18. Massimo
Chapter eighteen
Massimo
T hroughout the day, my thoughts are consumed by my woman.
The way her sweet cunt gripped me and swelled up after only the first time I fucked her. How her dark nipples puffed up and turned colors. Purple marks in the shape of my fingers decorating her sweet hips and ass. The mixture of her blood and cream on my cock. The sight was an exquisite, enigmatic masterpiece reserved exclusively for my admiration.
While she’s been out handling wedding preparations, I’ve arranged for her belongings to be transferred into our now-shared bedroom. I know it will be a fight. Catastrophic. The thought of it elicits an involuntary twitch in my cock. Her vicious temper gets me harder than her seductive dancing. The woman is crazy, and I crave it and how it gets me riled up. Our first real fight will lead to phenomenal pleasure.
Thinking about how she tried sneaking an icepack up to her room this morning makes me chuckle, and Ezzo gives me a look. Clearing my throat, I try to play it off.
“You and Alessia seem to be getting along,” he comments from his chair in front of my desk.
“We are.”
“Is she as crazy as they say?” he muses.
I can’t help the chuckle that erupts from me this time. “She is.”
“Not afraid she might whack you in your sleep after one little tiff?”
“I think I’m safe. Unless I manage to really piss her off.” We both chuckle, and I realize how long it’s been since he and I have laughed together.
We’re taught family is paramount, but is it logical to throw yourself into peril to protect those who are essentially strangers?
“I bought a vineyard in Tuscany. It’ll be a good summer home for all of us,” I blurt out.
“ Che cosa ?” What ? He looks at me as if he couldn’t have possibly heard me right.
“I wanted to buy a summer home as a wedding gift for Alessia. Thought it would be beneficial to purchase a vineyard for profit as well. It could be a nice family vacation home.”
“ A family vacation home ,” he repeats flatly.
“Yes.”
“For our family?”
I feel the agitation climbing. “Why is this so hard to comprehend? I bought it as a gift to Alessia, but it’s more than big enough for all of us to use.” It’s technically a castle sitting right between Siena and Florence, with twenty-five bedrooms and thirty-three bathrooms. It dates back to 1020 AD.
“Like at the same time?” I glower at him. “I’m just a little…surprised.” He eyes me suspiciously. “We don’t do family vacations.”
“Look.” I sigh. “I’m not asking for family dinners or celebrating every holiday together. I’m only suggesting a trip once a year to keep our family united. Family is important,” I mutter in the last part, feeling like a fraud for saying so.
“Did Alessia put you up to this or something?”
“Never mind.” I resist the urge to lash out, and force myself back to work.
“I’m not opposed to it, Massimo. I’m just wondering where all of this is coming from.”
I ignore him, and he eventually gives up. I won’t explain myself, and I shouldn’t have to, for trying to bring our family together. Our parents are hopeless, but we can try to salvage what remains. We’ll never be that kind of family where we sit around a Christmas tree exchanging gifts; we haven’t since we were small kids, and that was only because of our mother.
Is it so wrong to want our relationship with one another to be more than a family obligation? It’s how I already feel about Alessia. She’s not only my family, she’s someone I would die for, and if someone were ever to harm her, the consequences would be egregious and never-ending. And if she were to die… Madonna , I cannot even fathom that.
I want the real thing with her. I don’t look forward to her being the person to reign at my side, but to the whole fucking package.
There’s a knock at my door, and I know it’s her before she opens it. She waltzes right in with the hint of a smile on her lips. “Oh, hello, Ezzo,” she says politely with a bigger smile.
Ezzo stands up to greet her. “Alessia. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you? I haven’t seen you since the party.”
“I’ve been around.” He glances between us. “I was actually just getting out of here.”
“Oh, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“No, not at all. I’ll talk to you later, Massimo.”
I don’t say anything as he leaves us, and I keep my gaze on the gorgeous woman standing before me. Once the door is shut, she looks at me. “How’s your day going?”
“It’s hard to concentrate.”
“Oh?” She casually clasps her hands behind her back, seemingly poised. She’s wearing another innocent dress that she looks awfully dangerous in. “Is something distracting you?”
