Chapter 26 #2
“Until I went to college, and I chose to study Photography instead of pursuing an Accounting degree. My mother railed at me about it. She said I’d never amount to anything, and I wouldn’t be able to take care of them in their old age if I was a poor artist. I stood by my decision, defying them for the first time in my life.
They cut me off. Financially, my stepfather paid for the rest of my college education—probably for appearances.
But they don’t speak to me anymore. I haven’t heard from them in six years. ”
Massimo’s voice is tight with anger when he says, “How could anyone reject you, dolcezza?” He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “They never deserved you.”
I release a shaky exhale, and my tears stop falling. “Thank you.”
“For what? For treating you the way you should be treated? Never thank me for that. It’s my job to take care of you. Let me.”
I nod. I’m only starting to truly understand Massimo, but deep in my bones, I know I can trust him.
He kisses my forehead again. “Good girl.”
He reaches for the necklace, retrieving it from the open box.
“Lift your hair for me.”
I follow his command without hesitation, ready to accept the sign that I’m with him.
We’re in a dangerous location, and in a little while, we’ll be surrounded by dangerous men once again.
The necklace will mark me as Massimo’s, and no one will dare to approach me.
I can quietly remain by his side while he goes about his sordid business.
I might not like that business, but I’ll be safe. Cherished.
My eyes sting again when the delicate clasp closes at my nape. This time, the emotion that surges isn’t grief; I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire for me.
Massimo doesn’t just want my body. He treasures all of me. He wants to know me, just as I want to understand him better. I crave more of this strong, gorgeous man.
I kiss the hard line of his square jaw, and my lips tingle at the light scrape of his dark stubble. I flick the shell of his ear with my tongue before running it down the length of his neck.
He sucks in a shocked breath at my boldness, but he doesn’t stop me from exploring his body, worshipping him with my mouth. I trail more soft kisses over his chest, down his abs. I sink to my knees, bracing my hands on his hips and tugging the towel free.
His thick erection juts toward the waiting heat of my mouth, and I open for him. Before I taste the bead of precum on his cockhead, his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me back.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice guttural.
He towers over me, his massive body seeming larger than ever. I’m small in his shadow, but with his firm hands on me, I feel safe, sheltered. His eyes burn with lust, and a surge of feminine power rolls through me. This strong man desires me.
“Look at me when you take my cock in your mouth. I want to watch you swallow every inch of me.”
My belly flutters, equal parts trepidation and desire. He’s big everywhere. I’m not sure if I can comply, but I want to please him.
Keeping him locked in my hungry stare, I lick his cockhead like I’m sampling the most decadent dessert.
His low groan goes straight to my head, and power floods me.
His nostrils flare, and his fingers tighten in my hair, tugging just hard enough to light up my scalp with little pinpricks of pain.
Sparks dance down my spine, reaching my heated core.
My clit pulses, and my thighs grow slick with my own desire.
I grasp his length in one hand and hum my approval, running my lips down the side of his shaft as I learn the shape of him. He bites out a low curse, fisting my hair and guiding me where he wants me.
My lips part, and I welcome him into my mouth in a slow, steady slide. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him as I swirl my tongue around him. When his cockhead reaches the back of my throat, I can’t quite manage to take him in.
He pulls back, allowing me space to breathe. “You’re doing so well, farfallina. You can take me.”
His praise and encouragement make honeyed warmth pool low in my belly. I’ll do anything to please him, anything to make him come undone for me.
I resume licking him, learning every caress that makes him hiss and groan. His cock throbs in my mouth, signaling that he’s nearing orgasm.
I pump his shaft with one hand, stimulating the length that won’t fit into my mouth. With my other hand, I cup his balls, testing the weight and shape of him. He snarls and thrusts deep, as though he can’t help himself.
He’s losing control. For me.
I open my throat and welcome him deep into my mouth, finally managing to take his full length.
He comes with a roar, releasing his hot seed into me.
I swallow every precious drop, laying claim to everything he gives me.
I take ownership of his pleasure, his body.
In this moment, this powerful, perfect man is all mine.
He thrusts his hips toward my face one final time, and his hand hits the wall for support as he releases the last of his cum with a harsh curse.
He pulls free from my mouth and reaches for me, lifting me into his arms before laying me out on the massive four poster bed. He falls onto the mattress beside me, as though his knees are giving out.
His chest heaves with heavy breaths, and he’s looking at me with awe.
He tugs at the tie on my robe, pulling it free and parting the soft fabric to reveal my body. I wear nothing but the stunning necklace. The teardrop diamond rests in the hollow between my collarbones, the subtle weight making me aware of each of my thumping heartbeats.
I’m content to simply lay with him in the aftermath of the intense connection we just shared, but he’s not finished with me.
He presses a kiss against the diamond that adorns me and marks me as his. Then his lips trail lower, worshipping my breasts just as I paid reverence to his perfect body. His tongue flicks over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. It aches, desperate for his merciful touch.
He kisses his way down my belly. Just before he reaches my clit, he pulls back slightly.
“Please!” I whine, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.
He doesn’t shift an inch in my greedy grip, and his wolfish, arrogant smile makes my core contract with fresh arousal.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He repeats the command he issued when I had my mouth on him.
I watch as he lowers his stunning face to my pussy. His eyes glimmer as he fixes me in his burning stare. He parts my swollen folds with his thumbs, exposing me completely. He hovers so close to my most intimate, vulnerable area that I feel each of his hot breaths.
“Please…” I tug at his hair, and his low chuckle is almost cruel.
“I do love when you beg, dolcezza. Are you aching for me?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He swirls his fingers through the arousal that coats my thighs. “Is this from taking my cock in your mouth? Did swallowing my cum make you this wet?”
“Yes. It’s for you,” I pant. “All for you.”
The words are like a trigger, and he buries his face between my legs.
He devours me like he’s been starving for a taste of my desire.
His low groan rumbles through my core, the vibration driving me wild.
I rock my hips against him, rubbing myself against his tongue as the pleasure builds.
My entire body coils tight, ecstasy gathering deep inside me.
“Massimo. Please, Massimo…” I whisper his name like a prayer, like an offering to my new god. He controls my pleasure and commands my full carnal attention.
My gaze never wavers from his as he feasts on me, working me into a frenzy with his clever tongue.
His teeth lightly graze my clit, the sensation so intense that it blurs the boundary between pain and pleasure.
I come apart on a scream, my entire body shaking with the power of my orgasm.
It rips through me in a tidal wave, claiming my entire being.
My legs clamp around him, and my fingers tangle in his curls as I grind against his beautiful face.
He laughs, a lust-drunk sound that sends more waves of pleasure shuddering through me. He revels in my ecstatic release, just as I found bliss in making him come undone.
He licks me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my shaking body. He presses one final kiss to my clit. I jerk with a soft cry, then go limp. My limbs feel heavy, even as my mind floats in an ecstatic high that I’ve only ever experienced with Massimo.
His powerful body enfolds mine, blanketing me in warmth. He traces the outline of the diamond with his tongue, a reverent caress. I accepted his gift, the sign that I belong with him.
And I don’t feel so much as a flicker of unease.
He didn’t give it to me in an effort to make me indebted to him.
It is a mark of his ownership, but not his control.
He will never leverage the extravagant gift to guilt or coerce me.
He adorns me because it makes him happy.
He’s pleased and proud to take care of me, to provide for me.
And some secret part of me I’m not ready to fully acknowledge glows in response to his possessiveness.