16. Massimo
16
MASSIMO
I stared down at the beauty on her knees in front of me. We’d had many toys over the years, but none had ever been as beautiful or as sweet as the one before me.
That was creating an issue for us, apparently, because the twins had completely lost their minds over her in a matter of days. I’d listen to Roman go on and on about her while we killed three men on our father’s orders tonight. He’d cut off a man’s hand and had waved it around the room, all while singing about how sweet Misery was.
And Sever.
The killing was almost therapeutic for him, because he had no issues cutting off arms, legs, and heads, collecting the blood from each corpse as he did so without a word. He’d been quieter than usual, and I knew it was because of his feelings he was trying to tamp down and control.
Roman waving a dead man’s hand around and recounting he and Ren’s night with the beauty hadn’t helped.
I wanted to know why they were so infatuated with her. She was defiant in a strange, withdrawn sort of way. I’d seen the flash of fury in her eyes. The way her hands balled into tight fists when told what to do. The barely there control she was exercising because she wanted her freedom so bad but our brand of terror kept her in check.
I liked all of that.
I stared at her, it hitting me like a ton of bricks. Having little interaction with her didn’t matter, it seemed. She was a little sorceress, casting spells over the men of this home with her quiet demeanor, big tits, and perfect body.
And her braid.
I reached out and lifted it off her shoulder. It snaked to nearly her waist.
She twitched at the motion, her breathing picking up.
Something about the action made my guts clench. She was getting to me too.
I didn’t like it.
I dropped her braid back onto her shoulder and sat back in my chair, my drink in hand.
“Roman and Renzo have taken a liking to you,” I commented.
She let out a soft scoff. I smiled at the motion and sat forward, placing my drink on the small table next to my chair.
“That upsets you. Confuses you,” I said, eyeing her as she continued to stare at the floor. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“It’s because they treated you so well only to seemingly betray you when upset.”
“Yes,” she said thickly.
“You understand this is simply our nature, correct?”
“Yes.” She balled her hands into fists again.
I smiled at that.
“Tell me, Misery, what did you hope would happen here?”
She said nothing, her bottom lip jutted out.
“Look at me,” I called out.
She slowly lifted her head and stared me down. She had the prettiest eyes. Green. Flecks of gold. Long, thick lashes.
“Answer the question.”
“I only want to go home.”
I nodded and took my drink back and sipped at it.
“From my understanding, home is terrible for you. Your father has abused you your entire life with him, no?”
She exhaled and nodded miserably.
“Why do you wish to return to that?”
She chewed her bottom lip, contemplating my question. My cock jerked to life in my pants. I shifted, wondering why the fuck that was happening.
“Misery? Tell me,” I said, finishing my second drink and hoping I’d end up with whiskey dick so she wouldn’t see the affect she had on me without doing a damn thing. I poured a third.
“I-I don’t know,” she finally said.
“You do,” I pressed.
She let out a soft sigh and squeezed her eyelids closed for a moment before opening them and speaking.
“I was trying to have a better life. I was graduating from college this year. My-My plan was to leave and start a life far away from my father.”
I absorbed her words, relating more to them than she knew.
“You were far away already at another college and came back.”
“He made me,” she whispered, looking down at the floor again.
“Did he?” I cocked my head as I studied her.
“He kept finding his way to me. He came and screamed on campus. People laughed at me. I had to come back.”
“So what makes you think that finishing college and moving away would make his actions different? Surely you know if someone wants you, they will find you? Safety only lasts as long as they search.”
Her shoulders slumped forward, her body language showcasing her defeat and realization as she stared back at the floor.
I pressed on.
“There is no escape, Sweet Misery,” I said gently, reaching out to tilt her chin back up. I liked looking into her pretty eyes.
“How do you know?” she whispered, her bottom lip wobbling.
My cock yearned to be set free as I watched her.
Fucking hell.
I never did this shit. If I was with a woman, it was out of necessity. I didn’t crave closeness or a relationship. In fact, I’d never been in any sort of relationship past fucking a woman and kicking her to the curb right after. No one stayed in my bed but me. I didn’t entertain their tears either, but as one slipped from Misery’s eye as she stared back at me, my heart lurched.
Irritation swept through me. Had Roman and Renzo not fucked up and caught feelings, I wouldn’t be dealing with this shit right now. Same for Sever. This house had gone mad since her arrival.
It pissed me off the status quo was getting fucked.
