Page 67 of Massimo

"I want you to take my virginity, Massimo." She stares up at me. No longer is she the meek, demure princess, wilted and hiding. But this isn't the fire and fight I've witnessed in her, either. This is…something else entirely.

And it's unsettling.

Her walls are back up, that much I can tell.

"Nova…" I wet my parched lips. "Where is this coming from?"

She tilts her head, regarding me. "You don't want me?"

Jesus Christ. I've never wanted a woman more.

I have every intention of being the one blessed with her virginity—of fucking course, I do—but this is way out of left field.

Tightening my hands on her waist, I pull her against me so she can feel the steel rod in my pants. "Does this feel like I don't want you?" I growl.

Uncertainty flashes across her beautiful face before it's gone.

Slipping my hands lower, I scoop under her ass and hoist her around my waist, walking us toward the wall. Pinning her against it, I grind her along my length, slow and hard. "Do you want me totakeyour virginity, princess?" She squirms against me, her cheeks blooming pink. "Do you want me to pin you down and slam my big dick—because it is fucking big, princess—into your tight virgin cunt?"

Her mouth drops open as she stares at me.

"Do you want me to prove to you I'm that kind of monster?" I hiss, both in anger and at the sensation of her hot pussy pressed against my aching shaft. "Do you need it to be that way for you to justify in your mind if we fuck, princess? Because you had no choice, and I forced you?"

My stomach revolts at the thought, but I keep the emotions off my face.

She's gone completely still. "That's not what I meant. Massimo…" More uncertainty and doubt flash over her face before she ducks her head down to hide.

"Then tell me what's really going on here, Nova."

She sags against me. Hope blooms within me that she's finally going to trust me a bit, but when her lashes sweep up to reveal her soft brown eyes, the walls are still there.

"I… Because I want you," she blurts, and her cheeks morph from pink to red. "Because, for the first time in my life, I'm doing something for me and what I want."

"Nova." My tone is softer, and she peeks at me through her lashes. I nuzzle my mouth against her temple. "I want nothing more than to have you, all of you. I want you to bless me with being your first."

Your only.

But I keep that to myself because she isn't ready to believe that.

"However, you're not ready for that, princess."

"And ifIfeel I'm ready?" She quirks a brow at me, and I love her fire.

Holding her tight, I step back from the wall, and she loops her arms around my neck. The motion is so natural it makes my chest squeeze. I walk to the door with her hoisted around my waist.

Leaving the safe room and my office, I walk us through the quiet, darkened house to the curved staircase and upstairs.

I would love nothing more than to take her into my bedroom. She'll be moved in there soon, but she's not quite ready. Plus, I want everything in place and perfect before that.

Stepping into her bedroom, I kick the door closed and head straight for the bed. There, I sit with her straddling me.

She pushes up onto her knees so she's taller than me, looking down. "Are we going to talk now?"

I grin and bite her chin, making her gasp. Then I kiss it to soothe the pain. My hands snake up her back and tunnel into her hair, gripping it at the nape and holding her where I can stare into her eyes.

"You're not ready yet, princess." She's about to protest again, but I push on, painting her a picture of why I feel she's not ready yet.

"When I work every fucking inch of my throbbing, iron hard cock into your wet little pussy"—her mouth has parted into an O, and her pupils have dilated—"I will be doing it bare. There will be nothing"—I tighten my grip on her hair—"nothingbetween us. I will slide into you, I will thrust into you"—I bring her down onto the rigid length that's tenting my pants—"and I will fill you with my cum."

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