Chapter 4 Sophia #2
I inhale a deep breath. A year of fun, and then we can all take off our masks and be enemies is what I want to say, but I’m not stupid enough to embarrass the don of the Roselli family in front of his sons, or disrespect Massimo in the same way, even though by telling his father about the bet, that’s exactly what he did to me, intentionally or not.
He’s given his father leverage to cut me to the quick in front of each of his sons.
Massimo’s grip around my shoulders tightens. “If you’ll excuse us, my bride and I will leave you to visit among each other.” Massimo lifts me unexpectedly into the air, pressing me tight against his chest as he carries me to the stairs and up.
The minute we’re on the second floor and out of earshot, he says, “You’ll disregard what my father says out of ignorance and stupidity. You are my wife. That is all. It will take him time, but he will come to accept it with time. He has no choice, kitten.”
Elsie comes out of the room we’ve been sharing and whispers a congratulations as she meekly walks past us with pink cheeks.
A determined Massimo ignores her, pushing the door open with a dress shoe, and closing it behind him with another.
He carries me to the full-length oval mirror and lets me slide down his body before turning me to him.
“I want to see every inch of my bride as I undress you for the first time as my wife.”
My heart pounds, my emotions completely confused running from excitement to anticipation but then dashed with his father’s words. My eyes meet his. There’s no way not to feel hurt or to disregard what his father said. “So you can have fun for a year? You told him?”
He shakes his head while stroking a finger down my cheek.
“He has no idea of the context behind it, Sophia. If I knew he was going to say something like that, I wouldn’t have invited the bastard.
Now, wipe him from your mind, because I’ll not let my father tarnish our wedding day or night, understand? ”
Massimo kisses my lips gently, coaxing me into submission, exploring with his tongue until all thought of his father is gone and just the need to be in his arms remains.
He lifts the dark curls from my shoulder, kissing the lobe of my ear, sliding the warmth of his lips down the length of my neck sending shivers down my spine as his fingers begin unbuttoning the pearl buttons that begin on the back of my neck.
He slowly works his way down, opening them one at a time, baring my skin, caressing my lips, and marking my neck with the warmth of his lips and nip of his teeth.
“I want to see the beautiful curve of your spine and hips as this dress falls to the floor,” he growls, watching in the mirror as he slides the dress from my shoulders and lets it drop into a pile of white lace at my feet.
Massimo doesn’t need to say a word. The attraction between us has never been a question.
It’s been as magnetic as a force field since the very first time he touched me, from the time he kept me protected in the back seat of his car and on his lap while he rubbed the palms of my hands to bring life back into my limbs.
Taking care of me while I was at my weakest and anyone could have taken advantage, but yet he chose to protect me.
And maybe I should feel different, but right now, the attraction, that innate and overwhelming sense of his protection fills me with a sense that nothing else matters but him.
The rest of it all fades away to noise that makes no difference to me at all.
Especially when his hands slide around my hips, caressing the skin of my bare buttocks.
When Elsie told me that he asked for me to be bare underneath my dress for him, I could have said no, but of course I did not.
No, there’s a very real part of me that wants nothing but to give Massimo as much pleasure as he gives to me.
Besides, I have no doubt if I had left the silky white panties on that I originally planned to wear, my growly husband would rip them off with his teeth and toss them to the floor the minute he realized they were on.
His finger strokes down the side of my cheek.
“Tonight, there are no bets, there’s just us, there’s just what’s between us and when I bring you to the edge, there’s no holding back.
I want to hear you purr, kitten. I want to hear you scream my name over and over again.
No bet now standing in our way, understand?
” He lifts me to feast on one breast, then the other, suckling on each nipple and sending shock waves to my center while my ankles wrap around his waist and he carries me to bed.
Massimo places me on the bed, laying me down just the way he likes, positioning my feet apart with my knees up.
“Stay, kitten.” He remains standing to undress, taking his time, unleashing his black tie, then unbuttoning his crisp white shirt while my eyes take in every movement of his bared muscular abs as he breathes.
Every muscle clearly defined as my eyes follow the dark patch of hair.
The minute he’s undressed completely he takes his cock in his hand, leaning down to swipe it through the juices that have accumulated at my center, teasing me as the tip of him caresses the sensitive nub that is now swollen and aching for whatever attention he plans to give.
“Patience love, you’re far too impatient, kitten. Today, I plan to tease you unmercifully while I prepare to take your ass and its virginity. All of you will belong to me tonight.
He gathers each end of his tie and leans forward, balancing on his knees between my legs as he lifts my arms over my head, lacing the tie around my wrists and then securing them to the rings on the headboard behind me.
He gives them a little tug and smirks. “There, now I have you exactly where I want you. There’s no changing your mind or backing out now.
I’m going to make you scream my name as my wife, kitten.