Chapter 15
Massimo
Hadley and I sit in front of a crackling fire with Amos, listening to her read a holiday story about gingerbread men and sledding. When the fuck did my life turn into some made-for-television Christmas special? This is not who I am. I kill, maim, torture, and I damn well enjoy doing it. Men tremble at the mere mention of my name.
Yet here I am, playing happy family with Amos and Hadley. Surprisingly, I don't hate it. Then again, only a heartless bastard would reject their own kid when he asks you to spend time with him. It's a welcome break from the stress of dealing with Hadley's traumatic past and the ongoing issues with the trafficking ring.
At some point, we will have to have that conversation—the one where we talk about her childhood abuse and how it has shaped her into the strong woman she is today. It won't be an easy discussion, but I'll do everything I can to protect her and ensure justice is served against those who have wronged her.
No one hurts my woman and gets away with it.
My woman. I like the sound of that.
My blood boils with rage and a burning desire for revenge at the mere thought of what she went through. I imagine tearing them apart with my bare hands and bathing in their blood. Unfortunately, most of them died before giving me a chance to get to them. Colton Bernard still lives on, even if he is in prison. If Hadley had the stomach for it, I would bring him to her feet for retribution. First, we need to tie up loose ends—which means taking care of the assholes who deserve to suffer an excruciating death.
I vow to protect Hadley just as fiercely as I do for Amos. Anyone who disagrees or gets in my way will face deadly consequences.
In the meantime, my priority is making sure Amos goes to bed and then losing myself in Hadley's body. She may still believe I'll kill her someday, but I intend to make it clear that she's staying with me whether she likes it or not. No one will ever harm her again while I'm around. If I happen to knock her up, it will make things a hell of a lot easier.
She looks up from the book as if she can read my thoughts, narrows her gaze, and raises an eyebrow.
I quickly interject before she can say anything, “Time for bed, Amos. Make sure you say goodnight to Hadley.”
Hadley
As Massimo pushes me into the bedroom, I can smell the faint hint of whiskey on his breath and feel the strength of his hand against my back. He kicks the door shut, and I catch a glimpse of determination in his eyes before it disappears.
“You’re so obvious,” I tease as he guides me onto the bed. “He’s going to figure out your ulterior motives when you end story time barely a second after reading the last line.”
Massimo leans down to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing patterns along my skin. “He’s six and was half-asleep anyway,” he murmurs against my throat.
“You have all the answers, don’t you?”
He smirks, “I do.” His tone is playful, but there's an edge of something else lurking beneath it.
I pull away slightly, catching a flicker of raw emotion in his eyes that only lasts a moment before he masks it. “You are in charge, after all,” I reply, trying to keep things light-hearted.
“And I want you on your knees and my cock in your mouth. Get naked,” he growls, the intensity in his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Right now.”
“Do I need to be naked for that?”
“Just follow directions, or you won’t come tonight.”
Well, okay. He’s definitely in a mood tonight.
I walk backward, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it at a nearby chair. I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my hips before stepping out of them.
His eyes rake over me, hungry, possessive, burning, as if ready to devour me.
As much as it scares me, I have to admit, I like it. Does this make me a little bit demented? Absolutely. I did jump into a stranger's car and end up right here, in this situation.
His desire ignites mine, making my heart race and my core ache with need.
“Everything off,” he commands, still fully clothed himself.
I raise an eyebrow at him and point out, “You’re still dressed.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes on the chair. “That’s all you get.”
I watch as he stalks toward me, pushing me down to my knees in front of him.
“But before we continue,” he says, his voice low and commanding, “there is one rule.”
I look up at him through my lashes, anticipation building between us as a wicked smirk spreads across his face. “And what is that?” I ask.
“You can’t touch yourself until I give you permission.” He gestures toward his crotch. “Now take me out.”
I follow his instructions, freeing his throbbing, weeping cock from his pants and pumping it with my hand. Before I can do much else, he brushes my hand away, grabs his dick at the base, and threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me to take him in my mouth.
