Chapter 27 - Massimo
Massimo
My dick is still hard in her hot wet pussy, and she’s still thinking about getting away from me, and going back to what?
A father who doesn’t care enough about her not to put her in harm’s way or to move heaven and earth to get her back.
Just turned his guilty face to the ceiling and let his youngest daughter be led out the door by the enemy not knowing if I was a monster or not.
The chambers of my heart beat, coursing with fear mixed with anger at my father for making Sophia run.
It’s clear that he’s not yet convinced that a Cassone will soon be married to his son.
His comments were intended to do exactly what they did, push her away.
I may forgive him for many things, but I’m going to be hard pressed to forgive him for that or her ever forgive her father for what he’s done to his daughter.
Just the thought of it and how much she was depending on him to save her still causes my blood to rage. If anyone but me had been sent to pick her up, she could have been thrown into the warehouse, where who the fuck knows what could have happened to her.
Bad enough that she was attacked even in the privacy of our home by the filthy scum who can’t yet walk after both of his legs were broken at my own hand. I should have had his fucking dick removed or sliced the fucking thing off myself for hurting my kitten.
Her father, my father, our men. I will protect her from it all.
Just the sight of her racing out the door with that hurt look on her face was enough for me, if I didn’t already know, win or lose that damn bet, I’m not letting her go.
No one will ever hurt my kitten again. Not in this fucking lifetime.
Even if the deal was only for a year. She’s mine. “I’ll never let you go, kitten.”
She smiles gently at me as I stroke a piece of hair from her face and kiss the busted skin of her eye. Nothing will stand in the way of me making her mine and my father at the moment is a barrier that I will not tolerate.
I help shift her from my lap and into her own seat. “Let’s go home,” I tell her, replacing my seat belt to drive us up to the entrance and through the guard station as they let up the gate.
Her eyes are affixed to the guard towers. “You have perimeter guards above, it’s what my father has, and why I never thought of it until now is beyond me. You had guns on me all the time. You could have had your men take me out, but instead you let me go.”
She’s not wrong and quite observant. I’m quiet for a moment as we make the long drive up to my estate bathed in light. I haven’t lied to her yet and I’m not about to start now. “I let you go so I could catch you myself.”
Her eyes penetrate my skin. “You want me to know exactly who and what you are, don’t you?”
“Would you prefer me to pretend that I’m an upstanding, law-abiding citizen in every sense of the word, and keep you sheltered from the truth, never knowing when danger might exist around the next corner? Or be up front and honest so you know what to expect and can prepare?”
“No to keeping things from me. I would hate that.”
“Then, yes kitten, I want you to know exactly who and what I am.” He turns me to face him.
“I’m the man who will break both legs and every finger on both hands of a man who tries to put his hands on you, and worse usually kitten, he caught me on a very busy day.
But make no mistake, he’ll never think about touching you again. ”
Her mouth gapes as though it’s a surprise. “You did that for me? What if I run into him in the house again?”
She won’t be running into him in this house ever. Only the fact that his cousin, a trusted family member, wanted him left alive and put his reputation on the fact that the man wouldn’t talk about his service to our family is the only reason the bastard made it out alive.
I walk around to her side of the car. “I’ll take care of this myself,” I tell Edmundo, who greeted us as we reached the house. His eyebrow raises, but he takes a step back. “As you wish, sir.”
I lift Sophia into my arms, cradling her against me. “I can walk, Massimo. I’ll grab a shower and will be good as new,” she says at the same time she nuzzles against my chest without even realizing she’s doing it.
“Edmundo, give us an hour and then have dinner brought to my suite, please.” I ignore Sophia’s soft protests and carry her up the steps, pass the room she previously used, and head to mine. “You can soak in the tub until one of our physicians looks at your feet, and that eye.”
She takes everything in as I carry her through the living room, down a hall, and into a massive bedroom with an en suite bath before laying her carefully on my bed. A bed that no other woman has shared with me before.
Sophia should be exhausted, she should be ready for a bath and bed, yet those eyes slide down the length of my body as though we didn’t just release our pent-up need in my car.
Her desire burns though; it shines in her eyes and makes my dick hard for her all over again.
She crooks a seductive little finger at me, drawing me to her like a fly to honey.
“You are going to be the fucking death of me.”
She gives me that sexy smile. “And here I thought you wanted me to scream your name.”