15. Massimo
15
MASSIMO
I knew I couldn’t keep up the charade of being bedbound for long.
It was dawn the next day as I stood by the edge of the bed and looked down at my sleeping wife, completely unaware that a monster was watching her.
Fuck, how long had it been since I last touched her? Tasted her? She should be more than recovered from that first night.
And I fucking knew she was purposely avoiding me recently for this very reason. I let her have her way, but how much more did she expect me to take, especially with her by my side, tempting me with her scent, her alluring gaze… fuck.
I clenched and unclenched my fists just as Luna shifted on the bed, the bedsheets falling from her shoulders and exposing a sliver of skin from her delicate neck to her collarbone.
Unable to help myself, I reached and ran the tips of my fingers over the warm skin. I moved my fingers further down, beneath the fabric of the huge shirt she had on—my shirt.
I hadn’t even realized she had worn it to bed, but fuck if the sight didn’t fucking get to me in a way that had never happened before.
My cock jumped when I felt the swell of her breast, making me feel like a fucking schoolboy. Since when did I get turned on over a little bit of skin? This was fucking hell.
A startled gasp penetrated through the fog of lust in my mind, but it still took me a moment to realize it was my wife and that her eyes were opened, the gray irises bright with awareness.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft with sleep. She wiggled, shifting the position of my hand so that my fingers moved further down the swell of her breast, near her nipple. The image of her naked and squirming beneath me on our wedding night had been imprinted in my mind since that night.
“Still sore?” I asked, my voice gruff. It had been over a week. I knew she was sore from our first night, but fuck if I was going to let her keep using that excuse. At times, it felt like the only thing strong enough to keep the monster I could feel clawing inside me away from her.
She blinked at me. Her mouth opened, but when nothing came out, she closed it. I pulled my hand away from her, nodding. Fuck, what was I doing?
I shouldn’t even have been touching her in the first place.
I turned and moved to walk away when I felt her hands around my forearm, halting me. I turned around and took her in, not saying anything.
Neither did she. Not at first.
Then—
“Still sore,” she whispered, her voice quiet and sweet in the cool morning air surrounding us, each syllable echoing off my skin. “But not so much. Not…” She took a deep breath. “Not at all.”
Did she even know what she was saying? Fuck, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t sure I could hold back anymore.
I moved toward her, pulling the blanket away from her body and taking her in.
My wife.
Mine to protect. To hold. To pleasure .
Just…
Fucking mine.
I crawled back into the bed, resting most of my weight on her. She unconsciously spread her legs apart, leaving room for me.
“Your injury?—”
I shook my head. “I’m feeling much better now.”
She didn’t look like she believed me. Not that I blamed her. I might have overdone it, milking my injury.
I grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it up. Her breath caught and froze, my eyes roaming over her face, checking for distress.
She nodded.
I felt that fucking nod all the way to the very core of me. Something primal and unthinkable roared inside of me, incessant and loud.
“Baby,” I whispered against her soft skin, feeling something inside me soften as well. Not enough for me to distinguish between the man and the monster I could feel vying for control inside me on a daily basis, but enough that perhaps I could be soft for her, as both the man and the monster.
She ran her fingers through my hair, tugging it and grabbing my attention. I looked up and met her eyes, watching as the black in her gray irises grew, watching the flush on her skin that I had been fascinated by since day one.
“Are you sore?” she asked in that sweet guilelessness that I knew—just fucking knew— I would kill to keep.
“The last thing I am is sore,” I found myself answering her, my voice unnaturally gruff for some fucking reason.
She nodded and offered me a tentative smile, making me feel as if I had won over all the territory of the world.
I leaned down and took her lips in a hard kiss. She hummed against my lips and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer to her as if she couldn’t stand even the idea of a single space between us.
I fucking liked that. Liked the idea that she wanted to be as close to me as much as I wanted to be with her. I kissed her harder, hoping this would, somehow, ease away all the confusion I had toward her since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
It didn’t work. If anything, that confusion grew, and with it, my desire to take as much of her as I could until there was no denying just who owned her, body and soul.
Why, out of everyone in this world, was this imp of a girl the one to make it feel like the grip I had on that obsessively held control was slipping?
I pulled back and took in her face.
Her lips were swollen from me, her eyes animated, and her soft, fair skin just about ruined me.
“Is everything okay?” she asked cautiously.
I shook my head, unsure if I was trying to shake myself out of my own stupor or answer her question.
Without a word, I grabbed her shirt and pulled until it tore apart in my hands. She gasped. I didn’t give her time to think.
I pulled the fabric down, baring her tits to my gaze. My fingers plucked at the hardened nubs until she was moaning out in ecstasy.
I pinched her nipples and pulled up, not letting her go.
“Do you like that?” I asked roughly. “Do you like it when I make it hurt?”
I pinched her nipples again, and a soft mewl escaped her lips, driving me crazy. She bit her bottom lip, her legs moving restlessly against me as if trying to relieve some of the ache in her sweet little cunt.
I had thought I would have to be gentle with my virgin wife for a few months, at least until I could introduce her to the rougher side of sex, to the dominating control that I preferred. But she made me forget all about being gentle, wanting to take her with the desperation I could feel clawing at my skin every time I so much as looked at her.
