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"The decision is yours, Nova," I say softly. "Earlier, I told you I hadn't earned the right for your first orgasm from a man to be on my fingers, tongue, or cock. And if you decide we continue, then it's also your decision of its my fingers or tongue that make you come."

My cock isn't an option at this point as she's not ready for that yet.

Her teeth rake over her lip, and her eyes dart between mine. "It was my first orgasm."

I open my mouth to respond, then snap it shut as her words register.

"Ever?" I choke.

"I've never touched myself, Massimo."

"Sweet fucking hell." I groan, tilting my head back as the knowledge that I'm the firsteverto touch her makes me on the verge of coming right in my pants like I'm thirteen years old.

Doubt adds to the confusion on her beautiful face.

"Do you know how utterly perfect you are, princess? How goddamn precious you are." I let her see everything, tossing my guarded, reserved mask aside.

"You're in control, Nova. With me, you'll always have control. So tell me, princess: do we stop, or do we continue?"

Chapter 24

Nova

I'minsane.Whatamthe hell am I doing?

I have no idea.

This is my captor. A man who hates all Mancinis.

I'm the untouched, virginal pawn that is to benefit my father. I'm a tool of Massimo's revenge against my father.

But none of this stops my hands from reaching behind my back and undoing my bra.

Because I want something that's forme.And right now, I crave more of the pleasure Massimo has shown me exists.

So, I'm refusing to think. I only want to feel.

And with Massimo, in this moment, it's not just the pleasure he can give me. More importantly, with him, I feel like I'm the one in control. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have power.

His eyes move over my face, down my neck, sweeping over my breasts as I bare them to him. My nipples pucker from his rapt stare.

"Nova." He sounds pained. "You're so fucking perfect, princess."

I shiver as his gaze moves up, like he's physically caressing my skin, until our eyes lock, and I could drown in what I see in his.

I don't trust him, but that doesn't mean I can't take what I want, does it?

I feel in control and powerful, and I don't want that to end. He's the only one who's ever allowed me to have a taste of either.

My hand trembles as I trace his lips, framed by his stubble.

He doesn't move; he's letting me direct this.

For a man who values control, this would be unnatural, but he doesn't look like he's fighting to let me have control. No, it's like he wants me to have this—to take what I need, what I want.

"Undo my jeans."

His eyes widen at my command, then he smiles. "As my girl commands."

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