“I think I may need a break, is all.” I stand to my feet and button my suit jacket.
“Are you hungry?”
“Famished.”
“Did you not eat lunch?”
I round the desk towards her. “It’s not food I want, cara mia .”
“I’m not sure that I understand,” she muses.
The floral scent drugs me as I stand a foot taller than her, even in her heels. “You have been making it hard for me to work all day, bella .” Taking one finger, I twirl a lock of her hair around it, giving it a little tug.
“But I haven’t been here all day, Massimo,” her voice dips down to a sultry tone.
“Then how come I can’t seem to stop thinking about you?” I murmur, and all humor drops from her face. We stand there unmoving, and I’m curious about her next move. My little kitten is awfully skittish at times.
Typically, I’m clairvoyant to the point where everyone is so predictable, but I do not see it coming when she goes for my belt with a straight face. Her fingers work hastily, and as soon as my cock is in her tiny hands, she drops to her knees. Her brown eyes stare up at me, desire dancing in them, and I suck in a breath of air when she darts her tongue out to swirl around the crown of my steeled cock.
“Alessia…” I rasp and slide my hand to the back of her head.
She takes me into her mouth painstakingly slow, sliding it as far as she can till it hits the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag or squeeze her eyes shut. She remains calm as she glides it back to the tip and repeats it several times. Once she has my length slick with her saliva, she uses it to pump her hand on what she can’t comfortably fit.
My other hand finds its way into her hair and grips it, but not harshly. I’m allowing her this moment, letting her acclimate to the size and girth in her precious little mouth.
She narrows her eyes at me, taunting me, daring me, telling me not to hold back like she had last night. Alessia doesn’t want to be treated like some dainty princess. She wants to see that I am king.
The grip I have on her hair strengthens, and I know it stings her scalp, but she doesn’t falter or shy away. I take over as I stop her and rock my hips forward to the point where her eyes water, but still, she refuses to gag or stop. My little psycho. She wants me to push her limits. She wants me to find them and send her over them because I don’t think she even knows what they are. No man has been brave enough to explore them.
I fist my hand in her hair, using it to pull her back as I jolt my hips forward all the way to the hilt. Her eyes flinch, and I can feel her throat constrict, but she obstinately remains silent. I do it again and again, making sure to force the memories on her muscles, another part of her accustomed to me inside of her. Only one more part of her needs my cock’s attention.
Has my gattina had anywhere back there before?
The thought of another man inside her gets to me. Especially with her heavenly mouth around my cock. My thrusts become more urgent, and tears start running down her face as she digs her nails into my hip bones, but she doesn’t try to push me away, and she doesn’t dare take her eyes off me. She takes it, and I can guarantee her cunt is pulsating.
Grunting, I can feel that tingly sensation in the base of my spine right before my balls tighten up. Just as I feel my seed making its way through my shaft, I hold her head down on my cock as I drown her in it. Letting it slide directly down her abused throat. I don’t release her until I’m fully sated.
She gasps for air and sits back on her heels. Still, as she sits there on her knees, tear-streaked face, she looks sacrosanct and holy—like Hera herself, mightier than Zeus.
Tucking myself away, she catches her breath and goes to wipe away her tears, but I snatch her wrists into firm grips. On instinct, she becomes defensive from the restraint and begins to struggle against me. I soften my features and loosen my grasp as I pull her to her feet. I successfully allay her doubts. She yields, allowing me to frame her face with my hands.
“I hope that helps.” Her voice comes out a little hoarse.
I almost smile as I admire her tear-streaked face. I use my thumbs to swipe through the wet trails in fascination. “I’m afraid you just gave me more to think about, gattina .”
Her plush lips flutter. “Well, I will let you try and get back to work. I only wanted to drop in and say hi. Will we be having dinner together tonight?”
“Of course. And whatever you want to do for it.”
“Hmm.” She smirks. “Alright, Massimo. I’ll see you later.”
I kiss her gently on the lips and give her ass a little swat that makes her giggle. That fucking giggle will be the death of me.
I’d do anything to hear it.