Chapter 21 Sophia
Sophia
My nipples strain against the skimpy fabric of the bikini while I let the devil lead me into the coolness of the affinity pool. He walks down the stairs first and holds out a hand, guiding me down. “It’s hardly deep.”
He grins, one of the seductive devilish grins that makes me wonder just how many women his charm has worked on. He doesn’t let go of my hand when I reach the bottom. “I wouldn’t want to let you get away, now would I kitten?” he says, leading me to the middle of the cool temperature pool.
“Here, face this way, look out into the sea, far in the distance and tell me what you see,”
he says. I lean against the wall of the pool, but I don’t see anything except for the glare of the sun and the shimmering of an infinite blue sea. “Just the water. Am I supposed to see something else?”
His body cages mine, leaning in closer. “Just the future, Sophia. All of the Jersey shore, the coastline and city, all of it.”
I swallow as his hardness presses against me and if I didn’t know exactly how large this devil is, I sure as hell know it now. His hands settle on top of mine, drawing them over the pool’s edge, splaying them. “Keep your hands still, and do not move them.”
“Or?” I murmur.
“Or I’ll tie you with my yachting rope.”
I should be more careful when teasing a devil, but my common sense where he is concerned left me a long time ago.
All I want now is to feel the weight of him next to me, in me, consuming me all while giving me the information that I want about my father but without me screaming or even saying his name.
I realize in the moment I want my cake, and I want to eat every delicious morsel of it too.
I want the devil … I just don’t want to trade what he wants.
Because I can’t. The debt is too high a price to give up, my family needs me to make it go away and I don’t plan on being on the losing end of this game.
I am going to marry someone who loves me, someone who takes my breath away, someone who isn’t next in line for the king of Jersey or using me as a pawn.
But still, when his mouth caresses the tender and sensitive area between my neck and shoulders desire snakes down the length of my spine and my hips push back into his groin. He whispers in my ear. “Slow, kitten. I’m in charge of your pleasure. You don’t take what I haven’t given yet, no?”
His fingers play with the stringy tie of my bikini and the warmth of his breath on my ear causes desire to slide down the length of my spine. “Ask me to untie it.”
I swallow, knowing already that I’m going to do whatever he wants, everything that is except say his name, but my voice comes out hoarse, sounding so needy even to my own ears. “Untie my swimsuit, please.”
He grinds the hardness of his cock against my ass cheeks as he unravels my top, removes it, and lays it on the deck.
His hands cradle my breasts, murmuring his appreciation as he holds them and plays with my tips.
My nipples strain, aching with need as he rolls the sensitive flesh between a finger and thumb, adding pressure while sending waves of desire right to my center.
I moan, soft and low, and the unintended reaction is enough to bring me back to the moment and get my head out of the clouds just in time to keep me from saying his name on a self-indulged breath and causing me to lose.
Massimo’s hand lies on the flat of my belly, stroking the skin and leaving a wave of heat. His fingers slide lower, hooking into the sides of my bikini bottoms. “Tell me to take them off.” It wasn’t a question, instead a command by the devil himself.
Yet, I find myself answering as though he were asking me for permission. “Take them off, please,” I whisper, knowing that I’m now past the point of no return with this man. I want everything he has to offer, except his name. Because under no circumstances can that ever be.
He glides the skimpy material over my hips and down my legs beneath the water and this time he slides a finger deep inside of me. “So creamy and wet. This is mine, Sophia. It’s already mine. You should concede now and give me what I want, kitten.”
I shake my head. “I can’t lose,” I whisper.
His tongue gently caresses the sensitive shell of my ear. “You lost the moment our souls met. You will be mine. Say my name. Scream it.”
I shake my head again.
He sucks the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, biting down gently.
“Such a pity to torture you in this way,” he says huskily.
“Slide down with me,” he says, moving us with a hand on my waist just a few inches to the left.
The minute he runs his fingers along my slit, holding my center open, and I feel the water, I know exactly what the devil has planned.
He pushes me gently with the hardness of his groin, towards the force of the water from one of the underwater spouts.
It gushes water into the pool, the force of it pushing against my sensitive nub as he holds me open and keeps me prisoner in the spot.
“Tell me you want me to stop.”
My body is on fire, but I’m not about to do that. “No.”
“Tell me it feels so good. That you don’t want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop, ever, ever, ever.
” I’m barely able to get one coherent word out in front of the other while my body shakes on the end of the water’s force.
He is a devil in all things and holds me firmly, keeping my legs apart while his cock digs into the flesh of my ass, keeping me in place while squeezing my sensitive tips.
“Come for me, Sophia. Come apart in my arms. I want to feel you shake so hard, kitten.”
There would be no holding back even if I could, my body is too wound, too close and his voice and his command alone bring me rolling over the edge, every delicious wave as intense as the last as I tremble uncontrollably and he holds me tight, forcing another explosive orgasm to roll through my body before finally allowing it to end and me to rest.
My heart is still pounding and my legs are still quivering. I half expect the hardness pushing into my ass cheeks to find the center of my heat and drive in deep. There is not one thing in the world that would make me say no, even after already coming apart for this man twice in a row.
Instead, he places his arms underneath my legs and carries me up the steps, puts my robe over me, and proceeds to towel dry every inch of me before pulling my robe closed.
Then he takes my hand and leads me into his room, gently placing me on the bed before getting in beside me and pulling me into his arms.
“Sleep, kitten, I’ve decided that I don’t want to make you scream my name.”
My chest tightens with a deep and profound regret.
Massimo’s had a change of heart, something about what happened outside changed his mind.
Maybe I overplayed my hand, should have let him think I would cave eventually, or the chemistry for him wasn’t as hot as it was for me.
But I felt his hardness, and yet he didn’t make the move and isn’t making it now.
Maybe the energy and chemistry is more one sided than I really thought.
The deep sinking feeling that he may just not be as into me as he was just moments before hits me right in the chest. It also means the deal is off.
I won’t have a way to pay the debt off if I don’t win.
But funny that’s not the very first thing that I thought of or that disappointed me the most. Although it is the one I can talk about and still save face, not show my hand or sacrifice my heart.
“You’re cancelling our deal? I thought the Rosellis had more honor than that.”
Massimo growls, pulling me close, tucking me into his arm before covering us with a light down comforter that feels cool to my heated skin.
“I’m a man of my word, kitten. If you win, and I plan to ensure that you do not, then your family’s debt is paid, but if I win, you’ll not only agree to marry me, but you’ll do it the very day after you lose. ”
My mouth gapes. “You are insane,” I whisper.
His eyebrow raises as he smirks. “Perhaps, now tell me to fuck you, kitten, before I go fucking insane.”
Relief floods every fiber of my being, and I already know it’s not just the thought of the debt.
The thought that he may not want me stung, it hurt, it was excruciating in the moment because whether I like it or not, whether my family will like it or not, and whether it is forbidden or not, or will start one of the holiest of wars if discovered, I am falling for the Roselli devil.
The one who will be the next king of New Jersey, the king of the golden coast in all its glory and every underground deal that’s made will come through him.
And I vowed not to marry a mafia man, or to stay in this life, yet here I am, looking into the eyes of the devil himself, helpless to say no. “Fuck me, please, before I go absolutely insane.”