12. Evelyn
Massimo didn’t take his hands off me for the entire trip back to Mexico City. Stefano gave us privacy during the flight, and as soon as we returned to the safety of his high rise, Massimo whisked me back to our suite.
Ever since he’d confessed his feelings of guilt this morning, he’d been quiet but intense, his full focus on me. Being the center of Massimo’s universe was addictive, and I found that I didn’t want his shining silver eyes to waver from my face.
The trauma I’d endured last night might’ve contributed to my neediness today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care that I was just as fixated on him as he was on me. I needed his strength, his grounding touch, to keep me from tumbling into the darkness of what I’d suffered.
I’d been a fool to try to run away from him. At the time, it’d seemed like my only option.
But what was waiting for me back in Albuquerque?
A shell of a life, the remnants of a painful past and the lost future that I’d thought I would spend with George.
I wasn’t sure of the right path to take. Committing myself to Massimo meant accepting a place in his criminal underworld. I’d seen a glimpse of his awful reality in Colombia, and it’d been horrific enough to drive me away from him.
I didn’t want to leave him. He looked at me like he needed me more than his next breath, and he’d promised to be better for me. He’d sworn to be more communicative and to treat me with respect.
I still needed to see more proof of that through his actions, but I suspected he would prove it to me soon enough. Massimo always kept his promises, and he was a man of action. He didn’t offer me empty words; he showed me who he was.
Even if he was capable of unspeakable violence, he was still Massimo, my dark protector.
I leaned into him as we entered the bedroom, going up onto my toes to claim a deep, desperate kiss. It was the first one we’d shared since his difficult confessions this morning, and now that we were in private, I would soothe him in every way that I could.
And I needed to feel him too. I needed to join with him, to reassure myself that we were both alive and safe in each other’s arms.
My fingers fumbled at his shirt, roughly tugging the soft cotton up his muscular torso to reveal his powerful body. He stripped it off and resumed our kiss, tearing at my clothes in his desperation to touch me. Within seconds, we were both naked. I sighed into his mouth, calm settling over me as his bare skin caressed mine.
“I need you,” he murmured against my mouth, neither of us wanting to break the kiss.
“Yes,” I panted. “I want you, Massimo.”
“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he confessed, nipping at my lower lip. I gasped at the small flare of pain and tipped my head back, welcoming more of his savage claim.
His low growl vibrated against my tongue, and whatever restraint he’d possessed snapped. He stepped into me, backing me up toward the bed. When the backs of my thighs hit the mattress, he tossed me down on it and settled his weight over me. His big hand cupped my cheek, his thumb hooking below my jaw to capture my face. He stared down at me, his shining wolf’s eyes glinting with a feral light.
My lips parted, and I tipped my chin back in silent invitation, craving more of his fierce kisses.
Instead, his hand trailed lower. His calloused fingertips brushed the side of my neck, testing my racing pulse. His palm settled over my throat, and I went utterly still. He didn’t apply any pressure, but the primal dominance of his hand around my neck brought out my base instincts. My body softened, surrendering to his claim. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my sex pulsed with need.
“This is how it will be between us,” he told me, his keen eyes studying 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’d completely subdued my body, but he was waiting for my consent. He wouldn’t risk scaring me away again.
I licked my lips and pressed my hand over his heart. “I want you, Massimo.” I’d said it before, but this time, I allowed him to see the truth deep in my soul. My eyes were wide and sincere on his, holding nothing back.
When he took control of my pleasure, he freed me in a way I’d never known before. I’d found ecstasy in his ropes. I craved more of his perverted affections.
He gave my neck a gentle squeeze and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. The dichotomy made me melt, and honeyed warmth rolled down my spine to pool between my legs.
“Stay,” he commanded.
His will bound me in place, keeping me pinned even once he released me. Cool air teased my heated flesh when he stepped away, and I watched his powerful body with covetous intensity as he cross the room to the chest of drawers. He retrieved a few items and returned to me, laying them out on the mattress beside me.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered before I could puzzle out what he might be planning.
My gaze snapped to his. He tucked my hair behind my ear, searching my face for signs of reluctance.
When he found only desire in my rapt expression, his full lips curved in a crooked, arrogant smile. My sex grew slick in response, my body reacting to his confident control.
He grasped my hand and lifted it to his mouth, brushing his lips over my knuckles before pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of my wrist. Something soft encircled it. I watched with fascination as he buckled a fur-lined, black leather cuff around my wrist. He’d bound me with rope before, so I wasn’t alarmed at the prospect of restraints.
“But I want to be able to touch you,” I protested breathily.
He kissed my other wrist and cuffed 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 raced over my sensitized skin, every inch of me coming alive for him. He was warm and vital before me. Strong enough to protect me from harm.
I trusted him to handle me with care. He would never hurt me.
