5. Massimo
Chapter 5
Massimo
“ T ake this. It will help you sleep.” I pressed a small, round white pill into Evelyn’s palm, and she frowned at it.
“I’ve been sleeping for weeks,” she protested.
I brushed a soothing kiss over her brow. “Stefano’s jet is comfortable enough, but I want to make sure you get a good night’s rest. We’ll arrive in Italy at dawn, and it will be easier to adjust to the time change if you sleep through the flight.”
We were already somewhere over the Atlantic, finally on our way home. I regretted that I was leaving Mexico City without killing George Crawford myself, but I couldn’t deny that getting her away from him and Los Zetas calmed me with every passing mile.
Soon, we’d be back in my own territory, and I’d be able to get her settled into my life.
Our lives.
I just needed her to take the drug so that I could rest too. There was one small thing I needed to handle to fully ease my anxiety about her safety, and it would be much easier if she slept while I did what was necessary.
“Okay,” she sighed and took the pill.
“Good girl.” I kissed her again, pleased at her easy compliance. Evelyn sometimes frustrated me with her defiance, but she never argued without a good reason. I’d learned to respect the moments she chose to challenge me.
“I’d probably be too excited to sleep, anyway,” she admitted.
A slow smile stretched my lips. “Are you excited about going to Naples with me?”
Her bright grin hit me like a ray of pure sunshine. “I’ve always wanted to go to Italy. And now I get to go with you.”
“We’re not going on vacation,” I reminded her. “I’ll arrange citizenship papers for you once we arrive.”
Marriage to me would be the quickest way to legitimize the paperwork, but now wasn’t the time for a proposal. Evelyn deserved something far more romantic, and I would make the moment special for her. I resolved to buy a ring as soon as we landed.
Her brow furrowed. “What about getting through customs?” she asked, as though it had just occurred to her. “George still has my passport.”
“Carmen’s people made all the necessary arrangements with the border agents. No one will ask us any questions.” The right people had been paid to look the other way, and the cartel queen had provided an excellent forged American passport for Evelyn.
More details that she didn’t need to worry about. I knew my criminal activities would never sit well with her, so she didn’t need to know about the fake documents. I would ensure that our marriage was legal and legitimate when the time came. I would give her every aspect of a normal life that I could provide.
Evelyn blinked slowly, the sleeping pill already making her drowsy. She snuggled into me with a contented sigh. “Tell me about Naples. In Italian, please.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about where we will live.” She yawned. “I can’t wait to see it.”
My chest warmed, and I stroked her silken hair. I started to describe my home to her—the apartment we would now share. I told her it was too small, so I would buy her someplace bigger. Big enough for a family. We would pick it out together.
By the time I told her about the wealthy, safe neighborhood where we would settle, she was fast asleep in my arms, her breathing deep and even.
I carried her the short distance to the small bedroom at the back of the plane and laid her out on the bed. Then I pulled out the syringe the doctor had discretely given me when he came to the suite for his final visit this morning. I’d asked Stefano to help me acquire what I needed, and my new friend had delivered.
Evelyn didn’t so much as stir when I carefully slid the needle into her shoulder and injected the tiny tracking chip.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Now, I would always know exactly where she was. If I had to leave her for my business, I could check her location whenever I started to feel edgy without her.
The night she’d tried to run away from me had been the most awful experience of my life. Not knowing where she was and fearing for her safety had been agony. She’d almost been raped because I hadn’t been able to find her fast enough. If I’d arrived at that military outpost even a minute later…
I shoved the bloody memories away, cuddling her close so that I could breathe in her floral scent. It calmed me like nothing else.
She stirred at my side, slowly stretching her lithe body. For a moment, I thought she was waking up, but her eyes remained closed. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her cheeks flushed.
“Massimo…” My name was a low slur, but I understood that lustful tone clearly enough.
I sucked in a deep breath and caught the familiar, alluring scent of her arousal. She pressed her hips against my thigh, slowly grinding against me.
I stroked her hair, trying to calm my own burst of dark lust in response to her wanton actions. “Sleep, dolcezza. I’m right here.”
