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His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the strength in his arms, the urgency in his touch, and it sent a thrill through me that left me breathless. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, as if I needed him to consume every part of me.

His lips moved to my jaw, trailing hot, desperate kisses along my skin, down the curve of my neck. I let out a soft sigh, tilting my head back to give him more access, my entire body alive with sensation. His hands roamed over me, one sliding up to cup the back of my head, the other gripping my waist with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

“You’re mine, Sofia,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough and filled with need. “Only mine.”

A small, breathless laugh escaped me, and I tightened my grip on him. “I’m yours, sir,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible.

His mouth found mine again, his kiss more urgent this time, more desperate, as if he needed to claim me completely, to make sure I knew I belonged to him. I responded eagerly, my own need matching his, my hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of him.

His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me slightly, pulling me closer into his lap. I felt a rush of excitement, a warmth spreading through my body, and I couldn’t help but moan softly against his mouth.

“Don’t stop…” I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and need.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “I don’t plan to,la mia bambina,” he whispered, his voice deep and filled with promise. “Not for a long time.”

And with that, he kissed me again, deeper, more intense, and I felt myself surrendering completely to him.

By the time we reached his estate, I was a panting mess, my body trembling with need. He didn’t even let me step out of the car before sweeping me up in his arms.

My heart pounded against my ribs, and I couldn’t help but cling to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he carried me up the marble staircase.

I knew where we were going. He didn’t need to tell me.

He didn’t slow down, even as we reached the top of the stairs. With a swift kick, he pushed the door to his master bedroom open, crossing the threshold in a few long strides. I caught a glimpse of the luxurious room—the expansive bed, the soft pillows at the headboard—but he didn’t stop. Instead, he headedstraight for another door, one that led to a spacious master bathroom.

His grip tightened around me, and I shivered as he pushed the bathroom door open with his shoulder, stepping inside. The space was immaculate, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a massive glass shower, and gleaming marble tiles. He set me down, my feet barely touching the cool floor before his hands were on me again, urgent and demanding.

“Massimo,” I whispered, my voice shaky with anticipation, but he silenced me with a look—a heated, possessive look that sent a thrill racing down my spine.

His hands moved to the thin straps of my dress, and with a swift motion, he tore the fabric from my shoulders, the soft silk ripping easily under his strength. The dress slipped down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the bathroom. I gasped, but the sound was swallowed by the heat in his eyes, the intensity that burned in his gaze as he took me in.

I was still naked underneath.

“Bella,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent, as his hands slid over my skin, caressing every inch of me.

His fingers brushed over my collarbone, trailing down to my waist, and I felt my breath hitch, a desperate ache building low in my belly. I reached for him, needing to feel his skin against mine, but he caught my wrists, pinning them against the cool marble wall behind me.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to take my time with you.”

He released my wrists, only to strip off his own clothes in a flurry of movement, his shirt and pants falling to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked before me. My eyes drank him in, every inch of his toned body, the way his muscles rippled under his skin, his dark hair falling over his forehead in disarray. He was perfection, raw and untamed, and I could scarcely breathe as he pulled me toward the shower.

He reached inside, turning the sleek chrome handle, and the water burst to life, hot steam filling the room instantly. Before I could register what was happening, he lifted me again, stepping into the shower with me cradled against his chest. The hot water cascaded over us, drenching my hair, my skin, his body pressing against mine, hard and unforgiving.

Massimo set me down, his hands sliding over my wet skin, slick with water. He pushed me back against the cool glass, his lips finding mine in a deep, searing kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His mouth was hot and hungry, demanding, his hands roaming over me as if he couldn’t get enough.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips moved to my neck, kissing and biting, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. The water poured down on us, the steam wrapping around us like a hazy shroud, and I felt like I was drowning, lost in the sensation of him.

“Please,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him closer.

He growled against my skin, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the shower wall.

“Tell me what you want,la mia bambina,” he whispered, his voice sending a shockwave of desire straight through me. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” I breathed, my voice trembling with need. “Your belt. Your hand. Your cock.”

“I’m going to give you everything you want, but more important, everything you need,” he growled.

He smiled, a dark, satisfied smile, and leaned in to kiss me again, his hands tightening on my thighs, holding me up as he pressed against me, every inch of his body fitting perfectly with mine. The heat of the water, the pressure of his touch, the intensity in his eyes—it was overwhelming, and I could feel myself surrendering completely, lost to him, to this moment.

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