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“Um,” he started feeling apprehensive about what he intended to say. “I just wanted to ask about her sister.”

“Her sister? For what?” Massimo was curious.

“Just curious,” Giuseppe explained.

Why though? Massimo thought. She had been a passing acquaintance who happened to move in the same financial circle but nothing more.

Giuseppe started to feel uneasy with the conversation.

“That’s enough conversation for one day. Let me let you get your rest.”

Giuseppe didn’t wait for Massimo to respond. He got up and quickly exited his brother’s room, feeling regretful as he left. Isotta was not an option. Giuseppe would have to find another way to get to her sister.

Chapter Nineteen

Isotta fought with herself about her own thoughts, those that seemed to plague her lately as they stood in direct opposition to what she thought she felt or should feel. Massimo had been so mean to her, so dismissive of her. Isotta even battled with the thought she was currently having, and then she had to accept at least part of it. Massimo treated her like a traditional man and wife. She had to agree to it. She’d agreed to it by accepting his hand in marriage, by not fighting against the traditional way of doing business as her sister had. Massimo humiliated her, forced himself on her, taking what he wanted regardless of what she wanted. He damn near raped her.

Isotta shook her head at her own self. She’d become emboldened over time, quite to her own surprise but also to her own dismay. Why hadn’t she fought against Massimo’s advances even though he was entitled to them, especially according to tradition? Isotta felt growing pressure behind her eyes, and she fought against it. She didn’t want to acknowledge it, the opposite feelings she had for Massimo. There was a part of her that liked him, even loved him. Just the thought of loving him was upsetting to Isotta, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Before she could swipe the first tear away, and then one fell, and then the tears fell in quick succession. Isotta cried in the quandary she was in. She wasn’t completely sure how she found herself there, but she was there.

Isotta was there, and she allowed herself to be fully immersed in the man she married. Isotta allowed her mind to wander into an inner safe space that she protected. Yet even in her fantasy, Isotta became powerful in her prowess.

“Massimo,” Isotta commanded, the edge in her voice striking a powerful, soulful chord in Massimo’s soul. He had no choice but to sit in his seat. Isotta told him to. He was willing to oblige. Isotta trailed a single finger down her center until that finger reached the top of her lace panties. She watched as Massimo’s eyes followed her every move. She lowered her second hand. Isotta used two fingers to push the lace from her hips, bending slightly until she could step out of the one thing that kept Massimo from her fullness. He could feel his desire for Isotta reaching new heights, his manhood thumping in response. He wanted to reach for her again, to compel Isotta to come to him, but that’s not what she had in mind.

Slowly, seductively, Isotta made her way to Massimo. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The body he’d always loved was sultrier than it had ever been. Isotta placed her hands on Massimo’s strong shoulders, and when she leaned over to kiss him hungrily on his awaiting lips, Massimo had to keep himself from taking her then. But he did, barely. Isotta spun on her heels, turning her back to him. Without words, Massimo knew just what to do. Reaching up, he unhooked the hooks on her bra and then peeled the straps from her shoulders. She purred when Massimo touched her shoulders. Massimo felt the vibration of her vocalization through his core. When Isotta turned around to face him again, the fullness of her breasts was all he could see, all he could focus on. He wanted to touch them so badly, but again, Isotta forbade him.

“Not yet.”

Massimo loved the enticement, but he wanted to love Isotta even more. She reached for his shirt collar with both hands, and Massimo willingly complied until he stood face-to-face with Isotta. They were so close he could feel Isotta’s exhale and anticipate her inhale, and she could do the same with him. Isotta’s hands remained on Massimo’s collar. She slid both of them down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning the first and then the second until his shirt could be released from his athletic form. The depth of Massimo’s breath increased as he felt the titillation of Isotta’s fingers against his core. She traced a single line down the middle of his body until she reached the top of his pants. Isotta never allowed her eyes to disengage from his. She had already begun making love to Massimo through her provocative gaze.

Isotta held him captive as she unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She needed no assistance in easing them from Massimo’s form, dipping in her knees before allowing them to drop to the floor. Massimo stepped out of his loafers and then his slacks. His boxers were next, and once again, there was no problem in disposing of them. Isotta allowed her eyes to trace a path from Massimo’s ruggedly handsome face down to his throbbing member that stood at attention for her. She looked up into his eyes again; her lids were low, and a smile infiltrated her lips. When Isotta drew her bottom lip in, releasing it ever so slowly, Massimo hummed, the vibration of which Isotta felt caress her spine. Once again, Isotta placed her hands on Massimo’s shoulders, encouraging him to return to his seat. He offered no resistance.

