9. Margot
Chapter 9
Margot
M y eyes are wide, my chest rising and falling with every labored breath I pull in as I stare at Massimo towering over me. There’s a charged energy crashing between us, and robbing any coherent thought from my mind. We’re watching and waiting for the other to make a move and show their hand.
Massimo reaches for his belt buckle, his brown eyes stormy and unreadable as he uses one hand to undo it, the other fisted by his side. Is he going to use that on me? A thread of anticipation runs through me, robbing the air from my lungs. Would I like it?
I should tell him my secret .
The voice is quiet, barely audible over the rushing in my ears.
I should really tell him .
My lips part, my truth on the tip of my tongue before I snap my mouth closed as Massimo says, “You’re sorely mistaken if you think that we will be spending our marriage sleeping in separate rooms.” He whips his belt through the loops of his trousers with such force that it cracks against the air before he drops it to the floor.
I’m transfixed, unable to rip my gaze away from his hands as they work on unzipping his pants and he closes the distance between us. “You are my wife .” The way he says it, with such command, such possessiveness, it sends a thrill of need down my spine. “You will sleep in our bed. You will submit to me , Margot. Everything you do will be done to please me and you won’t say a goddamn word about it.”
I squeeze my legs together, anger, defiance, and arousal fighting for supremacy inside of me. “If you wanted that, you should have married someone?—”
The air leaves me when Massimo wraps a hand around my ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed much like he did earlier. Except this time, with his pants undone and his intention clear, there’s no denying what is going to happen.
He holds my legs to his chest and a sudden wave of nervousness washes over me. It ebbs when he smooths his warm hands over my thighs, the caress at odds with his words and brutal actions. Our eyes are still locked, his searching mine… for what, I don’t know.
I should tell him .
Massimo fists my panties, snapping me out of whatever trance I was in. What the hell does he think he’s doing? I grip his wrist in an effort to get him to release me.
“Get your hands off me,” I spit, the anger in my heart colliding with the arousal fluttering in my stomach.
He smirks, his eyes darkening even as I dig my nails into his skin. With a practiced precision, he twists the material until it digs painfully into my flesh and snaps. I grimace, my eyes flooding with hot tears brought on by the pain. He doesn’t bother to hide his arrogance; it’s written in the smirk pulling at his full lips as he holds up the torn material, the fabric darkened from the dampness of my arousal.
Releasing him, I grip the sheets on either side of me and blow out a breath. I stare at the ceiling, refusing to look at him as unease rushes through me. Every instinct in me is screaming at me to push him away, to tell him no, but my body betrays me, falling limp and unmoving under his touch.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His voice is a low and dangerous growl, but I don’t comply.
I can’t .
I can’t show him my truth. If he see’s how much I want him, he wins, and I’d rather die than face that truth. So I internalize it all, barely aware of Massimo’s movements. I feel him shift my legs to hang over his forearms. I feel the pain shooting through my body as he lines up with my entrance and presses forward. I feel the way my body wants to welcome him inside.
My features pinch, and I turn my head to the side, a tear falling from the corner of my eye and onto the sheet, the pain like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Massimo slams into me past the resistance of my virginity without hesitation. My back arches from the bed, my body tensing, and I cry out as all the air leaves my lungs at the unfamiliar intrusion. Under the veil of pain, nerve endings in my body I didn’t know were there, spark to life. He holds still, the pads of his thumbs soothing the skin on my hips, but I don’t seek him out. I’m not ready to let him take that final part of me. To see how he’s so in control of my body that I crave his touch. He can’t have me.
My chest rises and falls as I breathe around the burning sensation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Is he bigger than other guys? Would this have hurt as much if I’d lost my virginity to Ethan? My chest constricts at the reminder of him. It wouldn’t have, because he’d have known what he was taking from me. He’d have cherished it like a gift .
“ Fuck me , please tell me you weren’t a virgin?” Massimo grits out.
Running a hand down my face, I wipe away the evidence of my pain. Schooling my features into a mask of indifference, as if I don’t have my husband's cock—the only one I’ve ever experienced—buried inside of me, I finally look at him. “I think that’s a pretty redundant question, given the fact that I am most definitely not anymore.” Forcing my body to relax, I hold his stare and tilt my head as I ask, “Are you going to move or are we done?”
A muscle ticks in Massimo’s jaw. He pulls back, and I brace myself, waiting for the pain to flare up. But what comes is nothing like the initial pain. There’s a burn, but it’s numbed by my arousal and a sense of loss as his cock leaves me. He drops my legs to the bed, stepping back with his clothes in disarray.
Of their own volition, my eyes dart down to Massimo’s dick. It’s hard and impossibly big with my blood covering it. The sight is something to behold. He lifts a hand, wrapping it around himself, and I watch, unable to tear my gaze away as he strokes himself from the base to the tip, using my blood and wetness as lubricant.
Sensing him watching me, I shift my focus to his face momentarily. His lips are slightly parted, and where I expect to see him mocking me, there’s nothing but arousal swirling in his eyes. Still, heat fills my cheeks and I look away, staring at the moon sitting high in the sky beyond the window until his words draw my attention back to him.
“Did you see something you like?” he asks, lifting the hem of his top to reveal his defined abs.
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. It’s hard to come off as unfazed with my most intimate part on display for him. And yet, I don’t want to give him any satisfaction in thinking that I want him. “Not really.” I shrug. “Besides, I’ve seen better.”
He cocks a brow, stepping closer to grip the front of my T-shirt and force me up from the bed. “Yeah?” he snarls. “And who might that be? Because last time I checked, my cock is covered in your virgin blood.”
