Chapter 53 #2
“Never,” he says vehemently. He goes up on his elbows, his hands cupping my face.
“Time means nothing, Lucy, not in this world. There are many families that don’t give their children choices.
They don’t have anywhere near the connection you and I do, but they make it work.
You and I, we’re starting on a far more solid foundation, even in only a couple of days.
Anything that comes up that we need to work through, we will.
We’ll fight, we’ll make up, we’ll compromise, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making you, Soren, and our future children happy. ”
“But what if I have a hard time accepting your life?”
“Then we figure it out, but this is my life, Lucy. I can’t leave the mafia, and I don’t want to.
This, this is not what our life is like.
Back home, Papa is one of the most respected Don’s in the country.
We’re peaceful for the most part, and you can live your life doing whatever you like.
As long as you’re at my side, in my bed at night, and we love each other, then that’s all that matters.
Everything else is secondary. I need you to trust me. ”
“I do trust you. My head is swirling with so many things right now.” I swallow hard, feeling like I’m ready to jump off a cliff.
To admit something that feels so monumental.
“I love you, Massimo. That’s what scares me.
I know you love Soren, or you wouldn’t accept him as easily as you do, but loving a son and loving his mother are not mutually exclusive. ”
“Cerbiatta, I love you, and while you’re right, they’re not, how could I not love the woman who gave me her son?
Who trusted me with him so completely? Who makes me feel complete and whole for the first time in my life?
” He presses another long, slow kiss to my mouth.
“I love you, Lucy. I love you exactly as you are, and I want to build a life with you. With Soren. I want it all. I just need you to trust me and to give me that chance.”
“Okay,” I whisper, nodding. It’s terrifying, but also exciting. Then I grin at him. “Is now the time to tell you that I really want a library like Gia’s?”
Massimo laughs and grins. “Cerbiatta, you can have whatever you want. We have a whole wing of the house we can renovate to suit you.” He leans down to nip at my lip and gives me a sensual grin this time. “But make sure that you leave one room for us. I have plans for it.”
Heat flames in my core. “Are you going to tie me to another ottoman like you did before? That was really hot.”
“Oh, I’m going to have a few of those brought in,” Massimo assures me. “Along with a few other pieces, I want us to try. And I’m lining the room with mirrors because I want to see every angle as I take you.”
He takes my mouth, and desire thrums hard between us. My hands reach up, sliding into his hair as he deepens the kiss. Desire builds, until we’re rolling, tearing at each other’s clothes.
When his naked skin touches mine, I gasp, my hands streaking down his back, nails scoring his skin.
Fuck, he feels so good. His cock presses tight to my core, throbbing and putting just the right amount of pressure against my clit.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling his mouth from mine. “I need to taste you, Lucy. Now.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. He lowers his mouth and starts trailing it down my neck until he reaches my breasts. “Massimo,” I warn when his tongue circles my nipples.
“A little milk won’t bother me, cerbiatta,” he rasps, his tongue swiping at a few drops that leak out. “Tell me if it hurts you, though.” Then his mouth wraps around my nipple, suckling gently.
The pleasure that races through me is immediate. My back arches, my hips grinding against his cock at the sensations that flood through me; the electricity that zips straight my clit, making it throb. “Massimo!” I cry, uncaring that I can feel my milk spilling into his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he groans, drinking a little more.
“Tastes sweet,” he rasps as he lifts his mouth and gives the other breast the same treatment.
Only this time, he sucks a little harder, and shockingly, I come.
My body shudders with my orgasm, and Massimo pulls away slowly, awe on his face.
“Just from sucking your nipples,” he murmurs, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Fuck, we’re going to be doing this a lot then. ”
I shudder at the sensual promise. My body is a fevered mess now. One orgasm wasn’t enough. I need more. I need him. “Massimo, please.”
“I have you, cerbiatta.” He slides down my body, spreading my legs. “But I need one more, and I need to taste you this time.”
His mouth latches onto my sensitive clit, and a scream pulls from my throat, my body bowing. He groans, his fingers coming up to gently stretch my entrance. There’s no pain, just pressure and finally he is blessedly inside me. Fuck, it feels so good.
