19. Massimo
Chapter nineteen
Massimo
I knew I wouldn’t have to miss her for long as she came storming back into my office not even ten minutes later. The playful smirk replaced by a combative sneer.
“Miss me already, my love?” I muse because I just can’t help myself. She’s absolutely marvelous when her temper is spewing.
“I told you I am not moving into your bedroom,” she vehemently scolds as she stops in front of my desk. Fists shaking at her sides, and her eyes wild with fury.
“ Our bedroom, cara mia ,” I say calmly and lean back in my chair.
“You think you’re funny or something? I’m just going to move all my shit back.” The smirk on my face twitches, and she spins around to stomp out of the room.
Sighing, I wonder if I even have the energy for this when she just drained me of it only minutes ago. Aw well. I knew what I was doing, and now I must deal with the ramifications.
Peeling my jacket off and hanging it over the back of my chair, I head for the stairs. When I come to a stop in the hall between our two bedrooms, I hear her cursing and growling in rapid Italian as she leaves our bedroom with a pile of her clothing and stomps into her old bedroom.
When she storms back across the hallway and into our room again, I follow her. “You know, my love.” I loosen my tie and unbutton the top button of my dress shirt. Getting comfortable. “I’ll just have everything moved right back.” She stops outside the closet with more clothes balled up in her arms. “I think you should know by now that I don’t say anything that I don’t mean. And eventually, I do get what I want.”
She screams through her teeth and throws the pile of clothing to the floor. Plowing right through the pile, she aggressively advances on me. “We had a deal! You agreed to let me have my own room until we’re married!”
“Lower your voice, cara ,” I warn.
“No! I will not lower my voice! You don’t get to call all the shots! You don’t own me! No one does!” she screams up at me.
Something inside me cracks, and I have her jaw firmly secured in my hand. Her eyes only narrow in wrath rather than widening in fear. Her instincts kick in, and she attempts to fight me off, but maybe it would work on a weaker man. But I easily conquer her, backing her up to the bed and shoving her back.
“Massimo!” she shrieks when she bounces off the mattress. “Do not manhandle me like that!” She pushes up to a sitting position, deranged as a feral cat, claws out and ready to spill blood.
“Do not scream in my face,” I say coolly and crawl over the bed. She tries to scramble back, but I yank her down by her ankles. “I will not disrespect you like that, so I’d appreciate it if you do not disrespect me.”
“Disrespect?! What the fuck do you call this?!”
Taking her wrists, I crank them up over her head and slam them down on the pillows as my legs straddle her body. She stops resisting and glares up at me as if she’s calling my bluff. “Keep going, Alessia. You’ll only make your punishment last longer.”
“Punishment?! I didn’t do anything wrong! You’re the one who went against your word!”
“I did not go against my word,” I quip. “I told you. Things change.”
“Just because we had sex?! God, were you this clingy with all your women?”
I chuckle and reach over her to dig for the cuffs attached to the bed, buried behind the pillows. Without taking my eyes off hers, I restrain one wrist in the cuff, and her eyes finally reflect fear.
“Massimo,” she grits out, causing a crooked grin to tug at the corner of my lips. “Uncuff. Me. Right. Now.”
“I don’t think so, gattina . You’ve tried my patience, and now you must pay.” She begins thrashing and pulling on her restrained wrist. Tiny little thing is no match for me nor the steel. Easily enough, I pull her other wrist up to the second pair and click it around her wrist. “You fucking—”
“Tsk tsk.” I cluck my tongue and wag my finger in her face as she screams through her teeth and flails about. “The more you curse and yell at me, the worse it’ll be.”
“I don’t give a shit. You will uncuff me right now!”
Sighing, I lean back on my heels. “You’ll be released once your punishment is over. And however long that will be is entirely up to you.”
She begins swearing at me in Italian as I get up from the bed and go close the door. On my way back, I smile as I start peeling my clothes off. She’s screeching and fighting, and I know her wrists will be a mess after this. I almost feel bad for that. I don’t like to see her skin tainted unless it’s from me and the pleasure we make together.
“Sshhh.” I go and straddle her again, containing her flailing legs. “ Bambina. Calmati, amore mio .” Calm down, my love . Her nostrils flare as she breathes heavily out of them.
“I’m going to kill you once I—”
“Alessia. Do I need to muzzle you?” I say sternly.
Her nostrils flare again as her eyes widen in outrage. “You will not fucking muzzle me.”
“Then hush. Take your punishment like a good girl.” Her lips thin as she sneers, and I think she’d rather silence herself than me silencing her with a gag. “You are so beautiful.” I kiss her on the lips, and surprisingly, she doesn’t try to bite me. She’s learning. That’s good. “I’m sorry, but I will have to rip this dress, bella .” She’s still silently glowering. The two thin straps of her dress easily snap. Reaching under her, I find the zipper. “Are you still sore, baby?” I rasp closely to her face. Her silence makes me chuckle. “Now, we aren’t talking?” Nothing. “Very well.” She remains quiescent and docile as I remove all her clothing. “Do you have any idea how ethereal you are right now? Red with rage, at my mercy, naked.”
