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“Please,” I breathed, my voice trembling with need. “I can’t… I can’t wait…”

I wanted his belt. His cock. I wanted everything.

He growled softly against my neck, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me slightly. “I know,bella,” he whispered, his voice a mix of sweetness and raw hunger. “I need you, too.”

I could feel just how much he needed me against my belly.

He turned off the water, and for a moment, the world was quiet, save for the sound of our ragged breaths and the soft drip of water from our bodies. He pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Let me show you how much.” His voice was a promise, a vow.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I looked up at him.

He reached for a plush white towel hanging nearby, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, carefully, he began to dry me off, his movements gentle but deliberate. The towel brushed overmy shoulders, my arms, absorbing the water from my skin. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the heat in his gaze, the way his eyes roamed over me as if he were memorizing every detail of my body.

“Hold still,bella,” he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling command that sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood motionless, my breath coming in shallow bursts, my body responding to every touch, every slow caress of the towel as he worked his way down my back, over my hips, and along my thighs. His touch was firm but tender, the fabric brushing against me in a way that made my skin tingle. His hand squeezed my left ass cheek and he growled.

I wonder if he was thinking about using his belt to whip my bottom. I knew I certainly was.

He moved around to face me, his eyes dark and intense, filled with a hunger that made my knees weak. His hands worked the towel over my breasts, my stomach, the movement slow and maddening, every brush of the cloth making my pulse quicken. His gaze stayed locked on mine, as if he were watching for every little reaction, every hitch in my breath.

“You’re driving me crazy…” I whispered, barely able to form the words.

A slow smile spread across his lips, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “Because I’ve never wanted anything—or anyone—like I want you right now.”

The towel slipped from his hands, falling to the floor as he took a step closer, his hands reaching for me once more. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his touch firm as he lifted me,sweeping me off my feet with a strength that made my heart race.

Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms again, pressed against his chest as he carried me out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom hitting my skin like a shock. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as he crossed the room with long, purposeful strides.

He reached the bed in seconds, and with a swift, effortless motion, he tossed me down onto the mattress. I landed on my back, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I looked up at him, my body bare and exposed beneath his gaze. His eyes roamed over me, devouring every inch, and I felt a rush of heat flood through me, my skin prickling under the intensity of his stare.

He stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his hands flexing at his sides as if he were holding himself back. The look in his eyes was pure fire, and it sent a thrill of anticipation racing through me, my body aching with the need for his touch.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I could look at you like this forever.”

A flush spread across my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. “Then come here,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Don’t make me wait.”

His smile widened, a dark, hungry smile that sent a wave of heat crashing through me. “Patience,bella,” he said, his tone teasing, almost playful.

He crawled onto the bed, his hands moving to either side of my body, caging me in. He leaned down, his lips hovering just abovemine, his breath warm against my skin as he kissed the skin right beneath my ear.

I reached up, my fingers grazing his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my touch. “Massimo…” I breathed, my voice barely more than a sigh. “I want you. Now.”

His eyes darkened, his restraint crumbling in an instant. “As you wish,bella,” he murmured, and then his lips were on mine, hot and fierce, consuming me with a passion that left me breathless.

His hands moved over me, urgent and demanding, claiming every inch of my skin as if he needed to feel every part of me, to know that I was his. The world outside faded away, the only sound the ragged breaths between us, the only sensation the feel of his body against mine, hard and unyielding.

“Turn over. On your belly. Hands straight out in front of you,” he dictated, and I glanced back over to see the belt in his hand. Somehow, in the shuffle, he’d picked it back up and carried it with him when he’d brought me into the bedroom.

A thrill of anxious anticipation shot through me, making my skin tingle. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly rolled over, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath me. I stretched out on my stomach, my arms extended above my head, my hands trembling slightly as I positioned them just as he’d instructed.

Massimo’s gaze burned into me, intense and unwavering. I could feel his eyes moving over my body, taking in every curve, every line. He came closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he knelt beside me. His strong hand wrapped around both of my wrists, pinning them to the bed with a firm, steady pressure that made my pulse quicken.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. The warmth of his breath grazed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Stay still for me.”

I nodded, swallowing hard, my body trembling under his touch. He moved the belt across my back, letting the cool leather drag slowly against my skin. I bit my lip, a soft gasp escaping me at the sensation.

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