As soon as my lips part, he pushes his length in, not caring if I am ready or not. I struggle not to gag as he thrusts into the back of my throat, controlling the pace with his hands tangled in my hair. His movements show that he wants complete control over me, so I cling to his fabric-covered thighs for stability and brace myself for whatever comes next.
“Your mouth is perfect,” he groans as he picks up speed. His hips rock back and forth, driving himself deeper inside me with each thrust. His moans grow louder and more desperate.
I meet his intense gaze, feeling lost in this feral moment between us. The pressure building inside me intensifies with each passing second, and I can't help but crave to touch myself. It is crazy how his pleasure incites mine.
“You want to play with your pussy, don’t you?” Massimo taunts me with a grin. “You want to circle your clit and make that ache disappear.”
I can’t respond, only take what he gives me. My body burns with need, and the throbbing deep within me grows stronger with each passing moment.
But then he speaks again, sending a shiver down my spine. “Hadley is a good girl who listens, isn't she?”
I lift my gaze to meet his, tears blurring my vision. The intensity between us is becoming almost too much to handle.
Why do I want him so much?
His thrusts become more powerful and erratic, precum coating my tongue with its salty-sweet taste.
“You're going to take everything I give you,” he rasps, his voice heavy with desire. “Because you're mine. No one else’s.” His words have a powerful effect on me, scaring me a little with their possessiveness. Even though he's said similar things before, they've never affected me in this way.
At this moment, it feels like he's somehow binding me to him. Deep down, a part of me can't help but revel in that feeling of being claimed by him. He's not giving me a choice—and as much as it frightens me, I can't deny a part of me likes it.
As I come to terms with the truth, Massimo's rough voice cuts through the haze in my mind. “Swallow, Hadley.”
I obey his command without hesitation, taking everything he pumps out. My breath comes in short gasps, and my muscles tense as I process everything happening with Massimo and me. Then the realization hits me like a ton of bricks—he's not going to kill me, but he plans to keep me as his own. But what does that mean?
Maybe I’m reading too much into this because his big dick fucked my brains out while going to town on my mouth. Before I can dwell on it too much, Massimo withdraws from me and kneels before me. He wipes away the tears streaming down my face with his thumbs, a small gesture that only adds to my confusion.
“Perfection. Such a good girl,” he murmurs.
“Don't get used to it,” I shoot back, glaring at him as I try to steady my breathing.
“I wouldn't dream of it. I learned that the first time I fucked you.”
My mind reels from his words, trying to make sense of them amidst the post-orgasmic lightheadedness. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t keep me. I’m not a thing.”
“You agreed to share my bed…” He matches my glare and brings his face close to mine. “I will decide if you ever leave it. That makes you mine .”
Nothing about this man makes any sense. “Wouldn’t it be easier to kill me and be done with me? I’m sure you can find someone else to fuck.”
“You will not question my decisions.” Before I can fully process anything, Massimo throws me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed. I struggle to get away, but his strength is overwhelming as he pins me down with his body. “I determine the way your future goes. Is that clear?” he growls, inches away from my face.
My heart races as fear mixes with desire—this man is an enigma, and nothing about him makes sense. In an attempt to regain control, I challenge him once again. “Does this future include giving me relief since I couldn't touch myself?”
He clenches his jaw with a predatory look in his dark eyes. “You want relief? I’ll give it to you,” he promises, and my heart skips a beat at the intensity of his gaze. He releases an animalistic snarl, then lifts me by the thighs and tugs me toward him, bringing my pussy flush against his mouth. He parts my swollen folds with his tongue and circles my clit.
I cry out and buck up from the onslaught of sensation. It is too much and yet not enough. Tangling my fingers into his hair, I clutch at the strands, not caring if I’m too rough. He needs to bring me to orgasm for the mind-fuck of the last few minutes.
Fisting my hands in his short locks, I lose myself in the moment, trying to push away the nagging doubts and concerns about this man. He may claim to be possessive, but he can't be trusted with my emotions—one minute, he's into me, and the next, he wants to kill me. That’s the reality I have to remember.
