17. Luna
17
LUNA
I smiled shyly at Massimo when he held open the car door for me at the front of the restaurant. He didn’t smile back at me, but I wasn’t offended. I was learning that was just the way he was.
And that was okay because I would much rather have this with him than to have an insincere smile with anyone else.
I pulled my belt on and leaned back against the seat as Massimo walked around the hood of the car to the driver’s side. My heart sped up once he closed the door behind him, leaving us alone in the car.
He turned and looked over at me once and nodded before we were off, driving back to the house. What had felt like a lousy morning was no longer the case. I was… content.
His words back at the restaurant ran through my mind.
Massimo wanted control.
And perhaps, under a different circumstance, with someone different, I might have been scared, but there was a part of me that trusted Massimo.
That probably made me stupid.
I didn’t know.
Trusting someone else never got me anything but a bruised heart, but something in me wanted to try again.
Or maybe I just wanted so badly to trust him.
I shook away the thought and turned to take in Massimo’s side profile. The scars on his face were hidden from me, on his left side, so I got his perfect side.
And he was that.
Perfect.
Full lips, neatly shaved beard, a strong nose, defined jawline… every single feature of his tied together into something that was just so masculine and aesthetically pleasing.
It was no wonder the hostess had looked at him like she wanted to eat him up. The scars on his face did nothing to detract from his beauty. If anything, it only added to this dangerous, appealing allure that most would want to covet for themselves.
I jumped a little when I realized the car had come to a stop and that we were home.
How had I missed the entire ride?
Massimo turned toward me, his green eyes keeping me frozen in my seat.
He reached out and unbuckled my belt, causing a small gasp to escape me. We stayed like that for one… two… three long seconds before Massimo was undoing his own belt and climbing out of the car. He moved quickly. He was by my side just as I threw the door open, holding out his hand.
I let him pull me out of the car and hold onto my hand as he led us back into the house. We had to walk past the still-messy kitchen to get upstairs. I flexed my hand, wanting him to let go. He turned to me with a frown.
“I need to clean up,” I said.
He shook his head. “You need a nap.”
“A nap? What is with you and making sure I take a nap?” I asked. It was something he had insisted I do since the first day I came here.
He cupped my cheek, his thumb swiping under my eyes. I resisted the urge to burrow my face into his palm like a kitten with no survival instincts.
“You still have heavy bags under your eyes.”
“Is it bad?” I asked, suddenly wanting to see a mirror.
He shook his head. “You look beautiful, as always. But you need a nap.”
“You think I look beautiful?” I asked softly. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had said that to me and sounded like they meant it. Lina had always been the pretty sister, and though I was mostly okay with that, I always wondered if Massimo had compared my sister to me and felt… regretful that he hadn’t married her.
“You really don’t know?” he asked softly. “You’re beautiful, Luna.”
I smiled at him, and a strange look moved over his features. Before I could ask him about that, he was already leading me up the stairs.
“I’ll take care of the mess,” he said.
“That’s not fair to you?—”
He turned to me, cutting me off. “Remember what we talked about at the restaurant?”
We talked about a lot of things. I didn’t know which he was referring to.
“You’re giving me control. Part of that is not worrying about anything but doing as I say.”
I narrowed my eyes at him before I could think better of it. He looked like he was trying to hold in his smile.
“Do exactly as you say?”
He tapped the tip of my nose. “Not exactly as I say, but close enough.”
Then he continued leading me up the stairs. I was in a daze, still reeling from his words, when we came into our room, and he stopped us in front of the walk-in closet.
“Stay here,” he said before walking away. I watched him disappear inside the closet for a few seconds. When he came back out, he was carrying one of his T-shirts and nothing else.
I frowned. Was he staying?
Wouldn’t that be… something?
A huge part of me wanted to be alone and think back on all we talked about this morning—the most we’d ever said to each other in our marriage so far. Another huge part was thrilled I could have him for more than a few hours a day at a time.
I was starting to crave Massimo’s presence.
But then he pulled me along until we stood by the edge of the bed, and without saying anything, bent down and pressed a sweet, tender kiss on my cheek. He pulled back and took me in as if looking for any signs of distress. I was far from it.
I was feeling… hot.
Especially when he started to take off his suit jacket. A thrill of excitement went through me over the prospect of him getting naked, but much to my disappointment, he stopped at that, leaving himself in black slacks, a white shirt, and a dark-gray tie.