I didn’t struggle when he cuffed my ankles and arranged my body so that I was spread out before him. He attached the cuffs to the bedposts with lengths of rope, making quick work of the well-practiced knots. I was bound for him, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
And his glittering eyes promised me dark, transcendent pleasure.
His hard cock jutted toward me, and I tried to lift my hips in offering, a silent plea for him to finally claim me in the most intimate way.
I released a shuddering sigh when his weight settled over me again. I tugged against the restraints, the desire to hold him close overwhelming reason. The reminder of my complete subjugation to his will made a fresh wash of slick arousal wet my thighs. I was more than ready for him, my clit pulsing with painful intensity.
“Please, Massimo.” I arched toward him, not feeling so much as a shred of shame for begging. “I need you.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. “The shot. We don’t have to worry about that.” I wanted him to come inside me, to fill me up and mark me with his cum. “I’m ready for you.” I pressed my desire-slicked sex against his hard thigh, showing him how desperately I needed him.
Instead of pushing inside me, he lowered his gorgeous face to my breasts. I groaned in frustration, anticipating that he would use his mouth on me again. Having Massimo’s tongue on my clit was pure bliss, but that wasn’t what I craved.
“I need you inside me,” I panted, wishing I could tug on his glossy curls to direct him away from my sex.
He nipped at my breasts, and his low chuckle was almost cruel. “You will be weeping for me before I claim your sweet little pussy, farfallina.”
“What?” I asked on a little puff of air. “But I want?—”
My protest ended on a sharp cry as he bit down on my nipple. He held the hard bud between his teeth and flicked the tip with his tongue. Pain and pleasure lit up my entire body, and I squirmed, uncertain if I was trying to get away or arch up for more. The dueling sensations captured my full attention, sharpening my focus until Massimo became the only thing that mattered.
Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more, he released me from his bite. I didn’t have time to sigh before he repeated the same torment on my other nipple. A rough shout tore from my chest, a purely primal sound I’d never made before.
He bit me again.
No, that couldn’t be right. Both of my nipples were aching, pinched to the point of pain. I looked down at my chest in time to see him securing a silvery clamp to my peaked bud. A delicate chain connected the two clamps that’d captured my nipples, keeping them trapped with steady, cruel pressure. Even as I breathed through the discomfort, hot lines of pleasure sizzled from my breasts to my pulsing clit. The pain stoked my pleasure, my body practically vibrating in anticipation.
Surely, he would have mercy on me now. Surely, he would thrust into me and join our bodies in the most intimate way possible.
That arrogant, lazy smile tilted his sensual lips, and I reveled in his control over me. He would claim me when he was ready. I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t have to think. All I had to do was submit, and Massimo would take care of me.
“Are you aching, dolcezza?” he taunted. “Do they hurt?”
I whimpered and nodded. “But they feel so good.” I didn’t want him to remove the clamps. The ruthless pleasure was like nothing I’d ever known before, and I craved more.
He trailed 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,” I panted. “Please…”
His low laugh rolled over me like a caress. “How can I deny you, sweet girl? You’re being so good for me.”
He hooked his forefinger beneath the chain that connected the clamps and lifted it to my lips. The cool metal made my heated nerves crackle and spark.
“Open,” he commanded, and my lips parted.
He slipped the chain over my tongue.
“Don’t drop it, or there will be consequences,” he warned, his smile turning a touch cruel.
My skin pebbled at the threat, but desire shuddered through me. I was drunk on his power over me, completely swept up in the painfully sweet sensations he was inflicting on my helpless body. This twisted game was perverted, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. There was no room in my thoughts for shame, only the desire to please him. I wanted to bring him a fraction of the mind-numbing bliss he was wringing from me.
He picked up a large wand vibrator and turned it on. “How many times do you think you’ll come before you beg me to stop?” he mused, reveling in toying with me.
He placed the rounded head directly over my clit. Pleasure jolted through my body, and I jerked, causing the chain in my mouth to tug at the clamps. My nipples sparked with pain, and my core contracted. I whimpered and tried my best to stay still so that I wouldn’t torment my own breasts.
His low, lust-drunk laugh rolled over me, blanketing me in a fresh layer of pleasure. He was attaining his own satisfaction through my complete submission to his will. I would give him everything he desired.
I met his silver gaze, allowing him to see my devotion, how desperately I wanted to please him. I wanted this strong, beautiful man to worship me the way I revered him.
His features softened with something like awe, the cocky smile dropping away. “Bellissima.”
He flicked a button, and the vibrations increased in intensity. I came apart on a scream, the orgasm ripping through me in a shockwave. My head tipped back, making my nipples ache. The pain only heightened my release, sending me flying. My entire body shook with the force of my ecstasy, and he kept the vibrator firmly on my clit as I rode out the excruciating pleasure.
My sex became sensitive, and the final aftershocks faded. My clit stung, so I tried to edge away.
