Chapter 38 Liana
LIANA
The sun has set by the time Gui and I get back to the villa. Everything went as smooth as it could’ve gone at Balistreri’s. They’re just making a minor adjustment to one of the mermaid gowns, and then I’ll be able to take them home.
All the hard work, all of the late nights, all the stress, and all the frustration finally paid off in the end, with persistence from Izzy, our team, and me.
“Massi?” I call out as me and Gui enter the kitchen, but no one responds.
We’ve been in contact all day, and the last thing he said to me was that he was on his way home. That was earlier this afternoon, so unless he went somewhere, he should be here.
“I’m going to go find your brother, but I want to thank you for coming with me today.”
“Yeah, no problem. It was actually kind of fun. I learned way more than I ever needed to learn about wedding dresses, but hey, maybe I can use it to impress my future wife.”
“There’s nothing better than a well-informed man.”
He chuckles. “Let me know if you guys need anything,” he says, then heads to the other side of the villa where his room is.
I walk through the living room and call out Massi’s name again. When he doesn’t answer, I head down the hall, peeking into the rooms as I pass by.
Stopping at our room, I change out of my clothes and slip my blue silk robe on.
The lace dangling at the seams reminds me of our night at Midnight Escapes.
I smile at the memory of how good Massi made me feel that night.
How completely out of my comfort zone it was, and how I would absolutely do it again.
I call his name again when I walk down the hallway, peering into each room to see if he’s there.
When I get to the other end of the villa, I check the last place he could be—the study—and sure enough, he’s sitting there, seemingly deep in thought, with one elbow on the arm rest bent so his chin can rest in his hand.
“Massi?”
He snaps his gaze to me. “You’re back,” he says, surprise but also a hint of relief in his tone.
Closing the door behind me, I saunter toward him. His eyes light up when he realizes what I’m wearing.
“I’ve been calling your name. Didn’t you hear me?”
His legs are spread open, so I step in between them.
“I didn’t, I’m sorry.” He gazes up at me, then peruses my body, pausing on my chest on his way back up.
My body heats, sparking excitement inside of me, but there’s something off about him.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He smiles and says, “Yes.”
I raise a brow and remind him of our contract. “Condition number one.”
He lets out a small sigh but finally says, “I’m not sure, honestly. I overheard a conversation today … between my parents.”
I furrow my brow. “Did something happen?”
“They mentioned keeping a secret from me. Something they’ve known for a while, but now that I’m in Sicily, it’s apparently made it more difficult to hide.”
“What?” I ask, confused as to what kind of secret they could be keeping from him here.
He rests his head back on the chair and lets out another long sigh. “I have no idea what it could be. I’ve been trying to rack my brain, but I’m fucking clueless.”
“Are you going to try asking them?”
He shakes his head. “No … Well, I don’t know. Maybe I could, but the way they were talking about it seems as if they have no intention of ever filling me in.”
“You could try calling them out. Say you overheard them talking. If they’re put on the spot, they might not think there’s any other way out other than telling you the truth.”
“Yeah, I could. It was just a … strange interaction I had with them all. Ever since the moment I stepped into Ignazio’s house, something felt off, and then overhearing their conversation just solidified it.”
“Do you think it’s something bad?”
Massi’s quiet for a moment. The concentration deep in his eyes. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Well, maybe you can find out at the party tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he mumbles, and as if he metaphorically shook away the dark cloud that’s taken over his mind, Massi leans forward, grips my thighs, and a smile tugs at his lips. “Let’s forget about them.”
His hands slide under my robe to the curve of my ass. “I’ve fucking missed you today.” His tone airs on desire as he gazes into my eyes with a need I’m beginning to think will be insatiable.
I wrap my hands in the thick strands of his silky soft hair. “I was thinking you could show me exactly how much you’ve missed me.”
He yanks me into him, and my hands fall to his shoulders to steady myself. A giggle erupts from me.
“I’m sure that can be arranged.” He slides one of his hands behind my head and pulls me to him, kissing me with so much desire I get dizzy from the effects.
While our heated tongues clash, I crawl onto his lap and straddle him.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I bear down on him, the excitement getting too real. I need him. I need Massi more than I ever thought I’d need anything.
