Page 99 of Massimo

Nova ismine.Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. She'll soon be my wife and the mother of my children.

Before coming home to her, Mancini's spy had spilled his secrets before I ended him. They weren't exactly the secrets I was looking for—I still had no idea of Mancini's plan or why he wanted to hand Nova over to the French—but they were still valuable secrets to know, and they reaffirmed my plan.

"What is it, princess?"

Her body is strung tight. "You should've used a condom. What if the contraceptive isn't fully in effect yet?"

The original contraception she had started—and had taken one pill—would've been effective already. She's had sugar pills ever since though.

I keep my unreadable mask in place, not giving away my checkmate play. "You don't have anything to worry about, Nova."

My words are meant to be vague yet reassuring. However, they have the opposite effect.

She flinches as though I've slapped her. Her beautiful brown eyes—that had been wide-open to me—narrow, and I see those walls are coming back up.

Anger flares hot within me, quickly fraying my control and calm. "No," I growl. "You will not hide from me."

Her eyes widen but they don't fill with fear, they fill with anger. Which, in its own right, makes me happy, because from what I've learned about Mancini—from what Nova said, and what I learned last night—the fact that she's not submitting and hiding based on all the heinous lessons she was forced to learn makes me so goddamn proud of her.

She tries to get off me, but fuck that. I clamp my hands on her hips and hold her in place, keeping her impaled on my dick. Exactly where she belongs.

She fights, trying to break free of my hold, showing me the fire and fight that I love from her. However, our size difference is her huge disadvantage. I smirk at her squeak of outrage, but then she nearly shatters when I thrust up into her.

Her small hands stop trying to remove my big ones from her hips and go to my chest. Her fingers curl, digging her nails in, and it makes my cock throb harder.

I'm not a masochist, but the pain being caused by Nova standing up for herself and showing her claws is the fucking aphrodisiac that explodes in my blood like a nuclear bomb.

"Massimo," she cries, her head falling forward. But then it snaps up. Her face is filled with hurt and pain, and I immediately stop. "Put a condom on."

My left eye twitches and my expression flattens. "No."

"You don't want a child with a snake's spawn." Her words are half-whispered, half-hissed.

Like before when she mentioned this, panic and dread fills me that she somehow overheard my false words to Vito in my office.

I roll with her, pinning her back to the mattress, and keeping myself deep within her. "Where is this coming from?"

She twists her head away, refusing to look at me, even as her legs wrap around me tight and she digs her heels into my ass to keep me inside her.

"Nova," I warn.

"Just…fuck me."

I thrust into her, harder than I intended. She arches and tilts her head. I do it again, making her moan.

"Talk to me." I find a rhythm that is hard and slow, but not the punishing, mad-man fucking I had done the first time with her.

"Just fuck me," she repeats and finally turns her face back to me. Her eyes are filled with lust but guarded.

Something inside me snaps that she won't let me in; won't give me the real her. I drive into her viciously, sinking my cock deep and hard into her. "This pussy is mine, princess. Mine to fill with my cum. My fuckingseed."

That said cock throbs, warning of an impending explosion to do just that.

Her pussy walls flutter, and her eyes widen but quickly narrow. "Do you have some kind of kink where the thought of getting me pregnant—"

"Not the thought." I crash my mouth to hers to shut myself up, but also because I need to have that delectable mouth with its perfect cupid bow for my own.

Her heels dig into my ass, and her nails claw at my back as she meets me thrust for thrust. But it's not enough… I don't think it will ever be enough.

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