Page 117 of Tainted Obsession 1
“I have another surprise for you,” he murmurs against my lips.
My delighted laugh fills the secluded cove, and his eyes practically glow with awe.
He grasps my hand in his and urges me to swim past the ruin and toward the arched entrance to the cove. The water turns colder as we pass beneath the shadow of the cliff and enter the deeper water of the Mediterranean Sea.
My stomach dips with unease when the temperature drops, but my moment of disquiet is fleeting.
A small yacht waits for us: thesirena, according to the name painted onto the hull in crisp black script.
“Is this for us?” I ask.
Massimo shoots me a heart-melting grin and swims the final few meters to the yacht. “I borrowed it from Enzo for today.”
I follow him, offering a wide, giddy smile in return. I take this as a promising sign of Enzo’s approval. I’ll have to thank him at the first opportunity.
We reach the ladder at the stern, and Massimo helps me climb aboard. As soon as my feet are steady under me, he pulls me in for a swift, almost savage kiss: a promise of what’s to come.
Massimo gives me another orgasm in the shower, but once again, he denies us both the pleasure of making love. My body burns for him, and I know he attains his own carnal satisfaction through controlling himself as much as he relishes controlling my pleasure. I trust that whatever he has planned for me will be explosive, and when we finally join together, I will weep with the intensity of my bliss.
He places me on his lap, his hands lingering around my waist, my hips, my thighs. He strokes me through the thin barrier of the gossamer, flowing sage green dress he provided for me. It barely conceals my body, covering my most intimate areas while revealing the shape of my curves.
I know he’d never allow the staff to see me naked, but Massimo likes showing me off; he’s proud to have me in his arms, and his possessiveness mirrors my own for him.
Now, the servers have discreetly left us alone with our meal, no doubt giving us privacy that Massimo has requested.
I wait patiently while he cuts into the prosciutto and melon starter, and honeyed warmth gathers low in my belly as I anticipate his next move. He lifts a bite of one of my favorite dishes to my lips, and I eagerly open them to accept his offering. His eyes glint with hunger for me, not the food. His full focuscenters on me, as though I’m the most important thing in his world.
I watch him with rapt fascination, losing myself in my love for this strong, tender man as he cares for me in the way he likes best. He indulges himself in providing for me, and I feel his cock stir with each bite, until his impressive erection is stiff against my ass.
I squirm in his lap, seeking simulation on my desire-slicked pussy. His free hand firms on my hip, and he issues a low, warning growl not to tease him.
I still, melting into his control. He hums his approval and presses a doting kiss to my forehead.
By the time dessert is served, lust torments me. I don’t care about whatever sweet treat he’s planned for me; I wanthim.
His arrogant smirk is a touch wicked as he denies me, lifting a bite of tiramisu to my lips before teasingly withdrawing the offering.
I shoot him an exaggerated pout.
He chuckles and traces the line of my lips with his other hand.
“Greedy girl. What should I do with you?”
“Make love to me,” I tell him, more of a breathy command than a plea.
He kisses my cheek. “So demanding. I think I should make you wait.”
A frustrated whine slips from me. “Massimo…”
He laughs again, a sound of dark delight. He’s only taken a few sips of limoncello, but his heavy-lidded gaze makes him appear almost drunk on his power over me.
“So, you don’t want to talk about our wedding?” he taunts, tracing the outline of my engagement ring.
I shake my head. I don’t want to talk right now; I want to moan and scream his name.
“I don’t need a wedding,” I say quickly. “I’ll marry you under any circumstances. We can go to a courthouse tomorrow.”
He fixes me with an indulgent smile as he idly touches the diamond necklace that marks me as his.
