Page 106 of Crazed

"If you trust me, show me. Fully submit," he orders, sliding a hand between us and manipulating my clit.

"Massimo! Oh God!" I shriek.

He slows his thrusts, matching the rotation of his fingers. "You love me, you say? Then show me," he demands.

"Please," I beg, ready to fall over the edge, putting everything I have into not releasing.

He sucks on my breast, and my body arches into his. He does it to the other and drags his teeth on the edges of my nipples.

"Mass—"

"Who am I?" he growls.

"Daddy! Oh God! Please," I plead. More adrenaline rushes into my cells, but I refrain from letting it overpower me.

"What does your daddy do for you?" he barks.

"H-he...oh..."

"Answer me!" he commands, increasing the speed of his hand and thrusts.

"Makes me feel...oh...so...good," I barely get out.

"What else," he snarls.

"Come," I whisper in a hoarse voice.

He moves his lips an inch from mine. In an angry voice, he insists, "I protect you."

I nod, breath hitched, trying to keep my eyes open.

"From everyone," he says, his chest pushing into mine harder with each inhale he takes.

I lean up to kiss him, but he retreats.

He creates more tension in my body and demands, "Do you understand how this works between us?"

Bright light hits my eyes. I fight my orgasm, unable to answer.

"I'm the one you trust," he declares, thrusting faster. "I'm the one who protects you. There won't be any more lies between us going forward."

All I can reply is, "I love you." Sweat pops out on my skin. A wave of heat rushes to my cheeks, making me dizzy.

"Tell me you agree, Katiya," he orders.

"I... I... I agree...oh God! Please let me come. I...can't...oh..."

"Don't you come," he barks again.

"Massimo," I cry out, fresh tears falling as my body clutches his shaft. "Please!"

"You're not coming, dolce. You'll take more of me," he states.

"Please," I beg again. I'm at the point I love the most. Everything is overwhelming. The sensations shooting through every atom of my being are ones I crave when we're not together. All I smell and feel is him. It's as if he's a part of me. Everything about giving him my full submission and letting him take over control of my body is pure heaven. I dig my nails deeper into his flexing shoulder muscles as he pounds into me harder.

He reaches toward the headboard, and the sound of metal hits my ears. "Hands up," he demands.

I obey, and he cuffs my wrists. The light in his eyes changes to the crazed, dominant man I'm obsessed with, but everything about it appears darker than normal. A morsel of fear pops in me, turning into tingles racing down my spine.

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