Chapter 34 Maximo
Maximo
My eyes roll back in my head when she grips my cock. When her hand stills, I realize that I completely forgot to warn her about what she’d find down there. Easing back, I drag my shirt over my head, then I unzip my trousers and free my dick. The tip glistens with precum.
Elena gasps, rising up onto her elbows, eyes wide as she takes me in for the first time. I let her, slowly stroking myself. Will she like what she sees?
“What..? Oh my god.”
I glance down at my pierced shaft. “What do you think?” I ask, nervous about her response.
“Does it hurt?”
I chuckle. “Only while I was having it done. Recovering was a bit of a bitch too.”
Her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I get it, it’s a lot to take in.
I run my thumb up the underside of my cock, touching each piercing. “This is called a Jacob’s Ladder. And this,” I flick the metal at the ridge and groan, “is a King’s Crown.”
“Why would you do that to yourself?” She seems totally mystified.
With one hand, I squeeze the base of my cock, with the other I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy before I admit the truth.
“For you, bella. For your, and our, pleasure. This is as close to a shadow daddy’s monster cock as you’ll ever get.
I wanted you to be excited about riding it every time I fuck you.
I wanted to give you something almost otherworldly. ”
Her jaw drops. She’s looking at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind—which may be the case. But I stumbled across some monster Romantasy and took inspiration from it.
Recovering, she licks her lips. A moan sounds in her throat as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her tight, slippery cunt.
“Are you ready for this, cara mia?”
She enthusiastically nods.
“Use your words,” I growl. She’s killing me here.
“Yes,” she says on a hushed breath. “Please.”
I gaze down at her. “Are you a virgin?”
“I’ve never been with a man.” She flushes a bright red. “But I’ve used toys on myself before.”
Her admission further turns me on. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods.
Lining myself up, I thrust into her sweet pussy and just about lose my shit. The one thing I didn’t admit to her is that this is my first time since getting pierced. Holy fuck. It’s intense. Almost too much to take as I move deeper into her wet heat. This is like being a damn virgin all over again.
She clings to me, her gasps and moans music to my ears. I revel in the way she moves against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. But I need to make her come one more time before I do.
Gritting my teeth to keep from spilling inside of her too soon, my thumb circles her clit as I pump my hips. Fucking hell. Starbursts explode in my vision as I thrust deep and slow at first, then picking up speed. Sweat dampens my skin.
“Come for me, bella. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock.” I speak through clenched teeth.
“Oh God, Maximo!” She quivers and moans beautifully as she comes in my arms. My name on her lips, and the way her cunt strangles my dick, has me following her over the edge. With one last thrust I release a beastly roar. My balls tighten and I coat her insides with ropes of hot cum.
We collapse against each other, breathing hard. I flip onto my back, drawing her against my chest. For several moments, we silently cling to each other, returning to our bodies after the most amazing sex of my life.
Gradually her breathing returns to normal. Her fingers lightly brush over the portrait tattooed on my upper arm. “When did you get this done?”
I hesitate, but only for a second, before I tell her the truth. “About two and a half years ago.”
She chokes on a strangled gasp. Silence stretches between us as she takes in this new information and whatever insights she gleans from it. I’d give anything to be able to read her mind right now. Do I sound like a fucking psychopath?
She’d only seen me a few times at that point, but I’d watched her closely those first two years.
Every encounter showed me more about this woman.
I discovered first her shyness, then her bravery, that fire in her soul, and how much she cares for others.
I watched the broken girl blossom into something amazing.
I wish she could see herself the way I do.
She clears her throat. “And uh… the other women you’ve been with since then haven’t found it strange that you have a woman’s face on your skin? They weren’t… jealous?” She’s fishing for even more information, which I take as a good sign.
This time I don’t balk. “Elena, I haven’t been with anyone since the first time I laid my eyes on you four years ago.”
“Oh,” she breathes out the word. “Oh.”
“You’re it for me, bellissima.” I drop a kiss on her bare shoulder. Perhaps, with time, she’ll feel the same way I do.
Obsessed. Head over heels. Certain that we’re soulmates.
A hush falls between us again, but this time it’s comfortable, easy. This is heaven and I want to stay right here forever.