Luckily for me, she seemed to not only like this side but was as desperate, as crazy as I was for it.
She seemed to crave my monster. That she wasn’t running scared told me what I already knew. She was made for me.
I twisted her nipple slightly before pulling back and slapping the center of her tit. Her back arched, and she pushed her hands up to my arms, her nails raking down my skin and leaving a trail of white pain in their wake.
“Answer me, wife . Tell me what you like.”
“You,” she said, her voice hoarse. I smiled a little at her answer.
“Me? Then why has my sweet little wife been avoiding me?” I asked, bending down until my lips were at her neck. I sucked the skin in between my lips, using my teeth to playfully nip at her as I took the panties she wore to bed and dragged them down her legs. She helped me kick them away until she was fully naked and all mine.
I pulled back when she didn’t answer me right away. She swallowed, drawing my gaze to her throat.
“I… I haven’t.”
I smirked. “What a naughty little liar you are.”
She shook her head.
I kissed her then, tasting her denial on my tongue, as sweet as I remembered her to be.
I kissed her harder, wanting more of her.
I let my hand roam down her body, stopping when I got to her drenched pussy. Wet for me. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.
Those gray eyes of hers were nearly dark, showcasing her hunger, her desperation for me. I plunged two fingers deep inside her tight heat. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.
I smirked and started moving my fingers, fucking her with them until I could feel more of her arousal coming out, coating her inner thighs and driving me insane.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me that sweet little cunt of yours that belongs to me.”
She blinked. “What?”
My smile grew, and I pulled out of her to lightly tap over her clit. Her back bowed, and her legs jerked from the sensation, obviously sensitive.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She spread her legs, offering me the full view of her cunt in the dawn light. “Fuck, but you’re exquisite. And every moment with you is just not fucking enough,” I growled, quickly pulling off my own clothes. Her eyes moved down to my cock. I fucking loved the way she looked at me. As if she couldn’t get enough. Pulling her legs, I repositioned her until they hung over the edge of the bed. I got in between her spread legs and, without warning, pushed myself inside.
We groaned at the same time, her hand blindly reaching for me as I started to fuck her.
Hell.
It was like heaven, feeling her clench down on me.
I let my fingers come down to her clit, playing with it roughly every time I pushed inside her, wanting to feel her shake around me, wanting to see her lose control.
“Please, Massimo.”
“I know, baby,” I answered her pleas, moving faster. I slapped the side of her tits, one after the other, watching the way they moved from the force, knowing I was close. Fuck, but I wasn’t going to come before her.
“Come for me,” I gritted out.
Her back arched off the mattress, and like the good girl that she was, she came for me, her moans and screams filling the empty house and making me feel strong and weak, all the same.
Making me feel so out of control, I began to wonder if I ever had it in the first place.
I came inside her, watching my cum fill her up and spill out of her pussy. The vision of her pregnant with my baby filled my mind, and I felt weak-kneed with yearning for that.
To have both her and my baby.
The two would belong to me and no one else.
Fuck.
I held her close in my arms, keeping her face on my chest, not wanting her to look up and see me and see too much.
I felt raw.
And not myself.
I felt exposed, and that was the last thing I wanted other people to see in me, not even my wife—especially my wife.
I needed to leave soon. I had been bedbound for far too long, and there was too much shit to get to.
But the thought of leaving her after fucking her felt wrong. And why that mattered to me, that I might be doing something wrong by her, I didn’t fucking know, but I was here, holding her tight in my arms.
“I have to go soon,” I said softly.
She burrowed herself deeper into me. I wondered if she was even aware of her actions. One thing was for certain: she was getting more comfortable with me, day by day. And still, it felt like I hardly knew her.
I knew that wasn’t important. My parents barely knew each other. But of course, my parents were hardly the prime examples of what a marriage should be.
I knew that. Knew that since the moment I found out my mom had killed herself.
I was the only one who saw her body. Romeo, Matteo, and Giulia had been too young to understand what was happening, and Elio was helping me by keeping them away from the room while I tried to get our mother’s body down from the rope she was hanging from.
I would not let my mother’s tragedy become Luna’s future.
I tightened my arms around her from the thought and, without thinking, bent down and placed a swift kiss on the top of her head before gently pulling her off me. I got up as Luna pulled the sheets to cover herself as if trying to hide her naked body from my gaze.
I smiled a little at the action before moving into the walk-in closet to get dressed for my day.
It didn’t take me long, and Luna was still in the same position she’d been.
I braced my weight on my hands against the mattress, bending down until I could make out the silver flecks in her eyes. She blushed.
“You think you’ll ever not blush around me?” I asked, hoping that wouldn’t be the case. I fucking loved it when she blushed whenever I so much as looked at her.
She bit her lip and gave me a half shoulder shrug.
I smiled and kissed her.
She hummed against my lips.
When I pulled away, the softness and dreaminess had returned in her eyes. What morally corrupt things wouldn’t I do to keep her looking like this?
The answer—nothing. There wasn’t a fucking line I wouldn’t cross to ensure she looked like this for the rest of her life.
“Be good.”
“I’m always good,” she answered.
I smiled. Fuck, but when had I ever smiled so much at another person?
She was bringing out all different sides of me. Without another word, I straightened and walked away, feeling the mask I wore so well slipping into place the moment I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door.