Her lashes fluttered, but her eyes remained closed, the drugs keeping her under. She moaned my name again and writhed in my arms.
“Need you…” she murmured, the words barely discernable.
I bit out a soft curse and tried to ignore the way my cock stirred. She was so soft and helpless right now, sleepy and trusting and burning with need for me.
It’d been so long since I’d buried myself inside her and staked my claim over her delicate body. For weeks, all I’d cared about was her wellbeing, ensuring that she was whole and healed. Now, my own body was keenly aware of how long I’d denied myself the pleasure of fucking my pretty little butterfly.
But I couldn’t. Not when she was like this.
She whimpered and rocked her hips against me again, the sound almost pained.
“Are you aching again, farfallina ?” I kissed her furrowed brow. “I’ll make it all better.”
I couldn’t leave her wanting, not when she was clearly desperate for release. I’d given her an orgasm this morning, but she’d been suffering for long weeks without me too. And now that she was fully recovered, her desires were keener than ever.
I pushed her dress up over her thighs, until the soft cotton pooled around her hips. I gently tugged her white lace panties down her long legs, revealing her wet cunt. Fuck, she was slick with need, her pussy swollen and ready for me.
I eased two fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot, gritting my teeth against my own painful need. This was about her comfort, not slaking my own lust.
“No…”
I stilled immediately, my heart skipping a beat. She didn’t consent to this. I had to stop.
“Need you,” she slurred again, her lashes fluttering as though she was struggling to wake. “Inside me.”
She whimpered my name, and the pained, desperate sound broke me.
“All right, dolcezza ,” I soothed her. “I’ll make you feel good. Anything for you.”
My cock was painfully hard when I freed it from the confines of my jeans. It jutted toward her wet pussy, and my need to claim her for the first time in weeks drove me close to madness.
She groaned and thrashed, wanton and desperate. My beautiful, helpless little butterfly needed me.
I shushed her gently and lined my cock up with her slick opening. “I’ll take care of you, Evelyn. You’re safe with me.”
She released a long, happy sigh as I eased into her tight pussy, stretching her in an agonizingly slow slide. Her velvet heat squeezed my dick, and I saw stars. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to be gentle when all of my most savage instincts were roaring at me to stake my claim over what was mine. Evelyn belonged to me, and I needed to brand her once again, to remind both of us that she belonged to me in every way.
She wriggled beneath me, so I grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“You don’t have to move,” I soothed her. “You don’t have to do anything except feel the pleasure of me filling you up. Relax, and let me in. I’ll give you what you need.”
She went limp on a low groan, her inner muscles relaxing around me. I sucked in a breath and harnessed my control, no longer tempted to the edge of orgasm. I would make this good for her. I’d never leave my sweet girl in any sort of discomfort, and the darkest part of me couldn’t deny that I liked having her completely at my mercy. I could do anything I wanted to her, and she would welcome it because she trusted me implicitly.
I thrust into her, claiming her in long strokes. Each time my cockhead dragged across her g-spot, she panted out little moans of pleasure. The soft sounds of uncontrolled ecstasy spurred me on, and I began to fuck her in earnest. I nipped at the shell of her ear, kissed my way down her neck, and bit into her shoulder, marking her in the way she liked. Evelyn loved being owned by me, and she would be reassured by my mark when we arrived in Naples.
She cried out at the flare of pain that accompanied my savage bite, and her core contracted. The tight grip of her sheath drove me to the edge, and pleasure gathered at the base of my spine. Keeping her wrists trapped with one hand, I reached between us with the other and tweaked her sensitive nipples.
She made a guttural sound of raw ecstasy, and her pussy milked my cock, stealing the last shreds of my control. I emptied myself inside her on a rough shout, driving deep to fill her up with my cum.
As I came down from the peak, lethargy sapped my muscles, and I collapsed beside her. She went limp against me, her body draped over mine. She no longer whimpered or writhed; her breaths were slow and even, her cheeks still flushed with pleasure.
I closed my eyes and followed her down into deep, blissful sleep.