I nudge her legs apart to inspect her puffy little pussy. It’s still swollen, but it’s gone down severely since this morning. And what do you know? It’s glistening. “Ah, amore .” I remove my eyes from her cunt to look at her face. “You’re fucking gushing .” Her nostrils flare, and I know how much the invective inside her is raging.
Moving off the bed again to get a good look at my masterpiece, I decide to leave my pants on for now to abstain. First, she needs her punishment, then I can take my own pleasure.
Taunting her, I run my fingers down from her clavicle bone over her sensitive and raw nipples. I watch them pebble then continue down her smooth, slender legs.
“Knees up, gattina .”
Face full of defiance, she not only hikes her knees up but spreads them nice and wide unabashedly. The daring look on her beautiful face has me laughing inside. This woman…
Crawling over her, I take a nipple harshly into my mouth, making her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth. I don’t bite down, but I pull it to the back of my tongue and watch as she fights through the pain. Pinching her other nipple, I pull it, and her lips turn white as she strains them into a flat line.
I’m not necessarily trying to hurt her or even get a reaction from her. I'm just giving her a reminder of whose castle she’s in. I’ll treat her as my queen and, most of the time, as my equal, but she will learn not to disrespect me and fight me every time she may not agree with something.
I switch sides and do the same to each nipple. Her body tenses under me, and she fights back a whimper. Knowing I’ve made my point, I move down her body and cup her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. She jerks her body to try and buck me off her.
I chuckle and sit back. My fingers wrap around her tight thighs to push her knees up at her sides. Such a beautiful sight. Her pink, puffy, wet cunt. “Keep your knees up.” She obeys me as I let go. Taking one finger, I slip it through her folds to her entrance and slide it in. She’s tense and tighter than normal. “Tell me. Are you sore?” I slowly pump it in and out of her, and she only stares at me. “Tell me, gattina . Or I won’t be gentle at all.”
“Yes.” Her words come through her clenched teeth.
“Then I’ll be gentle.”
She scoffs. “Right. Do you even know how to be gentle?”
Chuckling, I continue pumping slowly with just one finger and place a kiss on her inner thigh. “I have yet to really let go, gattina .”
“And have yet to be gentle,” she retorts.
My heart thumps in my chest for some reason as I pause. “Is that what you want, Alessia? Gentle?” She’s back to silence. “No, Alessia. You don’t want gentle.” I add another finger inside her, and her eyelids grow heavy as her chest heaves. “You need me to take your power and for you to feel mine.”
Every minute of every day, she feels as if she needs to prove herself. Prove how strong, brave, and intelligent she is. Giving control over to me, she can, for once, be just a woman and not the ruthless daughter of a don.
“I hate it,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“Now, cara . Let’s not start lying to each other.” I kiss her inner thigh, then dig my teeth into it, making her grunt.
“Are you saying you’ve yet to lie to me?”
My eyebrows arch. “I may keep things from you, but I will never lie to you.” She tries scowling as I keep up a slow pace with my fingers. Her eyelids are growing heavier by the second, but she fights them. When I lean in for another kiss, the corner of my mouth brushes against her labia. The tiny moan that sounds in the back of her throat makes me smirk, but I don’t comment on it.
“What happened with you and Arianna?”
My lips hover over her cunt as my body and fingers still. I could continue evading that subject since I should not remain in question. She shouldn’t have asked me to begin with. I told her nothing happened, and that should’ve been the end of it. Then she went and accused me once again when I went away for a few days to go and look at the property in Italy for her wedding gift.
“I should not have to repeat myself, gattina . Nor should I have to ever explain myself. I’ve done nothing to earn your distrust.”
“Trust is like love, Massimo. You can’t demand it from me. It has to be earned, and it will not be easy. It’ll take time.”
“Trust can be broken. Are you saying your love can be broken as well?” She doesn’t answer as she takes short breaths. “You can choose to trust. You can’t choose to love because love is not a choice. Choose to trust me, Alessia. Until I prove you wrong.”
“Will you?”
I start moving my fingers again and kiss her little bundle of nerves with a feather-light caress. “Will I what, cara ?” I glance up at her and see the indecision on her face. She’s not even sure what she’s asking me. “If you’re asking me if I’m choosing to trust you, the answer is yes. It’s not something I’ve ever given to anyone willingly, but I’m giving it to you. If you’re asking me if I’ll break your trust, that is hard to answer. No, I will not lie to you. No, I will not ever be unfaithful or disloyal to you. But there are so many ways to lose trust in someone. It depends on how fickle your trust is. And back to the point of trust and love. I’m telling you right now, Alessia. My love is not a fickle thing. My trust, too, can be broken, but when I love, it’s something that can never be undone.” She stares down at me with this pained look on her face, and I continue to stroke her slowly. “Now, no more talking, gattina . Or I’ll put a gag in you.”