Chapter 33 #2
“I’ll make you come so many times that you’re going to be begging me to stop.
Then, I’m going to fuck you and make you come again a few more times before I finally stop and give you a break.
Then, when I get my second wind, I’ll start all over again.
By the time the morning comes, you’ll be so exhausted you won’t know how you’re going to get through the day.
And you’ll feel me inside you the entire time.
And if you dared to try to do it again, I’d tie your ass to the bed and do it all over again night after night until you learn your lesson.
That, Lucy, is what I was going to say.” His lips pull up into a predatory smile.
“But you wouldn’t want to push me to that, would you? ”
A shudder of need runs through me. The images racing through my head are fucking hot.
Hotter than any fantasy I’ve ever thought of before, or what Joey and I practiced.
He was far too interested in always being obeyed, and his punishment was denying me an orgasm.
At first, it was hot, and I came harder than ever when I finally got to come, but this is so much more.
“Mmmm, someone likes that threat,” Massimo purrs. He leans forward, nipping at my lower lip lightly. The sting only increases my desire, and I barely manage not to whimper. “Is that what you like to do, Lucy? Be a brat until your man puts you back in your place? Takes control away from you?”
His voice is pure seduction, and I’m helpless to resist. My nipples harden between us, and my blood feels hot and heavy in my veins. “I-I-I…” I can’t seem to stammer much else out, my tongue thick and the words stuck.
“I think that’s exactly what you need, isn’t it, mia cerbiatta? You crave that submission. The need to give in and hand over the reins to someone else.”
Yes. That’s exactly it, but I’m too dazed to actually to confirm that. Do I even want to? A small voice in the back of my head cautions me not to give him too much. To hold something back. To remember the last time a man learned these things about me and used them against me.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to give that yet,” I finally rasp out. My voice husky, strained, as I stare at him. My brain cheers my answer, but my heart is screaming at me to give in. To tell the full truth.
No. Not yet. This is too much. It’s too soon.
Massimo’s expression changes, softens, and I tremble as I watch him.
Not out of fear, but from pure relief. He has to feel it.
Instead of getting angry with me, he brushes his lips lightly once, then twice, over mine and murmurs, “My brave cerbiatta. I will never take what you’re not willing to give me.
Ever. Your honesty is all I need.” One more brush of his lips and then he eases back, and sets me onto the floor.
My knees are jelly, making me grip his arms to keep from falling. “I don’t know if I can ever give you that part of me, Massimo,” I whisper, the truth painful. Like another part of me has to be hidden away.
He cups the side of my face. “I will never ask you to give me more than you’re willing to, Lucy.
Submission if not freely given isn’t true submission.
Perhaps in time, when you trust me more, we can get to that point, but I won’t expect it.
” His stare is full of sincerity. “I am not a selfish boy, dolcezza. My own desires are not more important than the comfort, trust, and safety that my partner feels in and out of bed. In time, you will see that. You’re not ready for that, I won’t push it.
For now, we focus on getting to know each other. ”
“I don’t know if I can give you what you want in a relationship, Massimo. Maybe a fling while we’re here—”
“No.” It’s a statement. Firm. “A fling is cheap to us both, Lucy. I’m willing to wait and see how things progress, but there is nothing temporary about us. I know this, and you know it.”
He’s right. I’m not a casual kind of person, and I’ve definitely insulted him by implying he is. “I’m sorry.”
He smiles at me. Soft, gentle, and kind. “I know you are frightened, Lucy. I don’t say any of this to pressure you. It’s been a long day, and you are tired. How long until Soren will be awake to be fed?”
“Soon. He usually wakes up every four hours or so.”
“Then you will feed him, and you will get some sleep, yes? Everything else can wait. We’ll focus on it tomorrow.”
It’s an abrupt change in topic, but I welcome it. I feel too raw, too vulnerable. I nod, trying to handle the loss of his touch after he kisses me one more time and steps away. He picks up the clothes he set aside, but before he can leave, I remember what I wanted to ask him in the first place.
“Wait, what did you guys end up finding?”
“It turns out that there is a secret entrance and exit that Nico’s mother used.” He explains where they found it, and some of the fog of desire starts to recede.
“This place is full of stuff.”
Massmio chuckles drily. “It is. I had thought that the secret passages in our home were intricate, but that has nothing on this place. It would not surprise me that there is more that hasn’t been uncovered yet.”
“The girls said they’ve already started going back through all the documents that were in the office. But what I’m trying to figure out is how all of this relates to what’s going on.”
“The long and short of it, is that this entire city is a fucking mess. Secret deals, alliances that were never supposed to be found out, even now. Nico has no idea the depth of deceptions under his own roof, or that his mother was one of the master organizers of it. This whole thing started out as finding you, Sienna, and your cousins. Well, once everything was sorted between Nico and Gia. That was the catalyst that set this entire thing off.”
“It still doesn’t seem right. I mean, if Nico’s mother was sleeping with all these men, why a war? Wouldn’t that mean that they probably knew about each other if they were all using the routes and had some sort of alliance?”
“The journal mentioned that she kept them all separate. She didn’t want them all knowing she was playing them all, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It’s just…I feel like I’m missing a piece of the puzzle in there somewhere. Maybe once the girls have everything written down and sorted, I can see it.”
Massimo smiles widely. “I have every confidence that if anyone is going to figure it out, it’s you ladies. You all see things we can’t. But don’t worry about it for tonight. Get some sleep and we’ll talk about it more in the morning. Yes?”
I nod but give him a wry smile. “I’m thinking about it now, though, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to, but I’ll try.”
“That is all I ask. Now, kiss me goodnight, cerbiatta, so I can dream of you.”
I really shouldn’t, but I do as he asks, sinking into him when he deepens it briefly before finally pulling away. He leaves, giving me a rueful smile, like he wants nothing more than to stay right here with me.
Worse? I really want him to.