Page 71 of Massimo

It's as if angels craved him from granite. His body is beautiful, magnificent.

And should be scary as hell.

With his size and strength, I'm insignificant. I'd never stand any chance of fighting against this man. He could manhandle me and do what he wanted.

Yet…

I've never felt safer.

Even when I first met Massimo, and I was scared shitless, some inner part of me knew I didn't fear him like I've always feared my father, or my brothers and Mauro.

"Do you see me, Nova?"

"It's…" I wet my lips, still staring at him. "It's kinda hardnotto see you."

His massive frame moves with his deep laugh, but then he sobers. "Everything you see here is yours to wield, princess."

He takes three steps to close the distance between us, cupping my face. I'm always shocked and awed by how someone his size—with who and what he is—can be so tender and gentle.

His words aren't tender or gentle, though. "I will destroy your father, princess. For his sins against me, but also for his sins against you."

Those words wrap around my heart, making me wish our reality was different. That I wasn't me, the Mancini Princess, a Mancini, the snake's spawn. They make me wish his words were true and not part of some monster's plot to break me.

Stupid, gullible fool, don't fall for him and his pretty words.

"I'm your weapon, Nova." His thumbs caress my cheeks. "For you, I'll bring your father to his knees and make him beg you for forgiveness before I destroy him."

A normal woman wouldn't swoon at his words. But I've been born and raised in this dark world; I hold no rose-colored glasses to it. And the thought of my father on his knees before me, begging, and at Massimo's mercy—atmymercy—is as potently addicting as it is darkly satisfying.

A rush of wetness coats my thighs, and I close my eyes.I'm so sick and twisted.

When I open my eyes, Massimo sinks to his knees beforeme.

"What are you doing?" I gasp.

He presses a kiss on my stomach, and it caves and quivers at his touch. "I'm on my knees to worship my queen."

My head swims as pleasure and joy mix with denial and disbelief.

Then it swims because I've been swung around and am now lying on the bed.

I push up onto my elbows as Massimo positions himself between my thighs, still kneeling on the floor. "What are—" I choke as he pushes his finger in to the knuckle.

"So fucking soaked, princess. My talking about ending your worst monster and making him pay, making him beg…"

My world seizes as Massimo slowly pushes an additional finger inside me, and my back arches from the pleasurable pressure and sensations.

"My princess wants her pound of flesh." He pushes in deeper as I stretch for him. Then he pulls his fingers out almost entirely before pushing them back in. "She wants blood." My back arches further. "She wants to right the scales of injustice against her." He moves in me again, harder, and the action steals every air molecule from my lungs. "She wants him shredded at her feet." His tongue licks my clit.

I jerk at the sensation and the slash of utter ecstasy that slices through me, and I scream, "Yes!"

"Tell me," he growls as his fingers pump into me with harder strokes. "Tell me, Nova."

"I want everything you said," I whimper, both at the darkness that's been unleashed in me and at the pleasure he's causing meandwithholding from me. "I want my father destroyed, decimated. I want his empire in ruins."

Tears streak down my face, but they aren't tears of sadness. It’s as if voicing those words is a balm for my ravaged soul and psyche, allowing the years of torment, pain, and hard-learned lessons to begin to be purged.

"Good girl. My goodfuckinggirl. You're going to drench my face now."

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