The feel of his mouth on me is too much and not enough. I grip him by the hair, grinding my pussy into his face shamelessly. “Massimo, fuck,” I groan. “Fuck, yes, please. Right there. Fuck, that feels so good.”
He chuckles, and he twists his fingers, curling the ends and rubbing, sending me to new heights.
Stars burst behind my eyes, my body coiling, my cries loud and desperate as he continues his assault.
He licks, sucks, and plays with my clit, not giving me enough to go over the edge, but enough to drive me toward delirium.
“Massimo!”
“That’s it, cerbiatta. Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” Then he lifts his head, a wicked look in his eyes. His tone deepens and he orders forcefully, “Be a good girl and come for me, Lucy. Now. All over my face.”
My body complies immediately, harder than before.
I scream his name, even as he shoves my legs even farther apart, burying his face and thrusting his tongue inside me to drink down everything I give him.
Just when I think I’m done, he laughs and rasps, “Again, Lucy. Give me one more.” He sucks hard on my clit, and I’m lost, another wave overtaking me.
“Fuck!” I cry, pain and pleasure warring. It’s too much, but it feels so fucking good.
“That’s it, such a good girl you are for me, Lucy.
Fuck, so fucking pretty.” Suddenly, he wrenches away, lifting his body and pressing the head of his cock against my quivering entrance.
Not pushing inside, but like he’s just savouring the feel of my body in the throes of my orgasm.
He shudders, sliding his cock up through my slickness to my clit, rubbing it with the head of his cock.
“Massimo,” I gasp, my hips automatically lifting to give him better access.
“Are you too sore to take me, Lucy?” he grits out, watching me. “I want to be inside you so badly, but not if you’re still sore.”
“I’m still a little sore, but nothing that I can’t handle,” I rush out. “Please, Massimo. I need you.” I shift my hips so that I’m arched off the bed, the head of his cock once more at my entrance. “I need you, baby, please.”
His eyes darken, but he doesn’t push forward, he just holds himself there. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lucy. I promised—”
“Massimo, I swear I’m fine, please,” I beg. I try to press more against him, to take more of him inside me. He instantly pulls back and brings a hand down sharply on my pussy, slapping right over my clit. I gasp in shock, but shudder at the sensations that follow.
“Bad girl, Lucy, trying to take what I haven’t given you,” he scolds, but his eyes are bright with desire.
I whimper. “I’m sorry, Massimo. I need you so badly. Please.”
He stares at me, and I can tell he’s assessing me. I look at him hungrily, hiding nothing. Finally, he rasps, “If you start to hurt, Lucy, you better fucking tell me to stop. I don’t know if I can be as gentle as I was last time.”
“Don’t be gentle, Massimo. Please….ah, fuck yes,” I groan as he thrusts inside. He stops for a heartbeat, but when I push my hips down, trying to take more of him, he must realize that I’m fine, because he snaps his hips forward, going deeper.
I scream, my hips already moving to match his thrusts.
Fuck, he feels so fucking good. I want this for the rest of my life.
Fuck, there’s never been better. Especially not as he moves, angling his hips to hit all the spots inside me perfectly.
I can feel another orgasm building, bigger and stronger than any of the others.
“Massimo,” I cry, gripping his back as I wrap my legs around him. I need him to ground me. To keep me from flying apart.
“Fuck, yes, cerbiatta. I feel it. You’re so fucking tight around me right now. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. Come for me. Give it all to me. Let me feel you squeezing every drop of come out of me. Fuck, yes!” he hisses as my orgasm swells and overtakes us both.
It seems like it’s never-ending, but also not enough. My body is in charge now, arching, grinding, and chasing its pleasure while Massimo pounds inside me and chases his. When he finally comes, he lets out a snarl before shouting my name.
It takes us both a long time to finally come down from the high, for him to finally roll off me, but he pulls me with him so I’m splayed over him, both of us a sticky, sweaty mess.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck,” I hiss when he suddenly snaps his hips up and presses himself deep inside me. “Massimo.”