I took in a huge breath just as Massimo’s eyes darkened, and he pressed another kiss on my cheek, this time closer to the corner of my lips.
“Still shy with me?” he asked, his voice whisper-soft.
I didn’t think there would ever be a time when I wouldn’t be shy with him.
“I know something that can help,” he said.
“What’s that?” I asked, adopting the same tone of voice as him.
“I have to get you used to my touch.”
“Used to your touch—” I gasped when I felt his hand mold over one of my breasts. He squeezed it slightly, making my nipples harden. He could touch me as much as he wanted—there was no getting used to the electrifying zing I felt humming all over my skin whenever he touched me like this.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I could only nod.
“Words, principessa . I need your words.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice nothing more than a breathy moan. Who knew it could feel so good to have him touch me there? But it always felt good with Massimo. He made sure of it, a rarity in our world.
Perhaps that was why I so readily agreed with his need for control back at the restaurant. Why, instead of feeling scared over the prospect of giving another person so much power over me, I had felt only a small flutter of apprehension, nervousness, and— thrill . I knew he wouldn’t break me, and I was flailing, so desperate for his guidance.
Or maybe I was just trying to justify my actions, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t so stupid to place blind trust in my husband.
I didn’t know which was actually the answer, and at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care because Massimo’s hand was moving away from my breast and down to the hem of my shirt. He kept his eyes on me the entire time as he lifted the shirt up and off me, leaving me in my plain black bra. There was nothing alluring about it, but the way he looked at me… it made me feel special.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against my neck. My hands slowly moved to his shoulders, and I bravely let my palms mold over his muscular body. I took in just how hard and different he was from me and reveled in the fact that this man was mine.
Mine and no one else’s.
You won’t share me.
Please… please let that be true. That Massimo was a man of his word, and when he said I wouldn’t share him, that would be the case.
That it would always be the case.
He suckled on the skin of my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. My eyes fluttered shut from the sensation as his hand moved around me to unbuckle the bra. The fabric loosened just before Massimo pulled it away and let it drop to the floor. He sucked harder on the skin, no doubt leaving his mark on me.
I opened my eyes when he pulled back, his gaze gliding over me and stopping on my nipples. He licked his lips and rolled one hardened nub between his forefinger and thumb roughly, driving me just a little more crazy.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from doing something embarrassing, like begging him for more.
He plucked at my nipple, leaving behind a small sting that had me gasping for air. I tightened my grip on his shoulder, my short nails digging into his skin.
“You don’t think you can nap?” he asked me, his voice a low, seductive caress that had my insides curling with pleasure. “I can help with that.”
God, his voice.
I loved his voice.
He bent down in front of me then, his lips trailing over my skin as he did. I swallowed hard as I watched him, my heart pounding when he looked up, his green eyes twinkling just before he winked at me.
He slowly pulled down my leggings, along with my panties. Cold air teased my wet center as he focused his eyes on it.
“God!” I screamed out as he delved two thick fingers inside me. His hungry eyes never left my face, true fascination in them. As if my every reaction to his touch was truly something he couldn’t get enough of.
My legs trembled, and it was taking everything in me to stay standing when I felt the first inkling of an orgasm hitting me. I dug my hands into his shoulder, my eyes begging for the kind of release I knew only he could provide. He quickened his movements. The squelching noise of my wet skin sounded against the friction of his touch, along with my moans, and his breathing became the only noise in the room.
I should be embarrassed. I was past being self-conscious. Not when I just wanted to come so badly. So bad.
“Please,” I begged.
“That’s right, my sweet girl,” he cooed, pressing his thumb painfully over my sensitive clit.
“ Fuck .”
He looked at me with dark, amused eyes. He worked me harder with his thumb as another finger slipped inside, stroking the fire that was slowly igniting from within.
“Come for me, principessa ,” he said almost aggressively, his fingers a brutal intrusion I had no way of ignoring.
I came with a shout, my inner muscles clenching around him. Massimo pressed his lips against mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure. I crumbled against him, unable to hold myself up any longer. Massimo was there, moving his hands down my body from behind. I shivered when I felt his very large palms against my backside. He kneaded the supple flesh roughly, painfully .
I shook my head as if to stop the pain, to tell him to stop, but the words would not leave my lips. The look in his eyes stopped me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulled me in closer to him until I could feel his erection pressed up against my stomach. I gasped from the sensation, the feeling heightened because I was fully naked, and he was still dressed in that expensive black suit of his, sans jacket, the fabric of his clothes pressed up against my skin. I couldn’t imagine how we looked like this. “But you are especially beautiful when you’re bare to me like this. I should fucking keep you naked inside the house from now on.”
