Page 60 of Dangerous Attraction

Rolling to face him, I cupped his cheek. “How about you just live for me and love me?”

“I’ll love you until the end of time, Madison. You have my heart in your hands. It is you that has the power to destroy me. Never forget that.”

“Me?” I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’m only a girl. You’re a man with so much at his disposal. How could I destroy you?”

“If you ever left me, you’d take my beating heart. The air that I breathe exists because you’re near me. Without you, I’ve realized I’m an incomplete man. Take you away and I have nothing… not even myself.”

“How did I get so lucky to find you?” A tear slipped down my cheek.

“It’s me who’s lucky.”

Melding our lips together, I felt the familiar desire pooling in my belly. This man thought I had power over him, but he brought me to my knees with a simple look or touch.

“You make me wanton with need, Bella.” His erection dug into my belly as we kissed and touched.

Being apart made me realize how much I needed him in my world.

“Take me to the shower and fuck me.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw, sucking the tender flesh.

Massimo moved quickly, pulling me into his arms as he carried us both to the bathroom. He deposited me on the counter and turned on the showerheads. The stall was as big as the walk-in closet, making it roomy enough for both of us. One wall had a long bench, wide enough to lie down on. The ceiling had recessed lighting and multiple showerheads that made it feel like rain was falling. There were even sprayers embedded in the walls.

Watching Massimo’s nude body move around the massive enclosure made my pussy ache with need. Although he had been my first, I couldn’t imagine anyone comparing to him. The way my body responded to him had me believing he was made for me.

Scooping me off the vanity, he carried me into the stall. The mist warmed my skin as he held me beneath the spray. My legs wrapped securely around his waist as he held me close to his chest. Our lips melted together, the passion lighting the flame of need inside us.

Massimo sat down on the bench, my legs resting on either side of him. My core was poised over the head of his cock, making it easy to slip him inside me. My pussy wrapped around his shaft as he burrowed deep inside my womb. When he flexed his hips, my walls spasmed around his dick, drawing a guttural moan from his throat.

We were lost in the rhythm of our love as the water surrounded us with a mist of lust. Every fiber was firing on heat and desire, causing my whole body to quake with an explosive orgasm. I screamed out, leaning my head back into the water. Massimo sucked my nipple into his mouth, licking and biting the pink flesh.

“I can’t hold on, Baby. Cum with me one more time.”

Bouncing, I flexed my legs and rubbed my clit against his pubic bone. My nub was swollen and needy, begging for release. He thrust up into me, ramming his cock against my cervix. His eyes squeezed shut as his breathing became erratic. He was just as close as I was. Like a flash of light, our bodies exploded in a feverish climax. My center clamped down on his shaft, forcing every ounce of his seed from him. Collapsing against him, I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He eased me off him, sitting me on the bench beside him.

“Wait here, Bella. I’m going to clean you up and get us back to bed.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he wiped the evidence of our coupling from my legs. I vaguely remember him wrapping a towel around me and carrying me to the bed. His body eased in behind me, the covers draped over our bodies as he held me against him.

In his arms, I felt as if I could conquer anything.

thirty-nine

MASSIMO

I leftMadison asleep in bed as I crept down the hallway. She needed to rest, and I still had to resolve some things between Antonio and me. Rounding the corner, I was surprised to find my grandmother sitting at the table.

“Nonna… what are you doing here?” I smiled as I spoke in Italian. I quickly realized her expression did not reciprocate my happiness. “Is it Grandfather?”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes shining with unspilled tears. Her accent was thick with remorse and sadness. “Giuseppe has gone to the angels, Massimo. Your father is at the hospital making the arrangements.”

“Where is Antonio?” I looked around, noticing how quiet the house was.

“He ran out of the house when I told him. He is somewhere on the grounds. I knew this would be hard on him. Your grandfather understood him in a way your father does not. It will take time for him to open up to you. Although,” she forced a small grin, “Your bride-to-be seems to have bonded to him.”

“Bride-to-be?” I scratched my head. “Madison? I have not asked her yet, Nonna. I take it you met her?”

“Yes. She sat at the hospital with Giuseppe and me. She is a lovely woman and will be a great addition to the Anastasi name. You are asking her to marry you?”

“Of course.”

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