Page 116 of Massimo

Nova

I’mabundleofnerves, sitting cross-legged on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest.

The mattress dips as Massimo sits beside me, then he pulls me into his lap, gently brushing my hair back to study my face.

"You're safe here, princess. I'll only be gone a few hours."

I nod, unable to speak as fear tightens around my throat like a vise. Since returning from Catanzaro, Massimo has left the estate each day for short periods, but during those times, Gabe or Gemma have always been with me. Today, though, they're all attending a work function.

It’s not like I'm here alone, or that I'm not within the safety of a fortified compound.

But the fear of my father breaking in and taking me back—or worse, Massimo deciding I'm not worth the trouble if my father comes for me and hands me over—is tangible and suffocating.

In the time I've been Massimo's captive, I've made tremendous strides in overcoming and unlearning so many of my father's brutal lessons. If he gets me back, I can see two possible outcomes. One, I let the fire and fight that Massimo has helped nurture show to my father, and I'm punished to the point of him, and likely Julien Moreau, breaking me. Or two, my father's brutal lessons and their ruthless conditioning return with a vengeance, leaving me a shell of the woman that has begun to unfurl and bloom to life.

Either way, I won't survive mentally.

Sitting on Massimo's lap, I curl into his chest, and his strong, thick arms wrap around me, holding me to him. Binding me to him.

Tears burn behind my lids as I squeeze my eyes shut. I want nothing more than to be bound to Massimo, but I'm a fool to wish for such things. Every morning, he ensures I take my pill, preventing me from getting pregnant. And every morning, a new part of me weeps in silence.

I feel his cock harden and push into the softness of my hip. I've never initiated sex between us, but I feel braver now than I ever have.

My hand roams over his chest—everything about him is so large compared to my small, dainty frame—and lowers to his waistband. He hasn't gotten dressed yet in one of his power suits and is shirtless and in sweatpants.

Massimo, as asuit daddyand immaculately put together in Don mode, is something to behold. However, Massimo, casual and mussed—something I like to pretend I'm the only one who gets this version—is my undoing.

"What are you up to, my little hellcat?" he murmurs into my hair.

In answer, I drag my nails over his stomach, causing him to suck in sharply, and then I push inside his sweatpants. Next, I work my hand into the tightly woven boxer briefs he wears to cage that big, thick shaft. Wrapping my hand around it, I slide up and down his rigid length like he'd shown me.

"Are you trying to manipulate me into not leaving?" His voice is low and rough.

I rub my thumb over the head of his cock and smear the pre-cum that beads on top. When I stroke his thick length, he groans and pushes his hips up, encouraging me on.

I know Massimo needs to leave for this gathering of the Chamber factions, but I want a piece of him before he goes.

Maybe it's me trying to remind him of what's waiting for him at home to ensure he comes back. Or maybe it's me stepping into the sensual and sexual woman I've become under his nurturing tutelage.

Shifting off his lap, I kneel on the floor between his knees. He stares down at me like a god on high, but I sense—no, Isee—the power I have in this position.

"Iwant you." My voice is husky with lust. "I want to suck your big cock."

A few days ago, he taught me how to suck my first cock, walking me through it and what he liked. And I loved it. Especially as he cupped the back of my head and drove in deep, while still ensuring I was enjoying it—as he still took care of me while I 'took care of him'.

His dark brown eyes get impossibly darker, and he lifts his hips for me to pull down his sweats and boxers enough for the giant appendage to spring free. "My cum goes deep in your pussy."

It's a rumbling command, and one I don't quite understand; he never comes anywhere other than my pussy, even though he says dirty, filthy things about coming down my throat, or all over my tits, or even deep in my ass.

I slide his sweatpants and boxers off. Holding his stare, I lean closer, sticking out my tongue and flick it over the head of his shaft, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum.

His jaw ticks, and his breath is held until I wrap my lips around his head, letting it fill my mouth as I slowly slide down.

"Fuck, princess," he groans.

I keep going, encouraged by how he sounds so close to losing control. I don't want him calm and in control; I want him wild and unleashed like he had been when he took my virginity.

His hand tunnels into my hair, holding the back of my head. "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so well. Learning so fast."

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