“I want you, mia moglie,” he says, moving his mouth from my lips down my neck. “Tell me you want me too.”
“I do. I want you, Massi.”
“How?” he demands, peppering kisses along my collarbone. “How do you want me?”
His words send butterflies through me, fluttering their way through every crevice of my being. I want everything Massi has to offer me. I want him to take me the way he hasn’t been able to yet.
“I want you to …” The words get lost on my lips when he lifts his hips into me. The bulge in his pants grazes my bare pussy. It feels freaking incredible, driving this desperation to have him inside me.
“You want me to do what?” he asks, his heated mouth still on my skin, searing its mark into me permanently.
He pulls my robe down so it’s hanging off my shoulders, allowing him access to my breasts, then sits back and holds me out to look at me. “Fucking hell, mia moglie. I’ve been dying to get my fill of your perfect fucking tits.”
He moves his mouth to my pert nipple, and I let out a mewl. I never thought this could feel this good.
I hold him to me, arching into him, never wanting him to stop as he rolls my nipple in his mouth with his tongue.
“So, tell me, baby,” he says, sucking on my nipple. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“I … I want you to …” He thrusts his hips back into me, and the sensation of everything that’s happening has me letting out a whimper. “I want you fuck me.”
“How do you want me to fuck you?” His hand slides under the silk material and glides along my slit. “How do you want me to stretch this tight hole of yours this time?”
I pant, loving the sensation of his fingers gliding across my pussy. My hips involuntarily grind, trying to get as much friction from his finger as I can.
“I’ve had your fingers and your tongue, but now I want to know what it’s like to have your cock slide in and out of me.”
“You want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy stretch around my dick?”
“Yes. Please, Massi,” I moan out.
Moving his hands to my butt, he pushes himself up to a stand, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Where are we going?” I breathe out.
“I want to worship this sexy fucking body of yours, so I’m taking you to our room where I can get acquainted with every single inch of you.”
I’ve never felt so desired in my life. The way Massi says he wants to worship me makes me feel unstoppable. Encouraging me to be comfortable and explore with him.
When we get to our room, he kicks the door shut and places me on the bed. My robe is barely hanging on me, so I throw it to the floor.
He’s standing at the edge of the bed, eyes hot and searing into me. “Oh, mia moglie, this body has been hiding for too damn long.”
“So come and do something about it,” I say, and a smirk pulls at his lips.
“Why don’t you come over here and do something about all these clothes I’m wearing first.”
A coy smile forms on my face, and I push myself up so I’m on my hands and knees. When I crawl over to the edge of the bed, Massi’s lips are parted and his lust-filled eyes are sharp on mine.
I sit up on my knees and unbuckle his belt. Raising a brow at him, I say, “Is this what you had in mind?”
He wraps his hand around my neck, and I take a quick gasp in. Not because his grip is tight, but because I wasn’t expecting it. Then when he does tighten it, I can’t help but melt in his arms at the possessive move.
“I love how fucking responsive you are.” He runs the tip of his finger up my arm. “The way your body heats under my touch.” His fingers graze my chest, and my already hardened nipples get painfully harder, desperate to have him on them again.
“How your nipples crave me, begging to be taken by my mouth.”
My eyes widen, knowing he’s practically read my mind. But should I even be surprised? It seems to be something he can easily do.
A low chuckle reverberates from his chest. “You think I don’t know you like the back of my hand? I’ve spent years watching you. Studying you. I know how to tell when your body is responding to my touch, and I know how bad you need to be pleased right now.”
“Yes, please, Massi.”
I pull the zipper of his pants down, then make my way to his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as I can and shedding him of the unnecessary fabric.
Massi kicks off his shoes, slides his boxers down with his pants, then discards them on the floor with the rest of our clothes.
His erection falls forward, sticking out at a length I still don’t understand how will fit inside of me. Regardless, I’m still so incredibly turned on, it wouldn’t matter how it fits, I just need it inside of me.
He kneels on the edge of the bed, pressing on my chest until I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering over me.
He runs his hand down my bare stomach, straight to my core, and slides it up and down my slit. “My perfect, beautiful little wife. Always so ripe and ready for the taking.”
“Yes, please, take me.”
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“Then take it. I don’t want you holding back, Massi.”
His eyes darken. “What are you asking me, Liana?”