radicalducati Chapter 99
Chapter 99
The family decided to part ways for the night. Everyone was emotionally drained, and there was nothing more to say—not yet. Zane left without another word, his expression unreadable. Pamela stayed behind briefly, hoping to speak with him again, but when it became clear he wasn’t ready, she quietly slipped out.
Alessia and Christian returned to their home in silence, the weight of the evening pressing down on them. When they finally stepped through the door, Alessia let out a shaky breath and sank onto the couch. Christian sat beside her, pulling her into his arms.
She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed her. “You’re the only thing I’m sure of in this life,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Christian tightened his hold on her, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “And I always will be,” he said softly. “No matter what happens, Alessia, I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”
The sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Alessia stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, she felt the weight of the previous day’s revelations threatening to settle back over her. But the sound of water running in the bathroom broke through her thoughts. Christian was in the shower.
A small smile tugged at her lips. Despite everything, he was her anchor, her one certainty in the chaos. She stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the bed around her, and closed her eyes again, listening to the soothing rhythm of the water.
A few minutes later, the sound stopped, and she heard the bathroom door creak open. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the steam as Christian stepped out, a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was damp, water droplets glistening on his skin, and his familiar, confident grin spread across his face as he caught her watching him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice warm and teasing.
Alessia propped herself up on her elbows, her smile widening. “Morning. You’re up early.”
Christian walked over to the edge of the bed, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Couldn’t sleep much. Too many thoughts.” He kissed her forehead, then trailed his lips down to her cheek, his breath warm against her skin. “But seeing you makes it all better.”
Before she could respond, his mouth met hers in a deep, lingering kiss. Alessia melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to rest against his chest. The world outside—the lies, the danger, the uncertainty—faded away in his arms. All that mattered was the way he made her feel: safe, loved, and utterly desired.
Christian pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, “You’re the only thing keeping me grounded right now.”
Her heart swelled at his words, and she pulled him closer, her fingers tracing the damp skin of his back. “You’re my everything,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with conviction.
He kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment.
He leaned in, pressing his body against hers, and kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. Alessia responded eagerly, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. Christian couldn’t believe how good she tasted, like sweet wine and temptation.
He reached down, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, feeling her curves against his hardening cock. Alessia let out a soft moan, grinding against him. Christian knew that they couldn’t wait any longer.
He took her hand, leading her up to her apartment. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply as he reached up under her dress, feeling for her wet pussy.