Chapter 31 Evelyn
Evelyn
Massimo doesn’t take his hands off me for the entire trip back to Mexico City. Stefano gives us privacy during the flight, and as soon as we return to the safety of his high rise, Massimo whisks me back to our suite.
Ever since he confessed his feelings of guilt this morning, he’s been quiet but intense. Being the center of Massimo’s universe is addictive, and I don’t want his shining eyes to waver from my face.
The trauma I endured last night is probably contributing to my neediness today, but I can’t bring myself to care that I’m just as fixated on him as he is on me. I need his strength, his grounding touch, to keep me from tumbling into the darkness of what I suffered.
I was a fool to try to run away from him. At the time, it seemed like my only option.
But what’s waiting for me back in Albuquerque?
A shell of a life, the remnants of a painful past and the lost future that I thought I’d spend with George.
I’m not sure of the right path to take. Committing myself to Massimo means accepting a place in his criminal underworld. I glimpsed his awful reality in Colombia, and it was horrific enough to drive me away from him.
But I don’t want to leave him. He looks at me like he needs me more than his next breath, and he promised to be better for me. He swore that he’ll be more communicative and treat me with respect.
I still need to see more proof of that through his actions, but I suspect he’ll prove it to me soon enough. Massimo always keeps his promises, and he’s a man of action. He doesn’t offer me empty words; he shows me who he is.
Even if he is capable of unspeakable violence, he’s still my dark protector.
I lean into him as we enter the bedroom, going up onto my toes to claim a deep, desperate kiss. I need to join with him, to reassure myself that we’re both alive and safe in each other’s arms.
I fumble at his shirt, roughly tugging the soft cotton up his muscular torso to reveal his powerful body. He strips it off and resumes our kiss, tearing at my clothes in his desperation to touch me. Within seconds, we’re both naked.
I sigh into his mouth, calm settling over me as his bare skin caresses mine.
“I need you,” he murmurs against my mouth, neither of us wanting to break the kiss.
“Yes,” I pant. “I want you.”
“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he confesses, nipping at my lower lip.
I gasp at the small flare of pain and tip my head back, welcoming more of his savage claim.
His low growl vibrates against my tongue, and his restraint snaps.
He steps into me, backing me up toward the bed.
When my thighs hit the mattress, he tosses me down on it and settles his weight over me.
His thumb hooks below my jaw to capture my face.
He stares down at me, his shining wolf’s eyes glinting with a feral light.
I tip my chin back in silent invitation, craving more of his fierce kisses.
Instead, his hand trails lower. His calloused fingertips brush the side of my neck, testing my racing pulse.
His palm settles over my throat, and I go utterly still.
He doesn’t apply any pressure, but the primal dominance of his hand around my neck elicits my base instincts.
My body softens, surrendering to his claim.
“This is how it will be between us.” His eyes study every nuance of my expression. “I’m in control. When we’re together like this, you submit to me. This is who I am, Evelyn. This is what I need from you.”
He’s completely subdued my body, but he’s waiting for my consent. He won’t risk scaring me away again.
I lick my lips and press my hand over his heart.
“I want you, Massimo.”
My eyes are wide and sincere on his, holding nothing back.
When he takes control of my pleasure, he frees me in a way I’ve never known before. I crave more of his perverted affections.
He gives my neck a gentle squeeze and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. The dichotomy makes me melt, and honeyed warmth rolls down my spine to pool between my legs.
“Stay,” he commands.
His will bind me in place, keeping me pinned even once he releases me.
Cool air teases my heated flesh when he steps away, and I watch his powerful body with covetous intensity as he crosses the room to the chest of drawers.
He retrieves a few items and returns to me, laying them out on the mattress beside me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders before I can puzzle out what he might be planning.
My gaze snaps to his. He tucks my hair behind my ear, searching my face for signs of reluctance.
When he finds only desire in my rapt expression, his full lips curve in a crooked, arrogant smile. My pussy contracts in response, my body reacting to his confident control.
He grasps my hand and lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips over my knuckles before pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of my wrist. Something soft encircles it. I watch with fascination as he buckles a fur-lined, black leather cuff around my wrist.
“But I want to be able to touch you,” I protest breathily.
He kisses my other wrist and cuffs it too.
