Chapter 39
Evelyn
Ilean into Massimo with a happy sigh, content despite the fact that I’m entering the unknown.
“We’re home,” he announces when the car stops in front of a gorgeous, muted yellow building with white balconies.
Luxury shops line the street on the ground floor, but the five stories above are obviously apartments.
Pedestrians stroll along the sidewalk, skirting around diners seated at an outdoor café on the corner.
This is my life now, my future. And I’ll share it with him.
It’s so much more beautiful and romantic than the mundane future I imagined back in Albuquerque. That life had been one of duty and desperation to please a man who would never be satisfied with me.
Massimo promises me affection, stability, and the opportunity to explore my art. Already, my fingers itch for the camera he gifted me, eager to capture images of my new home.
He opens the door of the SUV and helps me step out onto the sidewalk.
His arm closes around my waist, and he guides me to the intricately carved wooden double doors.
He waves a key fob in front of a security pad, and a lock disengages.
He enters with a smooth turn of the large brass knob that decorates the door, welcoming me inside with him.
We cross a cavernous foyer to a black cage elevator that looks old enough to give me pause. But despite its aged appearance, the elevator glides upward without rattling, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. His arm firms around me in reassurance, and I rest my head on his shoulder as we ascend.
When we reach the top floor, he unlocks the apartment door, picks me up, and carries me over the threshold. A delighted giggle bursts from my chest as he spins me in a circle, giving me a dizzying first look at the opulent space.
Cream colored walls with intricate crown molding are decorated with abstract paintings in bold, bright pops of color. We’re in a short entrance hall, but he quickly walks deeper into the apartment, eager to show me more.
Sunlight peeks through heavy, rich yellow drapes that cover the enormous windows that line one side of the living room.
A glimpse through a doorway on our left shows a hint of a thoroughly modern kitchen, and to my right, I note a large dining room.
All of the furniture appears to be a blend of cushy comfort but with antique accents: dark carved wood and cream damask upholstery.
He sets me down on my feet, but he doesn’t break contact, taking my hand in his to lead me toward one of the massive windows.
He pulls the drapes back, revealing a glass door that opens out onto a small balcony with a white-painted wooden rail. Delicate garden furniture crafted in wrought iron provides intimate seating around a small dining table.
My breath catches at the view out to the azure sea.
The harbor is dotted with sailboats and a handful of yachts, bright spots of white on the gently rolling waves.
The coastline curves, showcasing pastel buildings that trail off into the distance.
Miles away, Mount Vesuvius dominates the skyline, deep blue peaks a few shades darker than the sea at the horizon.
Massimo’s hands bracket my waist from behind, and his lips tease the shell of my ear. “Do you like it?”
I turn to him, my eyes stinging with the depth of my emotion. “It’s perfect. More beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.”
I look deep into his shining eyes, my words encompassing so much more than the stunning scenery and opulent apartment.
He caresses my cheek. “You deserve so much more. It’s only one bedroom, so we’ll buy somewhere bigger soon. I’ll show you around Naples, and we’ll find the perfect home for us. This should be comfortable enough for now.”
“I love it,” I say with the weight of a promise. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Massimo.”
He crushes his lips to mine and claims me with savagery that borders on desperation. I soften in his arms, welcoming his harsh claim.
He doesn’t break the kiss as he backs me up into the apartment, guiding me into the bedroom.
His hands fist in my cotton dress, tearing at the lightweight material in his frenzy to strip me bare for him. His feverish intensity captures me, too, and I fumble at the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He jerks it off, the last two buttons popping free and pinging across the floor.
I reach for his belt, but he pulls back, kissing his way down my sternum and bare belly. He catches my pink lace panties between his teeth, and the delicate underwear rip. A rush of heat wets my lower lips, my body primed for him.
He licks me with one long swipe of his tongue, ending with a flick over my clit. Stars burst across my vision, and I arch into him with a sharp cry. His fingers sink into my thighs, pinning me exactly where he wants me.
We haven’t been together sexually since I was shot; he’s been careful with me and completely devoted to my recovery.
Now that I’m fully healed, he tosses me onto the bed and begins to feast on my pussy like he’s been starving for me.
He relentlessly toys with my clit while he works two thick fingers into my tight channel.
Ecstasy crashes through me in a sudden shockwave, and he growls against me as he tastes my orgasm.
I squirm away from the overwhelming sensation on my sensitive bud, but he presses his palm down on my stomach, trapping me. My fingers twine in his dark curls, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer for more erotic torment.
He expertly finds my g-spot and forces another orgasm from me. My legs shake, so I wrap them around his shoulders to steady myself. He anchors me to reality: my rock in the storm of ruthless pleasure.
He withdraws his fingers, tracing the line of my swollen folds before exploring farther back. I jolt when he brushes over my asshole.
“Massimo!” His name is half-protest, half-plea.
Forbidden pleasure shudders through me at the light stimulation. No one has ever touched me like this before. It’s wrong, perverse.
“This tight little hole belongs to me,” he growls, the possessive words vibrating over my pulsing clit. “Your beautiful body is all mine. One day, I’ll fuck your gorgeous ass. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I can’t,” I pant, my entire body heating with embarrassment and dark desire. “Massimo, please…”
“You can,” he commands, sliding one desire-slicked finger past my tight ring of muscles. “You will. You will give me everything, Evelyn. All of you. You’re mine.”
I clamp down on his invading finger, struggling to resist the penetration. My cheeks flame, and my thighs quake. He licks the fresh wash of my wanton desire from my throbbing pussy and hums his approval.
“Good girl. You love being mine, don’t you? You’ll do anything for me.”
The last isn’t a question; it’s the absolute truth. I will give this man anything he asks of me.
