Chapter 13 Massimo
Massimo
I thought leaving her alone for a few days after spanking her would get her out of my system, allow me to shake the attraction to the youngest Cassone, but my reaction to someone putting hands on her was enough to tell me what I already knew…
There’s no fucking way that’s going to happen.
Bone after bone, scream after scream from Snake as I made him pay, but nothing was enough.
Not when all I could see is the light in Sophia’s eyes going out and his slimy hands touching her at all.
No, even with ten broken fingers and two broken legs it wasn’t near enough.
He’s just lucky he has family who pleaded for his life, or he would have found himself at the end of concrete blocks heading into the depths of the sea.
I’ve heard the stories about the way it was in the old country between Mamma and Papa. There was never going to be anyone else for him but her, and maybe these things don’t fall too far from the tree.
Besides, the more I think about my plan, the more sense it makes.
Father has been pushing me to formalize things with Desiree, eldest daughter of a rival family.
A merger that for all intents and purposes would strengthen our family position, yet she’s not the one who causes my dick to ache or turns my blood cold with anger the minute I hear anyone other than me say her name.
No matter what this attraction to Sophia is, it’s red-blooded, possessive and drives the desire to annihilate anyone who puts hands on her other than me, and to protect her from what I know her future to bring after what I’ve learned about the other rival families in the last few days.
No, whether Sophia likes it or not, she will submit to me.
I won’t give her any choice, because it’s the only way to save her, merge a rival family even if it’s with the Cassones, and keep her for myself.
Give the contract a year, we will have worked out the undeniable itch as she calls it, and then we’ll each go our separate ways with an agreement of alliances between the families.
It will work. I’m going to fucking make it work.
My eyes take in the golden amber orbs staring up at me, not fully understanding the attraction myself.
She’s certainly not like the other women who hang on my arm at social functions and bat their eyelashes and do what they’re told knowing their daddies want them to sit beside me as queen someday.
Maybe that’s what I like about Sophia. You know exactly what you’re getting, and she knows exactly who I am, but couldn’t help the attraction any more than I.
My little kitten believes she has the upper hand, but she has no clue how convincing I can be. “Three weeks, Sophia. And then my name spills from your lips in a scream and you say I do. You will marry me for one year.”
Her eyes dance with hope, seeing this as a way out of the debt for her and her family, and I feel half bad that in the near future it will be destroyed.
She’ll succumb to the pleasures of my bed, she will scream my name, and I will gain a dutiful wife who will solidify yet another territory under the Roselli name.
But it’s the only way to clear her family debt, keep her safe, and extricate myself from the arrangement with the Amortes.
I lean in and pull her closer. “A kiss to seal the deal?”
Sophia doesn’t resist, and my fingers splay around her sensitive nape, drawing her in, holding her captive as our lips meet for the very first time.
If I thought spanking her or rubbing her slit was arousing, feeling her breath against me and tasting her sweetness as her heart races out of control causes my dick to throb painfully against the zipper of my dress pants.
“Sophia, you’re going to be mine soon, and you’re going to want to be owned by me for an entire year. ”
Her eyes flash as she instinctively draws back. “Not likely,” she says hoarsely, all while those hazy lust-filled eyes tell me she’s not near as immune as she pretends.
I grin and stand, very much aware of the raging bulge in my pants and the interest in her eyes. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind and be happy to say I do. It may in fact solve both of your problems and my own.” My resolve strengthens, the plan formulating in my head, only half shared with her.
It could work. For us, for Desiree, and for the families in the future.
Her lips twist delicately to the side. “Perhaps,” she concedes.
“Time will tell, kitten. I’ll have some clothes sent up for you later with instructions. You’ll join me for dinner in the formal dining room at seven. I have a taste for something much sweeter than dessert. Don’t wear panties. They will only get in the way.”