I gasped and shook my head. He smirked. “No, you’re right. Getting you naked is a part of the fun.”
His fingers moved further in my crease, strumming over my back end. I pulled back to look at him as he continued to play with me.
“Massimo.”
“Aren’t you mine?” he asked gruffly. I could only nod. The concept was a foreign one—to belong to another person. But he was right; I was his.
“Isn’t this mine?” He dipped his finger a little into me, teasing my entrance.
I shot him a look. “My…”
He smirked. “Look at this. My sweet principessa can’t even say the word. Your tight little asshole, my dear.”
I took in a deep breath, unable to say anything to that.
“Make no mistake. This is mine.” He pushed his finger in a little deeper, creating a strange sensation I wasn’t sure I liked. My grip on his skin deepened.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to take you here.”
“Take me— fuck .”
The pace of his finger quickened, allowing me to feel everything. “This is mine. Just like your sweet little cunt. And this mouth of yours.”
He bent down and kissed me, his lips molding around mine in that dominating way of his, driving me crazy. He pulled out of me then, and before I could really think about what was happening, Massimo lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped myself around him, hanging on for dear life as his hands cupped my butt cheeks. He moved us toward the bed and laid me down on the soft mattress, his body following.
He slid his hand in between our bodies, fumbling with the zipper of his pants. I heard it go down just as he grabbed hold of his cock, giving himself a few hard strokes before squeezing around the tip.
Without warning, he plunged fully inside me.
I threw my head back with a gasp as the feeling of him filled me up.
He didn’t give me time to adjust.
He was moving his hips, thrusting brutally in and out of me, making sure I could feel everything, making sure I could feel all of him. Until there was no doubt left in my mind that this was what fucking was.
What we’d done up to this point was a small taste.
It was him holding back, only showing me a glimpse of the darkness. But how badly I craved it now, knowing what was waiting.
I pulled on the fabric of his shirt every time he pounded inside me, making the bed shake. “Please, please, please ,” I begged. It just hurt so good , but I wanted—needed more. More of him. More of his body, his soul… his heart.
I wanted his heart.
I wanted his love.
It was the first time I had ever admitted to such, but now that the thought came, it would not leave me alone.
I just wanted that so much.
I looked up and met his eyes.
We held each other’s gaze, and it felt like, in that moment, he could see everything from me. That he could take everything from me.
Just please love me.
I cupped his cheek as he continued to fuck me.
Please.
He leaned down and kissed me. I whimpered into his lips. I was so close. I just needed?—
“No!” I cried out when he pulled out and switched positions until I was on top of him. I froze, unsure of what he wanted me to do. But I didn’t have to worry. Even when I was on top, he was the one who took control. He raised my hips slightly, his cock probing at my entrance just before he let me slide down on his hard length. I clenched around him from the new sensation.
“I want you to fuck me like this,” he gritted out.
I blinked. “I’m not sure…”
“It’s easy.” He grabbed my hips and directed me. I gasped over how full it felt like this, and he smiled a little as if he knew just how I was feeling.
He moved my hips up and down against him, fully taking control of my movements until I felt a little more comfortable. Then I was moving on my own. My movements probably weren’t as smooth as when he was directing me, but it still felt good.
No, more than good.
It was…
“Fuck.”
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Take me. Go as fast as you need to get yourself off. Use me.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I moved faster and faster and faster.
I splayed my hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles bulging there. The only thing that would have made this better was if he were naked as well. But admittedly, there was something about the contrast between us now that got me high.
As if to hint at the power dynamic between us.
His hands moved up and cupped my breasts, playing with me there as I moved, just before he pulled back and slapped at my nipples.
I let out a pained cry, but that seemed to only spur him on.
His hand came down and played with my clit.
“Massimo.”
“Come for me,” he demanded roughly.
I threw my head back and cried, convulsing around him as my orgasm hit me with full force. I felt Massimo swell just before spurts of warmth filled me up, signaling his release.
My muscles felt weak, giving out suddenly, and then I was lying on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his hand moving soothingly over my skin.
And I came to a realization then.
The reason why I needed Massimo to love me, even if I wasn’t sure a man like him was capable of it.
It was because I was already halfway in love with him, and I just didn’t see a way for this to progress without my heart breaking into a million little pieces.