will shut up about it.”

“I doubt that. My impression, now that I’ve dealt with her enough, is that she’s terrified of commitment. She flits from employer to employer, and even now isn’t entirely settled despite her friendship with Fia. You might be the first thing she’s cared enough about to forsake her own flightiness.”

He shrugged, unsure how to take Alessia’s opinion on Nina. “I’ll let you play psychiatrist. But those are my terms.”

“The series of shorter contracts is best from a legal standpoint. A long contract can be perceived as making you a corporate enforcer, and there’ll be scrutiny anyway. The house is easy. I’ll contact an agent after this to help you. Just make sure it’s nearby—north side of the harbor minimum. Pay…” She sighed and raised a hand. “I’ll need to talk to Enrico to make sure we dot the I’s and T’s. I can’t just give you a few hundred thousand for every odd job, or the contact will be worthless.”

“Got it. I imagine our lawyers can hash that out, as they know the legal bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” she chided him. “It would be easy if you married Pola, you know. Your money problems would go away.”

He stepped forward. “Do you really want me to marry Pola?”

Alessia’s eyes widened slightly, but she held her ground. “I’ve made the offer before. You’d become a de-facto corporate enforcer, but that’s a set of rules we can work around now that you’re dealing with other conglomerates. And all the discussion about money would—”

He closed the gap between them and touched her cheek. Alessia’s breath hitched. A rapid thwapping sound echoed in the room as her tail knocked against the desk repeatedly.

“Is that really what you want?” he whispered in her ear.

She gulped.

Then she leaped upward and skittered across the room. Alessia nearly tripped over a box in the corner.

“You said this would be about money.” Her cheeks burned bright red.

“I think we’ve handled the money. Now it’s about why we needed to do this to begin with.”

Vince tried to corner her again, and she shot back to the desk. She hesitated, as if considering using the desk as a barrier, but chose to linger on his side of it.

“Because you were approaching other potential employers,” she said.

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s because I couldn’t trust that you were offering me a house purely to keep me onboard. You’ve used money to try to manipulate me before—even at Christmas not to fuck Pola too much.”

“That wasn’t it. It was because—”

He ignored her desperate defense. “You want me, Alessia. I want you. But we’ve danced around each other for stupid reasons.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” She pouted at the floor.

When he placed his hands against her cheeks, she didn’t try to flee this time. Her wolf ears twitched and she looked up at him.

“If I ask for the package deal again, will you accept?” he asked.

Her gaze turned heated, but she scowled at him. “I’m not part of a package.” Her hands pressed back against his chest. “And you could have done this months ago.”

“You could have, too.” He laughed at her expression. “I should have taken Nina’s advice ages ago and just made a move.”

Nina’s name caused Alessia’s eyes to burn and her ears to shoot bolt upright. “Whatever she said, it was wrong and—”

He shut his boss up with a kiss. A small scream of surprise vanished down his throat as he held her close. Her soft lips molded to his and she flicked at his tongue with her own when he intruded.

After a few seconds, he broke away. Her breath came hot and heavy. Her tail slammed into the table at almost hypersonic speeds. She absently drew a pattern on his chest.

Then she pulled herself together and hunched her shoulders. “Maybe we should finish the deal we discussed and go back to the others. Vince—”

She let out a yelp when he kissed her ear. His hands held her tight as she squirmed.

“I’m not going until I get you to admit that you want me to fuck you,” he said.

“That’s too crude!” she protested.

“Then try saying it another way. Like ‘I love you’ or something like that.”

Her eyes began to turn into dinner plates, but he cut off her response with another kiss. She moaned into his mouth. Her hands slid around his back and pulled him against her, crushing his chest against her massive breasts. The thin fabric of her dress allowed him to feel her hardening nipples even through her bra.

His fingers wandered lower, and he pressed one against her belly, just above her crotch.

She shot backward the moment he did that, uncertainty warring in her eyes.

“I… Vince, I…” She looked around in a brief panic.

He backed off, wary Alessia wasn’t ready. She didn’t let go of him, however.

“Alessia?” he asked softly.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured. Her usually ice-blue eyes practically glowed with heat. “You’re so much more assertive in my dreams.”

He chuckled and gave her another kiss. She pouted at him.

“You still haven’t said it,” he said.

She stared at him. Her face somehow turned even redder, but she continued to meet his gaze.

“I want you to marry me, not Pola,” she whispered, so quietly it was as if she didn’t even want herself to hear it. “I’ve been so afraid of admitting I wanted you. That I might love you, or care enough to find out if this was more than a crush. The last time was… so disappointing. I didn’t want to be crushed again.”

His eyes softened and he brushed his fingers along her jaw. She raised her head almost instinctively and sighed happily.

“I said I wouldn’t betray you,” he said. “I thought of you as a spoiled rich girl when we first met, but I know you’re much more than that. Whoever disappointed you was a shitbag. You shouldn’t ever think of them again.”

A soft giggle escaped her. “Fia and June told me the same thing. But…”

He interrupted her with a kiss. Gentler than the others. His lips pressed against hers, but he made her take it further. His tongue remained firmly in his mouth. It would almost be chaste, if it weren’t for the emotion he put into it and the soft gasp Alessia let out.

Her tongue tickled his lips, as if asking for an invite. He let her in.

She slipped inside his mouth and her arms wrapped around his back, fully giving into him.

He took control in an instant. Her eyes shot open as his tongue dominated hers, and he pushed her backward. Her back hit the desk, but he kept the kiss going.

Bent over her father’s old desk, he spread Alessia’s legs mid-kiss and rubbed a finger along her crotch. He found her pussy through the fabric of her dress and her panties.

He broke the kiss for a moment. Saliva dangled between their lips and Alessia’s eyes glazed over.

She gulped. “I’m not on contraceptives.”

“That’s what the morning after pill is for,” he said.

As forward as it was, he undid his pants and freed his rapidly growing erection. His nearly erect cock flopped against Alessia’s crotch and belly. Her eyes stared at his length with raw desire, but her expression suggested she still struggled to comprehend how fast things were moving.

He slid a finger beneath the fabric of her dress, then beneath her panties. Wetness greeted him even before he got close to her slit.

“Alessia?” he asked.

She looked up at him in confusion. A few seconds passed before she mouthed “oh.”

“I love you, Vince,” she said, more confidently than before. “In my dreams, you usually just fuck me.” Her eyes returned to his cock and she bit his lip. “I’ve seen the photos, but it’s so much bigger in reality.”

He half-expected her to ask if it would fit, but she simply squirmed against him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he said.

She glared at him. “I’ve done sex ed, Vince. I know my anatomy. You’re not going to split me in two or—”

Once again, he shut her up with a kiss. His cock rubbed against her slick outer folds and she moaned into his mouth.

“You might think otherwise in a little bit.” He grinned at her and slipped a digit in her.

[Alessia sex scene in book]

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Commentary: I had intended to write the sex scene before posting, but I've taken a short writing break (the first proper break in months where I don't intend to write anything each day) and it made it difficult to come back to write a sex scene of all things. This writing break also means the next chapter will be a little delayed. I probably should have taken this break earlier, as an intended break is a lot more refreshing than days where I spin my wheels constantly thinking about work and trying to get stuff written.

Anyway, Alessia has finally been claimed. I suspect everyone has their own vision of how this chapter should have gone down. Vince and Alessia have danced around each other long enough for that to have happened, and it's often expected for one or the other partner to be much more dominant in harem. So I'd appreciate your thoughts on how the scene played out.