And I trust him to make me feel good. He gives me transcendent ecstasy, and there’s no room for shame or shyness between us.
I take a breath and relax, allowing his finger to slide deeper.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You’re being so good for me, farfallina. My brave girl.”
His praise is a trigger, and my orgasm crests before his tongue touches my pussy again. The bliss elicited by his approval sends me flying high, and my inner muscles contract with only his finger stimulating me.
His teeth graze my clit, and I scream his name, my back bowing with the force of my orgasm.
When I’m trembling and utterly spent, he presses one final kiss to my inner thigh and pulls away. He towers over me, his eyes shining like a wolf who’s just cornered his prey.
I stare up at him, panting and slightly dizzy from the relentless pleasure. His sensual lips curve in a wicked smirk, a dark expression of masculine arrogance and satisfaction.
He grasps my hips and abruptly flips me over.
One arm hooks around me, pulling me up onto my knees while his other hand applies pressure to my shoulders.
He positions me so that my back arches, and my ass is offered up to him.
His long fingers encircle my neck from behind, pressing my cheek into the pillow.
The dominant squeeze on my nape makes me soften instinctively, and I submit to his will with a long, contented sigh.
I let go of all my worries and insecurities.
An invisible weight lifts from me, and I feel light enough to float away.
Only his hand on my neck keeps me tethered to reality, and my full focus centers on him.
“Stay,” he commands.
A sharp, shocking slap resounds through the bedroom, and stinging heat blooms on my bottom.
The spanking isn’t necessary to earn my submission, but the dominant act makes me sink deeper into the power he holds over me. The strength of his will supports me, his control setting me free. The heat from the light blow sinks into my flesh, reaching my aching core.
I’ve already lost track of my orgasms, but I need him inside me. I need to feel him filling me up until he brands me with his cum.
I hear a drawer opening, but I keep my face meekly pressed against the pillow, remaining exactly where he commanded me to stay. My panting breaths turn deep and even as I fully relax into his control.
Something cold and slick drops onto my exposed asshole, and I yelp in shock. His arm around my waist anchors me in place, reassuring me even as he traps me.
“I’m going to plug your ass,” he tells me. “We’ll start training you so that you can take my cock one day.”
He strokes my bottom, his fingers trailing over the spot where he spanked me. My sensitive skin tingles, and a shiver races through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Relax and trust me.”
I nod. I trust him with my life, my heart, and my soul.
“I’m yours,” I murmur, the promise breathy with lustful devotion.
The tip of the plug presses against my tight hole. I take a deep breath and release all of my lingering tension on a long exhale, allowing him to penetrate me with the toy. He gently pumps it into me, the slow thrusts lighting up sensitive pleasure centers I’ve never known I possess.
My breaths come quicker, elevated with desire and a hint of strain as I struggle to accept the strange intrusion. He shushes me gently and circles my clit with his free hand. Pleasure washes through me in a warm wave, and the plug slides deeper inside me.
A light burning sensation edges into my pleasure, and I turn my face into the pillow with a soft whine.
“You can take it,” he promises. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Almost there.”
The widest part of the plug slips into me, and my tight ring of muscles closes around the narrower base. I feel almost unbearably full, stretched in a way that’s utterly foreign and slightly uncomfortable. He continues toying with my clit, and the discomfort morphs into dark pleasure.
“Are you ready for me, dolcezza?”
He strokes my aching folds, and my core clenches.
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling small and vulnerable. “I need you.”
“You have me. All of me.”
He drops a sweet kiss on my heated cheek and then quickly finishes stripping, baring his stunning body.
I watch him hungrily as he undresses for me, taking in his muscular arms and the way his abs ripple.
His powerful thighs flex as he climbs onto the bed with me, positioning himself behind me.
I struggle to keep him in my line of sight, but he soothes me with a long stroke of his calloused palm down my spine.
He taps on the base of the plug, and I release a sharp cry at the ripples of pleasure that pulse through me.
His low laugh rumbles over me, his arrogant pleasure intoxicating. He’s claiming every inch of my body, and I’m still greedy for more.
“Please…” I lift my ass in offering.
“I do love when you beg. How can I deny you?”
His hard cock lines up with my slick opening, and he penetrates me in a slow slide. The rush of dark ecstasy is almost vicious, clawing through me and shredding my rational thoughts.
I moan and rock back against him, and he curses as he enters me to the hilt. He grips my hips, his fingers flexing into my soft flesh as he holds us both still. His cock jerks inside me, and he releases an animal growl of his own, clinging to his control.
“You’re so tight,” he hisses, running a reverent hand down my back. “So perfect. And all mine.”
I groan my agreement, beyond words. He slowly pulls back, his cockhead dragging over my g-spot. I let out a high whine and grasp at the sheets.
He thrusts back inside me, his hips pressing the plug deeper into my ass. I release a guttural shout and writhe as relentless ecstasy courses through me. His fingers bite into my hips, and he starts fucking me, hard and fast.
With each feral thrust, he sends me flying higher. I’m not sure when my orgasm starts, but it continues to build, ripping through my body with merciless force. Blissful tears wet my cheek, and he leans over me to kiss them, tasting the flavor of my complete subjugation.
My utter surrender triggers his release, and he comes undone on a snarl. He pumps into me, forcing the last ripples of helpless pleasure from my pulsing core. His hot seed lashes me, marking me as his.
As he gently pulls out of me and cradles my spent body, he strokes my sweat-slicked skin.
Low words of praise rumble over me in a steady stream of Italian.
I’ve started to learn the language, but I don’t take the time to puzzle out the meaning.
I close my eyes and drift, basking in the complete perfection of belonging to Massimo.