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I close my eyes briefly, allowing the quiet tears to fall as I release the weight of my burdens. I’m not ready to fully believe what he’s saying, but the act of confessing my darkest secrets provides relief I didn’t know I needed. I’ve carried this terrible secret for so long that I didn’t realize how heavily it laid on my soul.
I meet his gaze and find that his eyes are full of storm clouds. His righteous anger on my behalf bolsters my strength, and I draw in a calming breath.
“My stepfather made me feel like I owed him for everything he provided for me.” I finish my explanation. “I had to behave because he gave me a place to live and food to eat. I couldn’t complain because he sent me to private school. So, I never acted out.
“Until I went to college, and I chose to study Photography instead of pursuing an Accounting degree. My mother railed at me about it. She said I’d never amount to anything, and I wouldn’t be able to take care of them in their old age if I was a poor artist. I stood by my decision, defying them for the first time in my life. They cut me off. Financially, my stepfather paid for the rest of my college education—probably for appearances. But they don’t speak to me anymore. I haven’t heard from them in six years.”
Massimo’s voice is tight with anger when he says, “How could anyone reject you,dolcezza?” He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “They never deserved you.”
I release a shaky exhale, and my tears stop falling. “Thank you.”
“For what? For treating you the way you should be treated? Never thank me for that. It’s my job to take care of you. Let me.”
I nod. I’m only starting to truly understand Massimo, but deep in my bones, I know I can trust him.
He kisses my forehead again. “Good girl.”
He reaches for the necklace, retrieving it from the open box.
“Lift your hair for me.”
I follow his command without hesitation, ready to accept the sign that I’m with him.
We’re in a dangerous location, and in a little while, we’ll be surrounded by dangerous men once again. The necklace will mark me as Massimo’s, and no one will dare to approach me. I can quietly remain by his side while he goes about his sordid business. I might not like that business, but I’ll be safe. Cherished.
My eyes sting again when the delicate clasp closes at my nape. This time, the emotion that surges isn’t grief; I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire for me.
Massimo doesn’t just want my body. He treasures all of me. He wants to know me, just as I want to understand him better. I crave more of this strong, gorgeous man.
I kiss the hard line of his square jaw, and my lips tingle at the light scrape of his dark stubble. I flick the shell of his ear with my tongue before running it down the length of his neck.
He sucks in a shocked breath at my boldness, but he doesn’t stop me from exploring his body, worshipping him with my mouth. I trail more soft kisses over his chest, down his abs. I sink to my knees, bracing my hands on his hips and tugging the towel free.
His thick erection juts toward the waiting heat of my mouth, and I open for him. Before I taste the bead of precum on his cockhead, his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me back.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice guttural.
He towers over me, his massive body seeming larger than ever. I’m small in his shadow, but with his firm hands on me, I feel safe, sheltered. His eyes burn with lust, and a surge of feminine power rolls through me. This strong man desires me.
“Look at me when you take my cock in your mouth. I want to watch you swallow every inch of me.”
My belly flutters, equal parts trepidation and desire. He’s bigeverywhere.I’m not sure if I can comply, but I want to please him.
Keeping him locked in my hungry stare, I lick his cockhead like I’m sampling the most decadent dessert. His low groan goes straight to my head, and power floods me. His nostrils flare, and his fingers tighten in my hair, tugging just hard enough to light up my scalp with little pinpricks of pain. Sparks dance down my spine, reaching my heated core. My clit pulses, and my thighs grow slick with my own desire.
I grasp his length in one hand and hum my approval, running my lips down the side of his shaft as I learn the shape of him. Hebites out a low curse, fisting my hair and guiding me where he wants me.
My lips part, and I welcome him into my mouth in a slow, steady slide. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him as I swirl my tongue around him. When his cockhead reaches the back of my throat, I can’t quite manage to take him in.
He pulls back, allowing me space to breathe. “You’re doing so well,farfallina. You can take me.”
His praise and encouragement make honeyed warmth pool low in my belly. I’ll do anything to please him, anything to make him come undone for me.
I resume licking him, learning every caress that makes him hiss and groan. His cock throbs in my mouth, signaling that he’s nearing orgasm.
I pump his shaft with one hand, stimulating the length that won’t fit into my mouth. With my other hand, I cup his balls, testing the weight and shape of him. He snarls and thrusts deep, as though he can’t help himself.
He’s losing control. Forme.