“I don’t want you wasting a fucking drop, Lucy,” he rasps, watching me with a renewed heat in his eyes. “I want all my seed inside you.”
I blink at him. “Are you trying to get me pregnant again, Massimo?”
He gives me an unrepentant look. “And if I am?”
“Then you’re going to be disappointed. They gave me a shot for birth control after I left the hospital that won’t wear off for a few more months.” Then I level him with a hard look. “And you don’t get to decide when I get pregnant, Massimo. I just had a baby, I’m not ready for another one.”
I see disappointment flash, but then it’s replaced by excitement. “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing until you’re ready.” He brings his hand up and traces along my side. “I can’t wait to see you swollen with another baby, cerbiatta.”
“Do you have a breeding kink we need to talk about, Massimo?” I joke lightly, though a small thrill of heat settles low in my belly at the thought of him filling me over and over again, hoping that his seed will take hold.
“I didn’t before now, but fuck, cerbiatta, with you, I think it’s a very good possibility.”
I make a mental note to make sure I have some very good birth control.
I don’t mind the work to make a baby, but having another one isn’t something I want right now.
“We can talk about it once we’re sure that we’re both ready,” I tell him firmly.
“Besides, you haven’t been in the thick of things with a baby yet.
He’s coming up on a time where he’ll be fussy and cry all the time. You might be rethinking that plan.”
“I don’t care about any of that, Lucy. I’ll walk the floors with you as many times as we need to. You’re not alone anymore. We’re going to be partners.”
I believe him, and it makes the fear lighten. I have no idea how things are going to turn out, but I feel like it’s going to be alright.
Later, when Massimo and I are snuggled back in bed, Soren between us, cooing and kicking his arms and legs happily, the last bits of fear slip away. Especially when Massimo looks at me, eyes warm and happy.
“Sienna and Amara want to stay until Alonzo and Rori come back,” I finally whisper, reluctant to break the spell, but knowing it has to be done. I need to know what he’s thinking.
His eyes search mine. “And what do you want to do?”
I swallow hard. Will he think I’m a terrible person for my answer?
“I want to leave. I don’t feel safe here.
Not knowing that she got in here, she held my son, she tricked us.
I don’t want to spend the next however long looking over my shoulder or wondering if Amara is who she is.
I don’t want to say that to her, because I know it is Amara, but it’s that doubt, you know? Does that make me a terrible person?”
“That makes you a very smart one, and a protective mother, Lucy. It’s only natural to be scared of that.
I want to be here for my friend, but we can’t all stay here.
I want Rori brought back fine, but I’m ready to go home.
And I want you and Soren to come home with me.
Take some time for ourselves and let ourselves relax.
” He puts his hand on Soren’s belly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
Soren gives a soft sigh, his eyes drifting down as he slips into sleep.
“And Alonzo and Rori?”
“Urso will be staying around and I think Zeno and Kida will be staying here for a short time too to get things sorted here for Nico as well. If anything goes wrong, there are people that will be there to help him. And if they need me, I’ll fly back.”
“I feel guilty. Like I’m making you choose.”
“I will always choose you and our family, Lucy. And if you don’t feel safe here, then I want to take you somewhere that will make you feel that way.
And I think you’ll feel that way when we get to Sicily.
We have our own area, but you’ll be surrounded by people that we know and trust. Things that happened here don’t happen there. ”
“You really want me to go with you?” I need him to tell me again, really make it real.
“It’s not even a question, Lucy. I always want you with me. We’re going home tomorrow,” he says promises me. “I’ve already had some things ordered for our room for him while we set up a nursery in the room next to ours. I thought you’d like to decorate it.”
I smile and lean over Soren to press my lips to his. “I love you, Massimo.”
“I love you too, cerbiatta.”
Then I grin. “And if you’re serious about that library, I have a few other things I want us to try.” He arches a brow, but then my grin turns wicked. “How do you feel about wearing a mask? I have a few book scenes I really want to try.”
His eyes darken. “I’ll order one in the morning.”
Looks like I’m about to have my own version of a book boyfriend after all.