“Because I also live in Hell,” I answered back, finishing my third drink after the words had slipped free. I poured a fourth drink, the room silent.
She’d gone back to staring at the floor.
Sighing, I asked the question nagging me.
“What would you do if you were free right now?”
“Go home,” she answered simply.
“So right back into the fire. How does that help your situation if you want to be free? You can’t return to the same fire which burned you and expect to heal.”
Her shoulders sagged again.
“Maybe I’d kill him.” Her words were so soft I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly.
“You’d kill your father?”
She nodded, sniffling.
“Tell me, Sweet Misery, how would you do it? Look at me.”
She locked eyes with me.
“I-I would stab him while he was asleep.”
I smirked at her answer. “Why not while he’s awake so he takes it to the grave that way it can haunt him for eternity?”
She nibbled along her bottom lip, contemplating my question again. I ground my teeth, my cock at full mast now. The alcohol wasn’t doing its job.
“Because I’m not strong enough,” she answered. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”
“I would think having your father fondle your tits would make anyone strong enough.” I sipped my drink, taking in the way her body trembled at my words. “I spoke to my own father today. He told me what happened. Don’t you think it’s fucked up he’d touch you like that? All to get out of paying what he owed and getting a fucking life?”
She visibly swallowed but said nothing.
“That must mean he liked doing it.” I continued to watch her, taking in the way her breathing increased with her anger, the tightness of her fists, the way her eyes narrowed.
“Do you think your father to be a good man?” she asked. “He steals women and forces them to be your plaything.”
I let out a soft laugh. “My father is a monster who deserves to die. We all know that. Even he knows that.”
“Then why haven’t you?” she asked, her voice strong. “You’re Massimo Saconne. Do you not want freedom?”
I blinked at her, her words hitting a little too close for comfort. I even shifted slightly in my chair, the impacted making me suck down my fourth glass of scotch.
I smacked my lips for a moment before sliding my glass onto the side table, my head a little fuzzy from the buzz of alcohol swimming through veins.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around her throat, taking in the way her pretty eyes widened in fear. I didn’t squeeze too hard. Just enough so she knew I wasn’t playing.
“Don’t you want freedom?” she repeated, wincing at the grip I had on her. “I want you to be free too.”
Her words stunned me. I released her, my throat tight.
“I don’t deserve to be free,” I said, sitting back in my seat, my head more than spinning. “I’m a worse monster than my father is.”
I closed my eyes, truly feeling that way. How many women had I killed as a fuck you to him when he sent them here? How many men under his orders? How many crimes had I committed since I was just a boy?
Warm hands landed on my thighs. I snapped my eyes open to see Misery staring back at me, her pretty green eyes holding a sheen of sadness in them.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. She really was perfect. Roman had said as much earlier in the day when there was a lull in the screaming at the warehouse. Sever had grunted, a sour look on his face.
And me.
I’d scoffed, but now as I stared back at the sweet girl in front of me, I was beginning to believe my brothers.
“Maybe I’m a monster too,” she said, her voice so soft and sweet. “Because I want to kill both our fathers.”
I breathed out, her words hitting me right in the heart.
“You’re too pretty to be a killer,” I murmured, drinking in her beauty. I shifted forward and reached for her braid. It only took me a moment until I decided what I wanted to do. Carefully, I pulled the band out holding it together and tossed it aside. I allowed my fingers to unravel the braid. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, so soft and shiny. Adjusting it over her shoulders, I stared at her, in awe of how such a sweet creature could come to me. How she’d still be kind even though I was cruel.
“I don’t like to be cruel,” I whispered, running my fingers through her soft hair.
“Then don’t be,” she whispered back.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Her words. Her sweet lips. The way her eyes wavered as she stared back at me. But I wrapped my hand around her throat and tugged her to me, my lips meeting hers in a soft crash of warm flesh.
Immediately, she let me take the lead, her lips parting for me. I tasted her, my tongue slipping against hers.
I never kissed.
Ever.
It was too intimate, but I couldn’t resist her. I needed her. In only a matter of minutes, I’d caved just like my brothers had.
She really was a sorceress.
I’d gone from wanting to kill her to wanting to fuck her in moments. And it was more than fucking, but I shoved it out of my head because it was too crazy a thought to even have.
“You taste like sin,” she whispered against my lips.
I kissed her again, earning a soft moan from her.
“And you taste like heaven,” I answered back, going in for more. Within minutes, I had her pulled onto my lap, straddling my aching dick. I’d managed to remove my pants all while my lips were fused to hers.
