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“Massimo,” she says, sounding breathy, and desperate for more.

“I’m falling in love with you,” she cries out as I slam into her, burying my cock to the hilt. Her words nearly cause my brain to explode.

This was not part of the plan.

I go back to chanting in my head. It’s entirely possible that she was right before; I might be insane.

Black and white. Black and white. This changes nothing.

Winding my fist in her hair, I pull her head back, and run my tongue from the base of her neck to her chin, eliciting a sweet little moan from her.

Laying her down on the pool deck, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her bottoms, and drag them down her legs, revealing her pretty pussy, pink and perfect, with my jewelry at the top. I move closer to her, push her thighs back, and lean down to inhale my favorite scent, knowing soon, I’ll never have this again. I know there’s no chance of survival, and yet, I’ll do it anyway. While I won’t be the one to end her life, I will be responsible.

No. That’s wrong.Black and white.She came after my family, not the other way around. Anastasia is responsible for her own demise.

“Please,” she moans desperately, snapping me out of my own thoughts.

“What do you want? Tell me what you need, little lamb,” I ask gruffly.

“Your tongue,” she nearly begs, her eyes blown wide with lust, and her legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

Making a V with my fingers, I spread her pussy wide open, and admire how wet she’s getting, from only my gaze, and spit on her clit.

“Ask me to make you come.”

She reaches behind me, grabs my hair with a tight grip, and attempts to move my face to her pussy, but I don’t move. I growl.

“Fucking ask me like a good girl, or you’re not getting it.”

She groans in frustration, but when she does as she’s told, it’s fucking beautiful.

“Please, Massimo, please make me come.”

“Fuck, little lamb, you make me want things I cannot have,” I admit. She opens her mouth to question the words I shouldn’t have said out loud, but I silence her, with a swipe of my tongue across her clit.

Circling my tongue around her swollen nub has her legs shaking. Fuck, she’s perfect, except for that one, not so minor, detail, but I put that out of my mind.

I push two fingers inside her, as I pull her clit between my lips, sucking hard, while she mewls on the patio with desperate need. Anastasia is close, I feel it in her pussy, and see it on her gorgeous face, but it’s not until I bite down on her clit that she erupts, screaming my name.

Pretty little pain slut.

I had my suspicions that she got off on me hurting her. It wasn’t how I planned things, but I can’t honestly say I don’t like it. I’m slightly disappointed that it’s going to take another man to break her, because it wasn’t supposed to be this way, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Wrapping my arms around her, I carry her up to her room. I can’t take any more at this moment. As much as I’d like to fuck her, I can’t.

Laying her down in her bed, she yawns, and, with heavy eyes, darts her gaze away from me.

“I have to tell you who I really am, Massimo.”

I stare at her, with confusion wracking my brain, but I don’t get more than that, because she crashes, like she hasn’t slept in days.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

PSYCHO

The ache in my chest continues to grow, as I watch her on the screen, before my brother steals my attention away.

Bones:We need to discuss this, Psycho.

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