Chapter 26 - Sophia
Sophia
Massimo rolls me over and pulls me to him, pushing a piece of hair from my swollen eye, gently touching the cracked skin around it.
“I’m sorry about this. It’s going to hurt in the morning.
What happened? The perimeter alarms went off and I got in the car to get to the highway.
The cameras showed you running in this direction, so I followed. That’s all I know.”
“One of your goons elbowed me in the face. I shot him with his gun. We’re even.”
His eyebrow arches. “You shot one of my soldiers with his own gun?”
“Damn straight.”
He tries not to smirk but I see it just the same.
“You are not a kitten, you are a tiger in kitten’s clothing.
Purring against me when I touch you just right, purring and letting me share your cream but then turning into a vicious and protective tigress with impressive claws when the need should arise. ”
Massimo helps me up from the ground but standing causes me to wince.
His brow furrows as he notices the bareness of my feet.
“Come here,” he growls, scooping me into his arms before he carries me through the dense forest, while I push a branch here and there out of our way to avoid us getting caught by the thorns.
When we reach the highway, his SUV sits parked on the road with no lights on at all.
I gesture to his vehicle. “You drove yourself. What if I had overpowered you, taken your gun, killed you and left you for dead?”
“You wouldn’t do that to me, kitten.”
“I thought you lied, that you were engaged and used me for your perverse pleasure. I might have done those things.”
He juggles me in his arms, pressing me to his body while opening the passenger side door.
My eyes meet his, slightly embarrassed now that I know.
“I can stand on my feet; they’re just going to be super sore tomorrow.
I should have kept my shoes on, but I couldn’t scale the gates with the heels, or even the shoes after I removed them. Too slippery.”
Massimo shakes his head. “Your feet are bleeding. They are not okay. I’ll put you in the car, Sophia. One thing I can be assured of is that life will never be dull with you. Where did you leave our man?”
I point across the street to the fence. “Just over there. He’ll be fine. I didn’t kill him.”
He pulls out his cell and hits a contact to connect. “It’s me. I found Sophia. She said she left one of our men in the field with a bullet in his shoulder, any word?” He’s quiet as he listens. “Have him in my office first thing in the morning. I have more important things to deal with tonight.”
My heart races with fear of the unknown.
I can deal with Massimo, but his father.
That man is not the forgiving type, and it’s clear he wants nothing to do with me, or Massimo anywhere near me for that matter.
Why else would he have mentioned Desiree?
“What’s going to happen when your father learns that we made this deal? ”
Massimo starts the car, and I buckle my seat belt as he puts his on. “He doesn’t know about the deal between the two of us, but he does know that I don’t plan to marry Desiree and that I plan for you to be my wife.”
“So, our secret pact. I’m the dirty little secret and still very much the enemy as far as your father is concerned.”
“Does that surprise you, Sophia? Surely, you’ve heard about my dad over the years. Does he sound like someone to go all soft and sentimental just because his son has picked a bride? Especially a Cassone? It is going to take time.”
I inhale a deep breath. “This isn’t going to be easy.
Neither of our fathers are going to want this to work.
Even if it pays my father’s debt, which would ease many things, but it’s more than money with them.
It’s pride, its reputation, how others see the coupling.
The Rosellis and Cassones don’t belong together. ”
He starts to say something, but I put up my hand. “In their world, in their eyes, Massimo. But they are the ones we have to convince, because if I win, and I do plan to win no matter what you say, your father wipes the debt clean, or I walk away. That was the deal, the only reason I played.”
Massimo doesn’t slow the car before pulling to the side of the road but brings it to a complete and abrupt halt.
He turns, unbuckling me suddenly and lifting me in one swift movement, dragging me into his lap, his hand sliding to my nape, holding me cradled and close as his eyes penetrate mine.
My legs settle around his, my dress parting so that my core feels the hardness of his heat.
“You are not going to win, kitten. You are going to beg me to keep ravishing you, you’re going to say my name, and I am going to win this bet. ”
His lips are so close that they’re almost touching, yet he doesn’t close the distance.
“Ask me to kiss you,” he murmurs into my ear, grinding my center into the hardness of his dick causing a shiver of need to pool in my center and a shiver to run down my spine.
“Ask me to kiss you while I fuck you so hard that you want to scream my name.”
Ahh. I can do that. That wouldn’t be giving in, as long as I don’t say his name. He strokes a nipple while blowing and kissing on my ear. “Ask me to kiss you, kitten,” he growls, unzipping himself and rubbing the heat of his cock against the wetness of my bare core.
My nipples peak with desire and my hips grind against his hardness in an effort to get closer to his heat. There is no way I’m turning him down, he knows it, I know it, and he knows that I know it. I nuzzle against his ear. “Kiss me, please? Kiss me and fuck me and make me forget this night.”
Massimo’s low growl is almost feral in sound.
His hands guide my hips as he penetrates my pussy, guiding me down, forcing me to take every delicious inch with no gentleness at all.
Just pure unadulterated desire. The way I like it.
Him in charge, sliding in so deep, all the way to the end of me, hitting that special little button, the one that makes me dizzy with pleasure, over and over again.
The devious devil already knows exactly what that does to me, so he does it again and again, hitting it repeatedly, deep and hard, just the way I like, pleasure and pain mingling in a mind-numbing wave that engulfs me with the deepest desire. “Say my name, kitten.”
I shake my head. “Tell me to come all over you, right now.”
He drives deeper, whispering into the sensitive shell of my ear.
“No kitten, your pleasure is no longer yours to control. Not yet, love. I want to feel the walls of your pussy tightening around me, clenching around me. Ahh, kitten, there you go, you’re almost there,” and then he drives me down hard, and then again, “come for me kitten, all over me,” he growls, as wave after wave crash over us with an intensity that takes my breath away.
Massimo holds me close as our bodies slowly calm from the throes of desire.
I lean against his chest, still curled in his lap with his cock buried inside of me.
Two people who history says will never be anything but enemies, yet this, this chemistry, this magnetic pull circumvents everything and draws us together like nothing I’ve ever felt or seen. “Massimo?”
“Hmm kitten?” he says, rubbing the back of my neck while I whisper in his ear.
“What if I win? Will you really let me go?”