With my hands on her hips, I moved her against my cock, groaning beneath her heat and wetness. Roe and Ren both said her pussy was magic. I was eager to now find out.
I blamed the alcohol.
Her beauty.
The way she whispered words to me I’d been feeling my entire life.
A kindred soul, wanting to kill those who loomed over us.
Maybe my other half in this nightmare…
I reached down and grabbed my dick, forgoing the condom. I always wore one because I didn’t want some bitch coming back to tell me she was knocked up. In this moment, I didn’t give a shit. In fact, if I could get Misery pregnant, I might be able to bring something just as pure and innocent into the world as her and all this shit I’d done wouldn’t be in vain.
I positioned myself at her entrance and pulled away so I could watch her face as she sank down on my cock.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted as I brought her slowly down on me.
“Y-You’re really big,” she gasped. “It hurts.”
“Good,” I murmured, wondering if she’d said the same things to my brothers because I knew they weren’t small guys either. The idea she’d saved the words for me though had me on the edge of bliss.
“Did the twins let you ride them?” I asked, fully seated in her drenched pussy. She was so tight it was almost hurting me in return.
“No,” she whimpered out.
“Well, I’m going to let you ride me.” I waited for her to move, but she simply stayed still, her green eyes searching me.
“What?” I reached out and cradled her face, my heart pounding hard.
“I don’t know how.” She winced at her words.
Fuck, why did I love that so much?
I’d never fucked someone so inexperienced before.
“I’ll help you.” I moved her slightly with the one hand I had on her waist. She winced, her breathing heavy.
“Take your time,” I instructed, helping her. “Your little pussy is so new to cock. We just need to carve it out, don’t we?”
She shuddered beneath my words, a soft moan coming from her mouth.
I let the hand which was cradling her face slide down to her throat, admiring how pretty she was riding my cock slowly with my hand around her neck.
“I’m going to let go. Keep moving. Do what feels good,” I husked out, releasing her hip and settling back in my chair all the way.
She kept her pace as I stared at her face. I hadn’t even taken her t-shirt off yet. I was grateful the twins decided to play keep-a-away with her panties though. Easy access was my favorite.
The alcohol I’d consumed flowed through me, making my head spin. It felt so good combined with the way she fucked me.
Another tiny gasp slipped past her lips, her movements a little quicker and more sure.
“You like that way my cock feels impaled inside your tight pussy, little daffodil? Tell me.”
“Y-Yes,” she rasped, her fingers twisting into my black button down.
“Take off my shirt,” I instructed.
She fumbled, getting it unbuttoned to reveal my tatted body to her. Her green eyes danced over the designs, her movements slowing.
“Don’t stop,” I warned.
She moved a little faster again. I smirked up at her and grabbed my bottle of scotch and took a deep drink while she continued her work on my dick.
“Here.” I offered her the bottle.
She slowed once more and stared at it for a moment.
“Take it,” I said, wondering if she would.
I didn’t have to wonder for long. She snatched it from me and drank down a big slurp, pulling a face as she swallowed. I chuckled, loving every moment of it. I took the bottle from her and placed it on the side table and ran my hands up her torso, peeling her t-shirt away as I went. In moments, she was bare before me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured, drinking her in.
A pretty flush crept onto her face and across her breasts. I ran my hands up and cradle them, relishing in how perfect they were.
At least our father had finally done something right by giving us her.
She reached out and pushed my shirt off my body. I smirked at her bravery, the move turning me on even more. Women weren’t ever bold with me. They knew I was a monster.
It was when she reached out and grabbed the scotch again and drizzled it on my chest that I blinked rapidly. Her lips met my skin, lapping at the alcohol before she latched onto my throat, sucking hard and marking me.
I groaned, unable to control myself any longer.
I got to my feet, my dick still impaling her tight cunt, and took her straight to my bed. She lost the bottle along the way, it crashing to the floor and sloshing out.
Giving a shit wasn’t within me as I laid her on my sheets and rutted wildly into her body. She writhed and flailed beneath me, moaning as I marked her right back and bucking against my cock.
She cried out as she came, soaking me completely. I groaned, relishing in the slick. With ease, I pulled free from her and rolled her onto her stomach before shoving back inside her. She squealed, and I fisted her wild dark hair, tangling my fingers in the mess as I fucked into her body.
She shoved against my cock, and I let my head fall back, allowing her to fuck me just as much as I fucked her.