After a few minutes, I break the quiet, only because I love hearing her voice. “You seemed to enjoy the photoshoot this morning.” I caress her hair, still reveling in the fact that Elena’s naked in my arms. I’m the luckiest man on earth.
“I loved it. I can’t wait to see the pictures. The gown, the horse, this magical setting—it all felt perfect. I felt like a queen.”
“Mm, and do you enjoy feeling like a queen?” It’s a somewhat rhetorical question, but an important one.
“Of course, who wouldn’t? Although sitting on a throne sounds fun, it might get boring after a while. If I were a queen, I’d spend my days riding a horse like Midnight all over my kingdom.” She sounds so enthusiastic that it brings a smile to my lips.
I plant a kiss on the top of her head. “You make the most beautiful queen. In fact, I hope you’ll consider being my queen and ruling at my side.”
She glances up at me. “You mean in real life?”
I nod.
“Like a mafia queen?”
Again, I bob my head. “You’re smart, diplomatic, and imaginative. I want you at the meetings, involved in my business, because I value your insights and perspective.”
After a moment she lets out a dry laugh. “You must be new to this world. Everyone knows there are only two types of players: kings and pawns. Queens don’t exist. Women aren’t allowed at the top.”
“I beg to differ. My mother’s a queen. She and my father rule together, side-by-side. It’s what I’m used to seeing, what I grew up expecting of my wife.”
“Really?” Her curious tone encourages me to tell her more.
“Absolutely. My parents—unlike so many—were a love match. They chose each other from the beginning. My siblings and I grew up in a loving, supportive family. Although my father can be strict, he’s never cruel.”
“I… I have absolutely no idea what that would be like.” She rests her cheek against my chest. “My father was terrible. Even though he never really hurt me, mostly because I bent over backwards to please him, he was violent toward my sister and mother. They all hid it so well, I didn’t know half of what went on beneath our roof until I was nearly grown up.
You’re lucky to have such an amazing family. ”
My chest hurts at her description of her childhood. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories involving my predecessors. Lorenzo, and his son Matteo, were the worst sort.
Cian O’Rourke, Ravenna’s husband, did the world a favor when he murdered Matteo—and rumor has it he may have also been involved in Lorenzo’s mysterious death. But my money’s on Ravenna herself having taken out the old bastard. It wouldn’t be the first time a child turned on their abusive parent.
“I know about your father’s reputation, but not so much about your mother.”
Elena shivers. “She wasn’t a strong woman, certainly no queen. In the end she disappointed us all. She helped Papa sell my sister on the flesh market. It was horrible. Then when Papa was killed, she took her own life, leaving my sister and I all alone.”
I hold her closer, an attempt to shield her from all these past horrors. “You and your sister are both safe now. Not only will I never allow anything bad to happen to you, but I’ll do everything in my power to help you empower yourself.”
She shoots me a skeptical glance. “Why would you do that? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll gain more power than you and do whatever I want?”
I smirk. “I’d love nothing more than to see you in a position of ultimate authority.”
“Yeah right.” She scoffs. “Said no man ever.”
“I’m not afraid of you, cara mia. You don’t threaten my manhood. Be the queen who rules with me. Become a famous writer. The world is yours and there’s no reason to limit yourself in becoming the greatest version of you.”
She eyes me. “You’re a very strange man.“
“Perhaps. But I’m your very strange man.
Besides, I never said it would be easy. As my father taught me, power and responsibility must be earned—not given.
I see your potential, but be prepared to prove yourself again and again.
Mostly to yourself. Other people are much easier to win over.
We’re our own worst enemy, and we manage to hold ourselves back more than any other person ever could. ”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” she muses.
I grunt in an affirmative. “I still haven’t fully convinced myself that I’m anywhere near good enough for you. You’re my greatest internal struggle.”
“Oh.”
I awkwardly clear my throat. I’ve revealed far more of myself than I intended, so I change the subject.
“We’re heading back to the city tomorrow.” I nuzzle her neck. “We both have work to do.”
She sighs. “True, but I could stay here forever. I’m extremely envious of whoever owns this place. I’d love it if we could rent it again, for another trip.”
I gaze into her hopeful grey eyes. “Cara mia, we own this place. I bought it for us, as a wedding gift. We can come here anytime you like.”
The smile that lights up her face has tingles running all through me. My chest expands, my heart feels like it’s about to pop.
I fucking love this woman.