Page 94 of Naughty Santa Daddy

As I come to terms with the truth, Massimo's rough voice cuts through the haze in my mind. “Swallow, Hadley.”

I obey his command without hesitation, taking everything he pumps out. My breath comes in short gasps, and my muscles tense as I process everything happening with Massimo and me. Then the realization hits me like a ton of bricks—he's not goingto kill me, buthe plans to keep meas his own. But what does that mean?

Maybe I’m reading too much into this because his big dick fucked my brains out while going to town on my mouth. Before I can dwell on it too much, Massimo withdraws from me and kneels before me. He wipes away the tears streaming down my face with his thumbs, a small gesture that only adds to my confusion.

“Perfection. Such a good girl,” he murmurs.

“Don't get used to it,” I shoot back, glaring at him as I try to steady my breathing.

“I wouldn't dream of it. I learned that the first time I fucked you.”

My mind reels from his words, trying to make sense of them amidst the post-orgasmic lightheadedness. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t keep me. I’m not a thing.”

“You agreed to share my bed…” He matches my glare and brings his face close to mine. “I will decide if you ever leave it.That makes you mine.”

Nothing about this man makes any sense. “Wouldn’t it be easier to kill me and be done with me? I’m sure you can find someone else to fuck.”

“You will not question my decisions.” Before I can fully process anything, Massimo throws me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed. I struggle to get away, but his strength is overwhelming as he pins me down with his body. “I determine the way your future goes. Is that clear?” he growls, inches away from my face.

My heart races as fear mixes with desire—this man is an enigma, and nothing about him makes sense. In an attempt to regain control, I challenge him once again. “Does this future include giving me relief since I couldn't touch myself?”

He clenches his jaw with a predatory look in his dark eyes. “You want relief? I’ll give it to you,” he promises, and my heart skips a beat at the intensity of his gaze. He releases an animalistic snarl, then lifts me by the thighs and tugs me toward him, bringing my pussy flush against his mouth. He parts my swollen folds with his tongue and circles my clit.

I cry out and buck up from the onslaught of sensation. It is too much and yet not enough. Tangling my fingers into his hair, I clutch at the strands, not caring if I’m too rough. He needs to bring me to orgasm for the mind-fuck of the last few minutes.

Fisting my hands in his short locks, I lose myself in the moment, trying to push away the nagging doubts and concerns about this man. He may claim to be possessive, but he can't be trusted with my emotions—one minute, he's into me, and the next, he wants to kill me. That’s the reality I have to remember.

Massimo plunges two fingers into me while relentlessly working my pussy, and a guttural sound of pleasure pours from deep in my throat. My vaginal walls clamp down on his pistoning fingers, and I jerk and arch, cascading through waves of bliss. Moaning and gasping, I grind my pelvis into that devil’s tongue. He rubs that spot deep inside me, not allowing my orgasm to wane.

He lifts his head and looks up at me with a wicked grin. “We’ve only just begun, Hadley. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll beg me for relief in its true sense.”

“You plan on torturing me with orgasms?” I gasp, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he continues to rub my clit with his thumb.

“Is it really torture when I’m making my woman come?” he asks, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his voice.

My heart shudders at his words—did he just call me his woman? “I’m your woman?” I ask incredulously.

Massimo narrows his gaze and slides closer to me, still pumping his fingers in and out of me without missing a beat. He adds another finger, causing a pleasurable sting that only heightens the intensity of my impending climax. My core flexes and floods with arousal, and I bite my lower lip, loving the pleasure-pain he invokes in my body.

He then grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, asserting his dominance over me. Massimo’s forehead presses against mine, his intense gaze locking with mine. “We’ve already established this,” he says. “If you question it again, I won’t let you come for a week.”

A mix of fear and arousal swirls in my stomach at the thought of being denied pleasure by this possessive man. Do I even like this side of him? My mind argues back and forth, but deep down, maybe I do like it. After all, I have never felt like I belonged anywhere before.

What if he gets tired of me and throws me away? I can't trust him not to do that.

“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let’s say I believe you. What does that mean?”

His stare never wavers as he speaks, his tone serious. “We will discuss it and more later. For now, it’s time for fucking.”

With that, his fingers leave my body and forcefully thrust back in, causing me to cry out his name. The pleasure he calls out of me is something I know I will never find with anyone else. My body hums with sensation, and I love how he plays with me. He brings me to another orgasm within seconds, waves of ecstasy dulling any awareness of my surroundings except for Massimo. Then the pleasure turns to torment as he teases me, bringing me close to climax but denying it until he decides to let me come. Most of the time, he doesn't allow it. But when he relents, giving me my release, it feels almost euphoric.

I beg for him to stop as my body and mind reach their limit from this game. “I can’t take any more,” I plead. “Please, no more.”

“Now you understand the meaning of relief.” Massimo laughs as I thrash—the sadistic bastard. He pulls his fingers free of my wet core and smears my essence across my lips before kissing me.

“I don't like you very much right now,” I mutter through heavy breaths.

He settles himself between my thighs, “That’s too bad. It’s still not going to stop me from fucking you.”

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