Massimo plunges two fingers into me while relentlessly working my pussy, and a guttural sound of pleasure pours from deep in my throat. My vaginal walls clamp down on his pistoning fingers, and I jerk and arch, cascading through waves of bliss. Moaning and gasping, I grind my pelvis into that devil’s tongue. He rubs that spot deep inside me, not allowing my orgasm to wane.
He lifts his head and looks up at me with a wicked grin. “We’ve only just begun, Hadley. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll beg me for relief in its true sense.”
“You plan on torturing me with orgasms?” I gasp, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he continues to rub my clit with his thumb.
“Is it really torture when I’m making my woman come?” he asks, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his voice.
My heart shudders at his words—did he just call me his woman? “I’m your woman?” I ask incredulously.
Massimo narrows his gaze and slides closer to me, still pumping his fingers in and out of me without missing a beat. He adds another finger, causing a pleasurable sting that only heightens the intensity of my impending climax. My core flexes and floods with arousal, and I bite my lower lip, loving the pleasure-pain he invokes in my body.
He then grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, asserting his dominance over me. Massimo’s forehead presses against mine, his intense gaze locking with mine. “We’ve already established this,” he says. “If you question it again, I won’t let you come for a week.”
A mix of fear and arousal swirls in my stomach at the thought of being denied pleasure by this possessive man. Do I even like this side of him? My mind argues back and forth, but deep down, maybe I do like it. After all, I have never felt like I belonged anywhere before.
What if he gets tired of me and throws me away? I can't trust him not to do that.
“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let’s say I believe you. What does that mean?”
His stare never wavers as he speaks, his tone serious. “We will discuss it and more later. For now, it’s time for fucking.”
With that, his fingers leave my body and forcefully thrust back in, causing me to cry out his name. The pleasure he calls out of me is something I know I will never find with anyone else. My body hums with sensation, and I love how he plays with me. He brings me to another orgasm within seconds, waves of ecstasy dulling any awareness of my surroundings except for Massimo. Then the pleasure turns to torment as he teases me, bringing me close to climax but denying it until he decides to let me come. Most of the time, he doesn't allow it. But when he relents, giving me my release, it feels almost euphoric.
I beg for him to stop as my body and mind reach their limit from this game. “I can’t take any more,” I plead. “Please, no more.”
“Now you understand the meaning of relief.” Massimo laughs as I thrash—the sadistic bastard. He pulls his fingers free of my wet core and smears my essence across my lips before kissing me.
“I don't like you very much right now,” I mutter through heavy breaths.
He settles himself between my thighs, “That’s too bad. It’s still not going to stop me from fucking you.”
“I didn’t think it would.” I jerk my arms to free myself, but his hold is too strong. He slams into me, and all I can think is fuck, that feels good. I shouldn't like this so much. I shouldn’t want this so badly. Men like him don't keep people like me around forever.
“Look at me, Hadley,” Massimo commands.
I immediately obey, locking eyes with him as he thrusts in and out of me with a roughness that makes me moan in pleasure.
“You like it when I fuck you,” he growls possessively.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Harder.”
“You get what I give you,” he replies harshly.
“You’re in a mood tonight.”
He rubs his pelvis against my sensitive clit, and I cry out as my core tightens around his length.
“I have a question for you, Hadley,” he says, fucking me harder and harder while gripping my wrists tightly.
My body tenses at his words. Not now. This is not the time for questions. “Talk later. Make me come,” I plead desperately.
But Massimo continues to roll his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside me but not giving me enough stimulation to reach climax. “Answer my question, and I will make you come,” he demands.
Tears prick at the back of my eyes, feeling helpless under this cruel man's control. “Fine,” I finally give in through gritted teeth. “Ask your damn question.”
“Do you want children?” Massimo asks, his voice softening slightly.
I glare up at him, my frustration turning into anger. “Why are you asking this now? I’m there. It’s not important right now.”
“Okay, then answer this,” Massimo presses on. “Are you taking any birth control?”
I freeze, panic setting in. Oh fuck, oh fuck.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks in triumph, lowering his lips to mine. “Like I said, you’re mine. ”