Page 57 of Massimo

"Eyes on me, princess." His voice is a low baritone that could be from the depths of hell, and I'd still obey.

I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes, and when I open them, I immediately fall into the depths of his. His pupils look entirely black, like he's a demon come to steal my soul.

I'll submit. I'll give whatever he wants.

"You're mine," he growls, consuming me. "Say it."

I shake my head.This isn't true. This isn't happening.

"Say." He thrusts harder into me. "It."

My whole body is wracked with shaking as whatever he's doing to me—whatever or however he's denying me—is destroying my body and ability to think.

Ineedwhatever he's holding back from me.

"I'm…" I cry out with a keening sound that sounds like a plea, and he chuckles darkly. "I'm… Yours," I gasp, standing on the edge of a blade.

"That's my goodfuckinggirl." He pinches my clit, holding it for what feels like forever as my body seizes. Then he releases it, and my worldshatters.

His mouth crashes on mine as I scream his name, capturing it all for himself. White stars explode within the blackness that pushes in. This orgasm is more intense and powerful than my first one. It's almost painful, and I choke and cry into his mouth.

Ecstasy courses through me, and I feel myself drifting—to where, I have no concern right now. Maybe the orgasm shattered my mind and body into tiny pieces, or it's my mild sleep deprivation, or the emotional rollercoaster of this morning and the past few day. Whatever the reason, I have no concept of time or space as Massimo's tongue swirls with mine, and keeps me tethered to him until I slowly come back to reality.

Once the dazed and confused phase starts to lift, I realize I'm collapsed against him. His hand is still inside my jeans, lazily stroking into me.

He presses soft kisses along my cheek until he reaches my mouth. His tongue moves in the same slow, lazy movements as his finger. My panties feel drenched, and my cheeks heat.

I stir as agitation and worry press in. His arm around my waist tightens. He withdraws his finger, but keeps his hand inside my jeans, cupping my sex.

"Let me hold you, Nova, please." He kisses me softly. "Relax against me and rest, princess."

The monster, my monster, gives me an order, and my body yields.

My last thought is that Massimo has the power to break me in an entirely new way.

Chapter 25

Massimo

"I'llensureeverythingisready for the morning,"ZioMarco says over the computer screen for the virtual meeting we're having to finalize tomorrow's trip to Catanzaro.

"Thank you,Zio."

His brows furrow with concern. "Are you certain about Gabe, Massimo? As Don, you should have your head bodyguard traveling with you."

I know that he's concerned for me both as Don and as his nephew. As my godfather, he and I have always had a close relationship.

"I need Gabe here in case Mancini acts against us again, or if Ivan and Sean get some idiotic idea to go for the family."

"They're not that strong to challenge us, but yes, they could be desperate idiots and try to pressure or sway your vote regarding the Chamber." He clears his throat, looking gravely serious. "Mancini is spreading word that you took his princess."

Nova ismyprincess.

The clench of my teeth is the only outward sign of my thoughts or emotions—and it’s too subtle for him to catch over a screen. "There's no evidence to support that."

My uncle's gaze is assessing. He's been the Don's consigliere—first my father's and now mine—since he was nineteen years old. "The other Dons will suspect."

"Again,Zio, there's no evidence to support that I took the princess. And have I ever contravened a 'Ndrangheta decision before?"

---