There was nowhere to go. The restraints held me in place, stretched out for him like an offering to a cruel, hungry god.
“We’ve only just started, dolcezza. Don’t tell me you’re ready to stop?”
I whined in response, unable to speak clearly with the chain in my mouth. I didn’t dare drop it. Not because I feared consequences, but because I wanted to endure this for him. I would suffer in ecstasy if that was what he needed from me.
“Good girl,” he praised, gripping my inner thigh to pin me even more securely. The vibrator ground against my clit, applying ruthless pressure. “You can take so much more for me. I want another orgasm.”
The stinging sensation in my clit blossomed into fresh pleasure. My inner walls contracted, aching to be filled. I craved for his thick cock to fill me, but he wasn’t nearly done tormenting me.
As I peaked again, his fingers dug into my soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. The bite of possessive pain turned my harsh cry into a shriek, and I tugged on the clamps again. This time, I wasn’t entirely sure if it was an accident. I was becoming as addicted to the sweet pain as I was to the pleasure. The dizzying mix of both made me weightless, and my mind began to float. All that tethered me to reality were his silver eyes and his firm hand on my thigh.
“Again,” he rasped, increasing the vibration impossibly higher.
My eyes burned as the stinging discomfort overtook the ebbing ecstasy. Then the pleasure crested again, crashing through me. I didn’t know where the torment began and bliss ended.
I was making savage, animal noises, babbling wordlessly around the chain in my mouth. Was I pleading for release? Or for more sweet torture?
When the first tears spilled down my cheeks, he turned off the vibrator. I released a sigh that hitched like a sob. My sex was swollen and aching, but still, I wanted him.
Diamonds glittered, catching the light and casting rainbows. The necklace draped over my collarbones, the slight weight of the gems comforting. He clasped it at my nape and fixed me in his fierce predator’s stare.
“I’m the only one who takes this off from now on.”
It hadn’t been a question, but I nodded my agreement. I’d scared him when I’d tried to run away. He needed to know that I was safe, wearing the sign of his protection. No one else would dare to touch me. Only Massimo.
He turned his attention to the rope that bound me to the bed, quickly freeing the knots. As soon as I could move, I wrapped myself around him, clinging on tight. His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue flicking the chain between my lips. I opened for him on a low moan, loving the slight tug on my nipples with each lash of his tongue against mine.
His hard cock lined up with my slick opening. I was wet and ready for him, but he still handled me with aching care as he pressed into me for the first time. He was huge, but he’d prepared my body to be able to take him. I flowered open for him, and he entered me in a slow slide. I rocked my hips against him, urging him to take me, to stake his claim.
His tongue looped beneath the chain, lifting it from my mouth to his. Keeping it caught between his teeth, he leaned back until the clamps pulled at my nipples. I arched my back to alleviate the pain, but he showed no mercy. My inner walls clenched around him, a lustful response. I wasn’t sure if he’d conditioned my body to respond to pain with pleasure, or if I’d always been like this, but I was too lost in him to consider it.
He thrust into me, hard and deep. I screamed his name, and my fingernails scored his back. He released a savage growl and increased the tension on the chain as he drove into me in a steady, ruthless rhythm. My body rocked with each harsh stroke, my breasts bouncing and tormenting my trapped nipples.
“Please…” I whimpered. My entire system was overloaded, and I feared I’d shatter entirely if he didn’t relent.
The tension on the chain eased, and he slowly lowered it to rest on my chest.
“This will hurt, farfallina,” he warned. “But I’ll make you feel good.”
He removed one of the clamps, and I cried out at the shock of pain as blood rushed back to my abused nipple. He immediately soothed me with his tongue, a wickedly decadent sensation that made my eyes roll back in my head. He removed the second clamp and licked me until I shuddered with pleasure.
“One more, dolcezza,” he coaxed, nuzzling my hair. “I want one more.”
I was floating, my body too spent for another orgasm. My hands curved around his broad shoulders, and my legs locked around his hips.
“Take me.” I barely recognized my lust-slurred voice. “I’m yours, Massimo.”
His control finally snapped. He thrust into me, claiming me like a man possessed. With each deep stroke, his cockhead dragged across my g-spot. Impossibly, pleasure built again, starting like rumbling thunder gathering at my core.
“That’s it,” he hissed as I clamped down on him. “Come for me, Evelyn.”
My orgasm rolled through me, a slow, warm wave of bliss. He kissed the tears that wet my cheeks, tasting them with his tongue.
He murmured to me in a low stream of Italian. I couldn’t understand the words, but I felt the warmth of his praise.
As the last shudders of my orgasm faded, he came undone on a snarl, releasing his seed inside me. Heat lashed at me, branding me as his.
With his cock deep inside me and his diamonds encircling my neck, there was no doubt in my mind: I belonged to Massimo.