“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he rasps as his lips tease mine. “Giving up control momentarily.”
“I don’t like giving up control.”
“But you do with me.”
“I trust you with it.”
Handing over control to Massimo is freeing and liberating, like taking a break and letting him pull my strings. I never realized how exhausting it was to be me until I didn’t have to be, suddenly finding it easier to breathe.
Massimo enhances my life in countless ways. He might enjoy dominating me, but he never makes me feel inferior to him.
He’s the king of the castle, but he knows that a powerful queen only amplifies his sovereignty.
Chapter thirty-two
Alessia
“Icannot believe you’ll be a De Luca in three weeks,” Gemma says as soon as the seamstress for her final dress fitting leaves.
“Ah…” I sigh as I throw myself back on my bed with a blissful look on my face. “I know.” I’ll always be a Bonetti at heart, but holy fuck. I’m really marrying Massimo De Luca.
“And it’s not because of some alliance,” she mutters, and I feel the bed dip beside me.
I turn to my side and prop my head up on my hand. “It’s not. I love him. Like a lot.”
She grimaces. “Massimo De Luca. That’s who you fell in love with.”
“Yes. And he happens to love me back.” I grin with zero fucks given.
“Well, of course, he loves you back. You’re awesome and gorgeous. He’s…scary.”
“And a lot of people would say the same thing about me.” I shrug. “We’re like twin conflagrations.”
She actually laughs at that one. Then she grows quiet, screwing her lips to the side in deep thought. “And you swear he treats you right? Like…in the bedroom?”
I waggle my eyebrows at her. “He definitely treats my right in the bedroom.” You can see the curiosity written all over her face. “And yes, there are handcuffs and spankings.”
“You mean to tell me that you let him handcuff you and spank you?” she asks in astonishment, and I nod my head. “For real. My sister, Alessia Bonetti, allows a man to handcuff her, leaving her exposed and helpless, and she likes it?”
“God, you make it sound less sexy. But yes. He handcuffs me to our bed and has his way with me.”
“And he spanks you. Like you let him strike you?”
“Once again, not making it sound as sexy as it is. And itissexy. Ask my soaked puss—”
“Gross, Less!” she shouts, making me crack up. She’s such a prude! How the hell is she my twin sister? She manages to crack a smile and shake her head at me playfully. “You really are insane, aren’t you?”
“Sure am. And you all still love me.”
“Only because we’d be afraid to turn our backs on you,” she utters under her breath, biting back a smile.
I let out a giggle. “Bullshit. My insanity is the best part of my charm.”
She snorts. “If that’s charm, then I guess I know exactly what it is that you see in him then.”
“I’m his dark half to his darker half.”
“Romantic,” she mutters dryly.