Page 95 of Crazed

Did he find out what Leo wants me to do?

Oh God. Maybe he'll kill me, and this is his last hurrah with me.

In a swift move, Massimo flips me onto my back. His warm frame is a perfect contrast against the cool leather. He slides his hand up my arm, wrapping it around my fingers that still grip the chain.

"Relax, dolce," he instructs.

I release my grasp on the chain, but I'm still shaking.

He drags his knuckles over my cheek, pinning his blues on mine. He praises, "Good girl."

All the guilt I constantly have spirals faster. I take a few shaky breaths.

He flips his hand and swipes at my tears. In a firm voice, he declares, "We aren't talking about this now. We'll discuss everything in Bora Bora. Understand?"

Too many questions plague me. More tears fall, and I hate myself for being so weak. Plus, I don't understand why he's being kind to me when he knows I've lied to him. I rack my mind some more, trying to figure out if there's anything else I've lied to him about, but everything has to do with Leo.

"I need you to tell me you understand," he says.

I nod. My cheeks grow wetter, and I choke out, "Okay."

He inhales deeply, not removing his authoritative gaze from me. My heart beats against his chest and his against mine. I wonder how two people can fit together so perfectly when one is supposed to betray the other. And then it hits me that this will be the last time we're together. Whatever he knows, he isn't going to sweep it under the rug. Maybe we aren't even going to Bora Bora. Perhaps this flight is only to get me far away so he can kill me and then dispose of my body.

It's better than dying at Leo's hand. At least if Massimo kills me, it's because I deserve it.

The entire notion that this is it and my seconds on Earth are limited creates a new panic in me. I lift my head, getting an inch from his lips, and admit, "No matter what, I love you. I've never loved anyone before, but I do love you. Please believe me." His face turns blurry from the fresh emotions that besiege me.

He tightens his fist around my hands, caresses my cheek, and leans closer until his lips press into mine. I desperately slide my tongue into his mouth, wanting all of him and needing to show him that I'm not lying about how I feel about him. I wrap my legs around his thighs, lift my hips, and attempt to have him slide back inside me, but he freezes.

His eyes harden, returning to the dominant expression he wears whenever we do anything sexual. Even with all my worries and sorrows, the butterflies in my gut go crazy. He questions, "Do you think your punishment is over?"

"I-I..." I blow out an emotion-filled breath of air.

"You want Daddy's cock?" he asks.

"Yes. Please, Daddy," I whisper, falling right back into my role. New endorphins ignite in my cells. Calling him Daddy turns me on, adding to my confusion. This entire plane ride has been full of surprises. I should have felt humiliated when Chanel studied me, or when she told me I was beautiful, or when she instructed Massimo to use his right hand when he slapped my ass. Instead of feeling shame, it added to my anticipation, lighting me up to the point my nerves were buzzing.

Massimo adds fuel to my perversion when he says, "Everyone on this plane knows you're a filthy, naughty girl. And you still want more?"

"Yes," I answer without hesitation.

"You came without my permission. I should tie you up in the bedroom and leave you there for the rest of the flight," he threatens.

"No! Please, Daddy," I beg.

Moments pass in a haze of sexual tension. I hold my breath as he studies me until I can't take it anymore.

"Please. I won't come again until you permit me," I promise.

He remains silent. Every second feels like torture. More arrogance floods his sharp features. He finally questions, "Why should I believe you? You don't handle punishments with my cock as well as others."

It's true. I have the hardest time not coming when he's inside me, but I'm desperate for him to set my body on fire while ordering me not to fall over the cliff. And I know he's the most dominant when he punishes me like this. I beg, "Please. I promise you. I'll wait until you tell me to come."

He sniffs hard then grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head until it's as far back as possible.

I gasp, push my hips closer to him, and whisper, "Please, Daddy. Punish me."

He murmurs in my ear, "If you come before I permit you, I will tie you up in the bedroom and leave you there. There won't be any second chances, Katiya. Do you understand?"

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