There's a warning in his tone but apparently, I’m a fool and don’t heed it. “Ethan, for one. And last time I checked, dear husband , just because I’ve not felt a cock in my pussy doesn’t mean I haven’t had one in my mouth or ass.”
I haven’t done the latter, but he doesn’t need to know that .
I’ve tried things other than sex with Ethan, and I’ve had plenty of orgasms—mostly by my own hands.
A fire burns in his gaze, but I don't back down. No . I step into the flames, willing them to consume me. Massimo releases the cotton of my top, but I don’t fall back, instead, I engage my core to stay upright.
We’re inches apart as he lifts his hand and wraps it around my neck, applying a light pressure. He dips his head, his breath ghosting over my face as he pushes his forehead against mine. “Say it again, sweetheart.”
Pressing forward until he must feel the pain that I do, I grit out, enunciating each word, “Ethan. For. One.”
Massimo moves so quickly that I don’t have time to think, let alone protest. He flips me over onto my stomach. The hand that was around my neck now pins me to the bed as he presses his lower body flush against mine, my ass exposed where my top has ridden up. The cotton of his trousers is smooth against my thighs but what draws my attention is the hot hardness of his still exposed cock that rests between my cheeks.
I don’t know what he has planned and he doesn’t give me any warning before his hand makes contact with my ass cheek. The sound echoes around the room colliding with my muffled cry. A sharp sting fills the flesh where he hit me but what surprises me is the rush of arousal that floods my core.
“Say. It. Again,” Massimo growls.
I don’t say a word, my shock rendering me speechless. What is happening? Out of the corner of my eye, I see Massimo draw his hand back. My body tenses, waiting for the contact but it doesn’t come.
“That's what I thought,” he snarls, dropping his hand.
Without another word, he lifts my hips, holding me steady as he pushes forward until he’s filling me. My cries are muffled by the sheets beneath me. The pain is more bearable this time, dulled by an arousing ache as I stretch around him and my body accommodates his. I bite back the whimper of need that makes its way up my throat.
When he’s fully seated inside of me, Massimo fists the material of my top again, pulling it back toward him and applying pressure to my neck with it. He shifts his hips back before driving forward, and a strangled moan slips free from my lips. It’s half pleasure, half pain, my body pulsating around him, desperate for more.
“That will be the last time you speak his name in my house, Margot,” Massimo spits, keeping his pace slow and deliberate as he fucks me.
My fingers grip the sheets, and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning and showing him how in control of my body he is.
Breathlessly, as if he’s as close to the edge as I am, Massimo demands, “Understood?”
I don’t respond, my thoughts unable to process anything but the feel of him and the energy racing through my body. Why does it feel so good and yet wrong at the same time? It shouldn’t be him making me feel like this, it should be?—
Massimo slaps my ass cheek as if he could sense where my thoughts had gone. “Never again, Margot,” he grates through gritted teeth, as he picks up the pace and pounds into me with jerky movements.
Suddenly, he’s gone and I’m left feeling empty. I fall forward as he releases his hold on me, my chest heaving as I suck in air.
He flips me onto my back and pulls me to the edge of the bed. With my legs once again over his forearms, he swipes his cock through my wet, aching pussy.
“You know how good this is, you can feel it. Hell, I felt it in the way your pussy spasmed around my cock when I slid inside you for the first time. If you want more, tell me you understand.”
I bite down on my cheek, the pain a much needed distraction from the torture he’s putting my body through. “No,” I utter even as I writhe on the bed.
Massimo cocks a brow. “Then you leave me no choice,” he drawls lazily, rubbing his thumb over my clit.
My back arches off the bed at the same time as my hips desperately buck, chasing a release. “No,” I breathe, any conviction in my tone long gone.
“Your mouth is saying one thing but your body is saying something entirely different, Margot.”
Aligning himself with my entrance, Massimo pushes forward in one smooth movement and my walls clench around him, pulling him in deeper. I can’t contain the gasp of delight that rushes from my lips as he fills me. I wait for him to bring my body to nirvana, but he doesn’t move.
“Massimo,” I urge, the neediness foreign to my ears.
His fingers dig painfully into my thighs. “Tell. Me,” he utters.
“I won’t say his name.” Desperation coats my words, and as soon as they are free from my lips, I regret them.
But that doesn’t stop him. With my confirmation, he moves, sliding in and out of me with an exercised rhythm that stokes the embers inside of me. When he rubs his thumb over my clit, the flames are burning so hot that I’m certain he must feel my heat.
Before I know it, I’m arching my back and a wave of euphoria is crashing into me. Black dots appear on my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm plows into me. My body convulses around Massimo, pulsating around his cock as I come undone.
I’m vaguely aware of him pulling out and spilling his cum onto my stomach. I feel him rubbing something through the mess, but I can’t look. “’Til death do us part, Margot, and don’t fucking forget it.”
Reality crashes down on me and the truth of what just happened hits me. I should never have allowed this . The high of my orgasm vanishes, replaced by a crushing wave of guilt that makes my chest ache.
This wasn’t just a mistake; it was a betrayal of everything I shared with Ethan.
Even though he has never made me feel the way Massimo just did.
It doesn’t matter. Ethan has my heart, not Massimo. Ethan gave me my first orgasm and he was supposed to give me every one after.
Silently, I vow to myself that I won’t let Massimo touch me again. I’ll do everything in my power to keep him away. But even as my resolve sets in, there’s a sliver of doubt coiling inside of me.
What if I’m not strong enough?