I’d never fucked anyone like it before in my life. All the women I’d ever been with had fought me to stop me or just laid there, making me do all the work.
Her pussy spasmed and tightened on my cock, milking me again as she came hard. I groaned, unable to control myself any longer and came right along with her. I filled her little pussy to the brim, marveling as it seeped out around my cock as I slowed my movements.
We both collapsed, breathing hard.
I kissed her shoulder, taking in the purple and red bite marks the twins had left on her.
I chuckled at that. They were wild. Not wanting them to outdo me, I sank my teeth into her shoulder right next to one of their marks.
She screamed, writhing beneath me, the taste of the blood in my mouth from breaking her skin. Her feet kicked, and her ass shifted back so she was pushing my still hard cock deep inside her. I gave her a deep, rough thrust, her cries turning into a soft moan.
“Oh, you are fucking dirty, aren’t you, my pretty little daffodil?” I kissed the wound I’d left, her blood still tainting my tongue. She hadn’t bled much, but it was enough to make me ravenous and know I wasn’t going to be done with her anytime soon.
She whimpered as I rutted deeply and slowly into her body. She trembled beneath the onslaught.
I wanted to be closer to her.
I pulled out amid her soft protest and rolled her onto her back. I positioned myself between her legs again and shoved inside, relishing in the look of pure bliss on her face.
Being rough wasn’t what I wanted in that moment. I fucked her slowly, staring down at her, my throat tight.
I had no fucking idea what it was about or why I was doing it. I wasn’t this guy. But with her? In this moment? I wanted to make her want to stay.
She was different than the other women. I didn’t know how or why, just that she was.
I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She shifted her hips upward to get more of me inside her.
“You sure you want it all, little daffodil?” I grunted as I slowly fucked into her.
“Yes. Please.”
“I love when you beg me. Beg harder, baby. Make me believe you.”
“Ma-Massimo. Please. Fuck me harder. Deeper. Please. I’m begging you. I want to come for you.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, her words sending me spiraling.
I slammed into her once. Twice. Three times. She came, soaking my groin. I fucked harder. Faster. The headboard banged against the wall. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind my brothers could hear what I was doing.
I’d lost my goddamn mind.
I came again, filling her once more, before slowing my pace, my lips fused to hers.
Breathing hard, I broke away and stared down at her, taking in her tangled hair and swollen lips from my kiss.
The bruises on her body.
The marks we’d left behind.
A sense of satisfaction, of possessiveness, washed over me.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, the words slipping past my lips suddenly. I swallowed, taking in the way she looked at my proclamation.
“And when you’re mine, you get rewarded. Do you want to be rewarded, Misery?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
I knew exactly how I’d reward her too.
After I punished her, of course.
“Tell me your biggest fear,” I whispered against her soft lips.
“Drowning,” she answered in a thick voice. “I-I can’t swim.”
I kissed her again. “You need to be punished for pissing me off earlier.”
She shuddered beneath me.
“But you also needed rewarded for pleasing me tonight.” I trailed my lips along her jaw. When I got to her ear, I whispered into it. “Come. Get your punishment, my Sweet Misery, so I can teach you how to kill your father.”
She said nothing as I moved away from her and pulled my pants back on. I turned back to see her eyeing me, propped up on her elbows.
I offered her my hand. Hesitantly, she slid her palm again mine, and I brought her to her feet and back to my chair.
“Bend over my knees,” I murmured.
She hesitated for a moment before doing as instructed, her pretty bare ass facing me.
And with a sharp crack, my hand met her ass, making her squeal.
“Count them,” I grunted.
“O-One,” she choked out.
I hit her again and again, her ass blooming red with my violence. I didn’t hold back. I spanked her harder, my chest heaving with the delicious pleasure it gave me.
Each smack she counted, her tears apparent with each connection.
When we reached ten, I stopped, breathing hard.
She sobbed softly on my lap. Carefully, I gathered her to me and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Never disobey me again,” I said fiercely. “Do you understand? Promise me.”
“I promise,” she answered, sniffling.
I held her against me, rocking gently.
“You’re beautiful, Misery. Truly, you are. So fucking perfect. I want to keep you.”
“You won’t hurt me?”
I ran my fingers gently through her hair.
“Of course I’ll hurt you, but I think you’re going to like it.” I kissed the top of her head again. When she seemed calm enough, I spoke once more.
“Come, little daffodil. It’s time for your reward.”