Page 78 of Sweet Prison

The corded muscles of his upper arms flex under my grip as Massimo increases his pace, plunging deeper with each driving thrust. His relentless hammering brings me closer to the edge. Closer to… something. I’m not even sure if I could name it, or what exactly it is. It’s primal, though. And epic. And I already know it will forever change me.

As I’m swept higher and higher on the crest of a rising tide, my inner walls start spasming around his cock. I moan, overcome by strange wonder and absolute bliss.

“That’s it, angel. God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, slamming into me. “Come for me, Zahara.”

As if by his command, a faint scream escapes my lips, and I shatter the very next moment. I’m nothing more than a tangle of incomprehensible sensations and numb limbs, like I don’t have a physical body anymore. All I can do is hold on to Massimo for dear life, as he keeps sliding in and out, while tremors rock my core.

Sweet kisses. On my shoulder. Collarbone. The scrape of his teeth along my chin. He’s replicating the kisses I gave him.

“I love you, Zahara.” Words whispered into my lips.

My eyes flutter open, meeting his. The warmth reflected in those dark orbs reminds me of melted chocolate. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he’s now looking at me. The way he always looks at me. Only me.

I sigh. And smile. “I love you too, Massimo.”

He holds himself over me, completely motionless, with his cock still buried deep inside my quivering pussy. Every single muscle in his body is so rigid it’s like he’s made of stone. He’s not cold, though. No, the heat from his body warms me like nothing else ever has. I’m reveling in being the focus of his smoldering stare when a deep rumble erupts from his throat.

“I thought my cage was the prison walls, Zahara. But getting beyond them didn’t break the shackles that have kept me confined,” he says while gritting teeth. His voice is strained, raw-sounding. “You, you are my salvation. And this, this has finally set me free.”

Dropping his forehead to mine, Massimo resumes his hard thrusts, leaving me gasping for breath as that unmistakable pressure quickly builds at the base of my spine again. All too soon, another orgasm rips through me, throwing my entire world world off its axis. At the same time, Massimo’s goes tight everywhere, and an animalistic roar echoes throughout the room. I feel his cock twitch and his hot cum explode inside me. Grabbing his ass, I pull him flush to me so I can feel his sweaty skin and his heart thundering next to mine. And while his body trembles in my arms, his eyes never wander from me.

Chapter 19

The morning sunlight streaming through the window caresses my skin, its rays falling directly on my chest where Massimo is trailing his finger along the raised ridge of my collarbone. A small smile tugs at his lips just before he lowers his head and kisses the little dip of my throat. I squirm, tickled by his stubble, and giggle.

He quickly pulls away. “Sorry. I’ll shave.”

“Don’t. I like you like this. Rugged. A bit wild looking.” I reach out and drag my knuckles along his jaw. “Does this mean I no longer have to eat an omelet for breakfast?”

“Why would it mean that?”

“Peppe might have let me in on how you tend to rationalize things.” My eyes find his, and I swallow the nerves that seem to have settled like a lead ball in my esophagus. “You don’t need to make up silly reasons and excuses to hover over me, especially because of unfounded paranoia.”

“It’s not unfounded, angel. The more I think about everything that happened, the more I’m convinced there’s a two-decade-long conspiracy against me. One I’m certain was hatched by someone within the Family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s see…” He reaches across me, swiping a handful of buttons off the nightstand. He must have picked them up and left them there while I was sleeping. “It all started with the steepsentence levied by Judge Collins.” One of the buttons gets placed on my bare midriff. “It went against the joint recommendation of my lawyer and the DA after I accepted the plea deal. Peppe managed to locate the bastard, so I’ll be paying him a visit later today.” Another button finds its way to just above my right hipbone. “Then, we have Leone. Although he was behind Nuncio’s shooting, I have a feeling there was more to it.”

“You think it had something to do with you? But how?”

“I still haven’t figured that out. However, just after I got back from Nuncio’s funeral, there were two motherfuckers who tried to off me in the yard. Both of them ended up dead within days, along with the new CO who hired them and orchestrated the circumstances for them to jump me in the first place. I had Salvo dig into the guard’s background and see if he could trace the work transfer order, but he came up empty.” Massimo drags his finger upward through the valley between my breasts, his touch light and reverent. “The timing of that attack and the fallout are extremely suspicious.”

“There must be some kind of paper trail. Employment records. Financial transactions.”

“There’s nothing.” Dipping, he takes my left nipple between his teeth and sucks gently before placing the next button beside it. “I also can’t dismiss the assassination attempts on Nera. Two of them. I’m not buying that Armando was singularly responsible for both. My gut tells me he was just a patsy. And getting rid of Nera had nothing to do with her directly. It was another blow against me.” The fourth button lands on my other boob. “Just like the ex-con who shot at us in the mall parking lot.”

I take in the tiny pearl fasteners scattered over my naked body. The one resting near the tip of my right breast lies just at the edge of a large patch of pale skin. It’s the area I’m mostself-conscious about. I’ve always believed it makes my breasts look odd. Not sexy. But that conviction is easy to dismiss with Massimo eyeing that particular globe with an exceptionally hungry look.

“Coincidence?” I ask.

“There’s too much premeditation for all of this to be a coincidence. Someone has been going to great lengths to prevent me from taking over as the don.” His head dips down once more to lick my breast. Warm tongue circling around the button. Once. Twice. Then, Massimo drags his mouth to my collarbone. His favorite spot, based on how often he returns to it. “Seems like I’m not the only puppeteer in the Family. Someone else is in this game. And he’s been pulling strings for years. From the inside.”

I glide my hand over the stubble at the back of his head. The spiky strands tickle my palm, and I love it. “You’re talking about twenty years, Massimo. Who would invest so much time and effort?”

“Someone very smart, who can afford to play the long game. Someone with a lot of patience.” Giving my collarbone one last lick, he leans away and sets the last of the buttons between my breasts.

Did my naked body just become a chessboard?

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