Page 44 of Massimo

The clothes I've chosen aren't to his liking? They're not good enough for him? Or does he expect me to dress like the Mancini Princess but not act like her?

I'm more confused than ever, but I'm rolling with this, consequences be damned. I have no earthly idea what the hell has gotten into me, but I can't stop.

His big hand fists my old T-shirt. "I will shred this if you don't take it thefuckoff."

It feels like I'm having an out-of-body experience and am watching myself.

My face flushes with anger. My hands clench into fists. My right one raises andpuncheshis jaw. My left hand lifts, and I slap his cheek. Then I shriek like a banshee and launch at him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

But I don't stop there.

No, because apparently, I've lost my goddamn mind.

And Ibitedown on his neck like I'm a wild animal, here to fight to the death because he willnottake this shirt from me. It's the only thing I have left of my mother's.

Massimo growls like a beast, and it takes me a hot minute to realize he's not punishing me. He's not fighting me or trying to make me stop. His massive hands are cupping my ass, flexing and digging into my flesh, holding me up against him.

Blood fills my mouth, and a horrified part of my brain—though it's a small part right now—realizes I've pierced his skin with my teeth.

But I don't pull away from his neck. No, like an insane vampire, I start to suck.

My body is on fire. I feel like I'm undulating between rigidness and melting.

"That's it, my little hellcat," Massimo growls again, and my hips buck.

Sensations I've never experienced before overwhelm me, and a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me. I instinctively grind against him, like I'm following some age-old lesson, knowing exactly what to do. More pleasure bolts through me when he grips my ass harder and assists my movements.

All reason has vanished. The only thing I’m capable of is feeling.

A tingle runs down my spine and spreads across my lower back. My sex feels swollen and it's throbbing. I can't think straight as I'm suddenly chasing something I don't recognize or understand.

I release my teeth from his neck but keep my mouth pressed to it.

"Let me take you there, princess," Massimo rasps into the crown of my head as he continues moving me.

Pressurized pleasure builds within my core, like the crescendo of a song, right before the drop.

"Come for me, Nova."

My head falls back, and Massimo catches it, cradling the nape of my neck.

Come?

As in orgasm?

My eyes are heavy, but I force them to open. His dark brown eyes flame with a heat so intense, I shiver as more pleasure floodsthrough me.

"Never… Had…"

"No man has ever made you come?" His nostrils flare, and I somehow know it's with some sort of primal satisfaction.

I close my eyes, not wanting him to see the deeper truth that I've never even made myself orgasm before.

"You're going to be the death of me, princess. I deserve goddamn Sainthood," he groans. "What I wouldn't give for your first orgasm to be on my fingers or my tongue. My fucking cock."

My breath catches, desperately wanting that, too. "Massimo," I whimper. "Please."

"I haven't earned that yet."

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