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Guilt slashes through me at the thought of using Massimo like that.

But quickly on its heels are his words to Vito, along with the reminder that he doesn't want to get me pregnant.

His knuckles run down my cheek as he frowns, studying me, trying to read my thoughts. "Hey, where did you go in your head?"

I turn my face away. Or try to, but he's having none of that and makes me look at him. He studies me for a long beat, then he kisses my forehead and stands from the bed, making me feel cold and empty without him.

He's wearing a rumpled dress shirt and slacks. My mouth goes dry as he undoes his shirt with his eyes locked on me. My mouth goes drier still as his massive, strong, and tattooed chest, shoulders, and arms are revealed. Wetness pools between my legs as I watch him undo his pants, and he pushes them and his boxer briefs down. His erection—as massive as he is—springs free and slaps his abs.

"Jesus," I croak, my eyes widening in shock, even though I've seen it before.

His smile should be outlawed. As should the sight of him gripping that massive erection and giving it a slow stroke along its length.

"Soon, princess." Then he turns, giving me the view of hisglorious, sculpted backside. The muscles in his broad back, ass, and strong legs flex and coil as he walks to the dresser. When he turns back to me, he's holding a tray. On the dresser, there's a warming plate the tray had been set on.

I sit up, clutching the blanket to my chin, even though I'm wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and watch him come to the bed.

"Up and undress."

I go rigid.

He curses and sets the tray down on the bedside table. Sitting on the bed, he reclines back, watching me. "I didn't mean to order you. I'm sorry, Nova. However, I would love it if you were naked while we ate, princess."

Suddenly, my clothes constrict tightly, and I want that. Very much.

I quickly get off the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head, then push down my sleep shorts.

His monster cock jerks as his gaze sweeps over me, and the realization of the power I have over him courses through me.

I kneel on the bed. "What now?" I ask, unsure of what to do.

"You decide how we'll sit and eat."

I bite my lip. "How do you want me?"

His cock jerks again. "I want you sitting impaled on my cock—just sitting on it, not moving, but with it deep inside you—while I feed you." His eyes stare deep into mine as I blush and my core pulses. "But since I haven't had the privilege and pleasure of your virginity yet—and that cockwarming kink and desire isn't possible right now—I'd love for you to straddle me, with your pussy lips settling on either side of my dick, while I feed you."

Jesus. H. Christ.

Before I know it, I'm doing exactly that. Crawling over to him, swinging my leg over his hips, and lowering down on him. He pulls his erection so it is flat against his stomach, and I wiggle until my pussy lips are split with his steel length wedged between them.

I've never been naked in front of a man before, never have been touched or kissed until Massimo, but here I am, with no qualms or embarrassment. Like this is the most natural way to eat a meal.

"Good girl," he rasps, staring up at me. "Fuck, you're so wet, princess."

My core clenches, and his expression tells me he felt every movement of that.

"Feeling your pussy clench around my dick is going to destroy me." His large hands settle on my hips and squeeze. "But first, let me take care of you before I fill that soaked pussy with my seed."

My mouth falls open. Hearing cum being referred to as 'seed' shouldn't be hot… But holy Christ, my pussy throbs.

His dark smile tells me feels that as well. "What do you say, princess?"

His voice is a caress, and my nipples pucker painfully.

"Yes."

Chapter 39

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