Isotta kept her hands on his shoulders, balancing herself as she placed one leg and then the other across him. Then, Isotta took one hand and reached for what she desired most. She ran her thumb against the head of Massimo’s thickness, drawing the first drops of nectar, and then guided him into her awaiting jewel. Isotta’s descent was slow and methodical as she descended inch by inch. Her head fell back between her shoulders as his girth impaled her yoni, expanding her walls to take him in fully.

“Sss,” she uttered as her descent continued until all ten throbbing inches were inside her. Massimo’s arms fell around Isotta’s waist, and he lavished her neck with long, biting kisses. But when she slowly swirled her hips, his engorgement hitting her walls, Massimo groaned in return. The slow, intentional fuck Isotta gave him was tortuously pleasurable, and Massimo relished feeling her walls enveloping him, refusing to let him go. Isotta’s swollen pearl pulsed each time Massimo’s thickness met her there.

Massimo’s hands fell to Isotta’s hips as she kept up the slow grind that drove him mad. Raising his hips, Massimo lifted into her, pushing Isotta to new heights, and her yoni thumped in response, her nectar spilling over him. She found his eyes again, and Massimo met her there as Isotta’s pussy pulsed faster, lifting and lowering in quick succession. Massimo’s stroke was deeper and faster, meeting her when she lowered onto his manhood and meeting her again when she lifted.

“Ah, ah, ah,” they breathed in syncopation, the veins in Massimo’s dick swollen and his shaft full.

And then, quite unexpectedly, Isotta slowed her stroke. She wanted to feel him, all of him, as her jewel seized and then released, spilling hotness all over him. She was smiling again and seducing him with her eyes as she rocked back and forth and back again on his stiffness.

“Give it all to me,” Isotta purred.

The slow, deliberate grind drove Massimo to a new level. He could feel gism rising in his thickness. Isotta must have felt him swell inside her because she rocked even slower, even more deliberately, squeezing him between her womanly folds, refusing to let what belonged to her go. Massimo couldn’t hold back any longer. He filled Isotta until her cup ran over with his hotness. Still, she didn’t release him from her. She held his thickness within her. They connected again with an intentional kiss, his mouth covering hers hungrily, her mouth relishing being consumed.

Isotta held his thickness within her inner folds, and as it started to become flaccid, her vaginal walls pulsed, and she milked it, pulling it in and releasing it but not dropping his cock from her inner sanctum. And then she pulled it in again.

“Ahh,” Massimo breathed. Isotta’s actions were unexpected, but she persisted. Isotta squeezed her walls around him again and quickly pulled him in again, slowly letting him go. Massimo couldn’t say anything even though his mouth opened. Initially, he resisted, giving in to her womanly wiles because that’s what he’d always done. Massimo had always held on to control because that’s what he thought being a man and head of his household meant. This time, though, Massimo found himself willing to let go of tradition.

He allowed himself to feel the feelings that Isotta revved up in him. Massimo relinquished his pride and felt for real. It was new for him, and the things he felt overwhelmed him. Massimo kissed Isotta in earnest, allowing himself to feel her lips on his and bask in their connectedness. They enjoyed being in that moment together. They loved on each other. They loved each other. Then, Isotta came back to herself, discontinuing the fantasy.

Over the next week or so, Massimo returned to himself, finding himself in full strength. He felt good enough to rejoin his family in every way and in business. Romina was just glad her son was fully back, even if she had to acquiesce her fuss over him so he could get back to work. The men in the family had to make sure they were on firm footing with the Conti family so they could get back to the business of ensuring their family business would thrive. Giordano was glad to have his eldest son back. Giuseppe was glad as well, but he still had to have his own thoughts. He had to figure out a way to get to Valentina.

Massimo was ready to have his wife back, to have her back home. He hadn’t felt fully like himself to reach out to her before. There was a part of Massimo that felt Isotta should have returned, called to return by now. That’s what an obedient wife would do. But Massimo couldn’t get caught up on her lack of obedience. He wanted to have her home. And if need be, he would reassert himself as head of the family if Isotta needed reminding.

When Rosa knocked at the door to come in and clean, Massimo let her in. He let Rosa get to work, and when she was almost done, Massimo spoke to her.

“Call the Conti home for Isotta.”

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