31. Alessia
Chapter thirty-one
Alessia
I have spent my entire life trying to subdue my crazy side, thinking no one on this planet could harness it, but that man really did exist. And his name is Massimo De Luca. Don of the De Lucas and king of my soul.
He doesn’t ever try to domesticate me or kill my temper. He urges me to harness it, and at times, he likes to feed off it to unleash the beast inside of him.
Like right now, he has both of my wrists bound behind my back in one of his powerful hands, and his face is buried between my thighs from behind. The noise from the club in the background drowns out my cries as I’m bent over the suede couch.
My knees wobble as he indulges. The crude way he slurps and savors me…he surely knows how to eat a pussy.
His arm hooks around my waist when I almost collapse from the orgasm that smacks into me without much warning. I go limp against the couch with my ass in the air. He releases my wrists, and I hear him chuckle when I don’t move.
My eyes flutter when he coaxes me into his lap to sink down on his cock. The very breath in my lungs still when I’m fully seated and filled with him. He gazes up at me with tension in his jaw and I can smell myself on him.
Rising up on my knees, I begin to ride him. I ride him until I wilt against him from our simultaneous orgasms. My head rests on his broad shoulder as I try to catch my breath.
“ Now , we can go home, cara mia ,” he murmurs into my ear.
I’m spent when we slip into the back of the SUV, and Massimo keeps me in his lap. His light caresses keep me sedated as he pets me like a kitten. “ Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno .” I could look at you all day .
“Mmm.” I rest my head on him. I feel wetness sticking between my thighs and leaking out of me. “I might be leaving a wet spot on you in a moment here.”
Pressing his lips to my forehead, his hand begins sliding up my thigh from knee until it stops at the peak. His calloused thumb rubs through the wetness in circles. Then he dips behind the delicate fabric, and I take in a sharp breath when he rubs me.
“How do you do this to me?” I whisper as I look up at him through hooded eyes.
Everything grows fuzzy as he continues to circle my clit, and he kisses me lightly on the lips. “Do what, gattina ?”
“Make me like this. Defenseless.” I pant. “Unguarded.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he rasps as his lips tease mine. “Giving up control momentarily.”
“I don’t like giving up control.”
“But you do with me.”
“I trust you with it.”
Handing over control to Massimo is freeing and liberating, like taking a break and letting him pull my strings. I never realized how exhausting it was to be me until I didn’t have to be, suddenly finding it easier to breathe.
Massimo enhances my life in countless ways. He might enjoy dominating me, but he never makes me feel inferior to him.
He’s the king of the castle, but he knows that a powerful queen only amplifies his sovereignty.