Page 73 of Massimo

"Massimo," I sob, unable to find any sort of solid footing as my world explodes with heat and bursts of brilliant white light.

Pleasure and ecstasy intermingle with happiness and joy as my pussy ripples and contracts, spasms and relaxes. My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe.

Then a heavy weight presses against me as Massimo wraps me in his arms, and the happiness and joy spike as the waves of pleasure and ecstasyslowly abate. His scruff is wet against my cheek, and when he presses his mouth to mine, his tongue dancing with mine, I taste myself.

Sweet and tangy. I moan into his mouth, chasing the taste and wanting more.

He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I sit up, straddling his hips with his thick, hard length splitting my lips. I shift my hips, gliding my soaked core along his length. When I reach the end, his cock jerks, which positions the head perfectly. All I need to do is push back.

I start to, but he catches my hips. "I said no sex tonight, princess."

"Right. No babies with the snake's spawn." My words are out before I can stop them.

He rolls me onto my back—effortlessly manhandling me—and looms over me. He studies me, trying to see into my head. I try to turn away, but he won't let me.

"That's not what I meant, Nova. I have to leave in the morning, and I won't leave you feeling used."

"Where are you going?" I ask without thinking, as panic and fear flare inside me at the thought of Massimo leaving me.

And I silently reprimand myself for being so bold with Massimo. I would've never dreamed of questioning my father, or even my brothers or Mauro. And they would've never given me a heads-up about anything.

"Shh, princess." Massimo nuzzles my neck. "You'll be protected. Your father won't get his hands on you. Never again."

A breath shudders out of me, wanting so badly to believe Massimo's words and the intention behind them. But my past experience is screaming warnings at me not to be a fool.

"Gabe and his men will be here," he reassures me.

"You're the Don, Massimo. They should be with you."

"Concerned about me, princess?" He cocks a brow with a small, crooked smile.

"If something happens to you, then I have no protection against my father."

I wince. Those words sound so self-centered and calloused, but honestly, it's true.

IfMassimo is to be believed that he'll protect me from my father and the likes of Julien Moreau, then if Massimo is no longer in the picture—the thought of him dying makes me feel ill, so I don't envision it further—then his family won't continue my protection.

Not after what the Mancinis are responsible for against them.

And why would they? Why should they?

Massimo's look darkens before it eases. "You'll be taken care of, princess, I swear it."

I swallow against the lump in my throat, staring up at the man looming above me. "How long will you be gone?"

He shifts to put his weight on one elbow and runs his knuckles along my cheek with his other one. "Just a few days. Gemma will come and spend some time with you. If that's okay?"

Gemma—the one who I thought was a friend, but she kidnapped me to bring me to this monster.

Much better than returning home to my father and the new hell waiting for me: Julien Moreau, heir to the French mafia, who has anonline shopping addiction, buying people from auctions.

I shudder.

"Nova?" Massimo asks, concerned.

"It will…be nice to see Gemma."

Did I really just say that? And why do those words feel true?

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