“I’m in control, farfallina. I’ll let you touch me once I’m done playing with you.”
A light shiver of anticipation races over my sensitized skin, every inch of me coming alive for him. He’s warm and vital before me. Strong enough to protect me from harm.
I trust him to handle me with care. He’ll never hurt me.
I don’t struggle when he cuffs my ankles and arranges my body so that I’m spread out before him. He attaches the cuffs to the bedposts with lengths of rope, making quick work of the well-practiced knots. I’m bound for him, helpless to resist anything he wants to do to me.
And his glittering eyes promise me dark, transcendent pleasure.
His hard cock juts toward me, and I try to lift my hips in offering, a silent plea for him to finally claim me in the most intimate way.
I release a shuddering sigh when his weight settles over me again.
I test the restraints, the desire to hold him overwhelming reason.
The reminder of my complete subjugation to his will makes a fresh wash of slick arousal wet my thighs.
I’m more than ready for him, my clit pulsing with painful intensity.
“Please, Massimo.” I arch toward him, not feeling so much as a shred of shame for begging. “I need you.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod.
“The shot. We don’t have to worry about that.” I want him to come inside me, to fill me up and mark me with his cum. “I’m ready for you.”
I press myself against his hard thigh, showing him how desperately I need him.
Instead of pushing inside me, he lowers his gorgeous face to my breasts. I groan in frustration, anticipating that he’ll use his mouth on me again. Having his tongue on my clit is pure bliss, but that isn’t what I crave now.
“I need you inside me,” I pant.
He nips at my breasts, and his low chuckle is almost cruel.
“You will be weeping for me before I claim your sweet little pussy.”
“What?” I ask on a little puff of air. “But I want—”
My protest ends on a sharp cry as he bites down on my nipple.
He holds the hard bud between his teeth and flicks the tip with his tongue.
Pain and pleasure light up my entire body, and I squirm, uncertain if I’m trying to get away or arch up for more.
The dueling sensations capture my full attention, sharpening my focus until Massimo becomes the only thing that matters.
Just when I think I can’t endure any more, he releases me from his bite. I don’t have time to sigh before he repeats the same torment on my other nipple. A rough shout tears from my chest, a ragged sound I’ve never made before.
He bites me again.
No, that can’t be right. Both of my nipples ache, pinched to the point of pain. I look down at my chest in time to see him securing a silvery clamp to my peaked bud. A delicate chain connects the two clamps that capture my nipples, keeping them trapped with steady, cruel pressure.
Even as I breathe through the discomfort, hot lines of pleasure sizzle from my breasts to my pulsing clit. The pain stokes my pleasure, and my body practically vibrates in anticipation.
Surely, he’ll have mercy on me now. Surely, he’ll thrust into me and join our bodies in the most intimate way possible.
That arrogant, lazy smile tilts his sensual lips, and I revel in his control over me. He’ll claim me when he’s ready.
I don’t have to worry. I don’t have to think. All I have to do is submit, and Massimo will take care of me.
“Are you aching, dolcezza?” he taunts. “Do they hurt?”
I whimper and nod. “But they feel so good.”
I don’t want him to remove the clamps. The ruthless pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever known before, and I crave more.
He trails his fingers just below my breasts, tracing the shape of my body with reverence.
“You are so perfect, Evelyn. Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Please…”
His low laugh rolls over me like a caress. “How can I deny you, sweet girl? You’re being so good for me.”
He hooks his forefinger beneath the chain that connects the clamps and lifts it to my lips. The cool metal makes my heated nerves crackle and spark.
“Open,” he commands, and my lips part.
He slips the chain over my tongue.
“Don’t drop it, or there will be consequences,” he warns, his smile turning a touch cruel.
My skin pebbles at the threat, but desire shudders through me.
I’m drunk on his power over me, completely swept up in the painfully sweet sensations he’s inflicting on my helpless body.
This twisted game is perverted, but I can’t bring myself to care.
There’s no room in my thoughts for shame, only the desire to please him.
I want to bring him a fraction of the mind-numbing bliss he’s wringing from me.
He picks up a large wand vibrator and turns it on.
“How many times do you think you’ll come before you beg me to stop?” he muses, reveling in toying with me.