Page 32 of Hunting

Their story sounds similar to Elena and Luca’s. Ivan arranged a marriage for his sister to marry Viktor, the first son of the Detroit Pakhan in exchange for support when he stages his coupe to take the Chicago throne from Mishkin. Apparently it was love at first sight for Viktor. Not so much Lena. She’s been giving him a hard time.

I heard Elena offer up Luca’s handcuffs to him. Luca had grumbled, but ended up handing them over. I laughed from my bed, wishing I could have been with them to see. Knowing Luca, I’m sure he will pay Elena back for that, and get her a collar or something permanent.

It’s now early afternoon and Massimo and I are finally headed to our room. I can’t wait to take a shower. Massimo had given me a sponge bath at the hospital after he refused to let any of the nurses do it.

I had no complaints. His hands lingered on my breasts a bit longer than professional. Other than that, he was a gentleman and I appreciated it. I was getting turned on by the heated look in his eyes, and as much as I was ready to take the plunge with him and give him my virginity, I did not want it on an uncomfortable hospital bed with both strangers and family only feet away in the hallway.

Massimo is ahead of me when we reach our door. He seems to pause at it for a moment before he opens the door wide. He doesn’t step in. I tilt my head and give him a curious look. His answer to my nonverbal question is to nod towards the room. His lips turning up into a smile.

I give him a small smile back and enter the room. It take a moment for my brain to connect to what my eyes were seeing. When they do, the whole room clouds. My vision becoming blurry with tears.

Hundreds of roses and tulips are scattered around the room. A couple dozen flameless candles light a path to the bed, as well as split off and lead a second path to the bathroom. I move forward a few steps. Next to the bed is a bottle of champagne on ice, and two empty flutes. The bed has a new red comforter on it with white rose petals placed in the shape of a heart in the center.

I turn quickly and launch into Massimo’s arms. He laughs as he catches me. “I love you Massimo.”

“I love you too Livianna.” His lips press mine in a tender kiss. It’s perfect. This moment is perfect.

“How did you do all this?” I ask. He hasn’t left my side for more than a few minutes in almost twenty-four hours.

Taking my hand, he leads me deeper into the room. He stops to fill up the glasses of champagne. Then hands me one before leading me into the bathroom. This room is decorated too. The bathtub is filled with water, bubbles, and flowers. The counters are lined with more candles. “I bought everything two days ago and kept it in a guest room down the hall. I was waiting for the right time. The plan was to surprise you last night when we got back from the Club. Milan had offered her help. She knew where everything was. As soon as I texted her we were on our way home, she rushed to get this all done.”

“Thank you.” I says with as much sincerity as I can muster. My heart is overflowing with the love I feel for this man.

“Let’s take a bathe first. I don’t think the one at the hospital should count.”

“You just want to see me naked and wet.” I’m surprised by the level of sass I let out.

He barks a laugh, as his large, calloused hands grasp the hem of my dress and pull it over my body and drops it on the floor. There was no way I could wear a bra with it’s plunging neckline, so sanes the dress, I’m left with only a pair of panties. His hands skim up and down my sides as he takes my mouth in a long, slow kiss.

While my brain still functions, I have the mind to unbutton his shirt and shift it off his shoulders so it too can fall to the floor. He takes a step back from me and removes his undershirt.

Damn, I love looking at him. His deeply cut muscles beg for me to run my hands, or tongue on them. Later. I promise myself I will later. My hands then go to his belt. I get it undone before my hands begin to shake. I knew I would be nervous, I just didn’t realize I would be this nervous. I mean, it’s Massimo. The man I love. Why should I be nervous about finally making love to him? Holy shit. Is that what we are doing? Are we having sex, or are we making love?

A tap on my nose stops my train of thought. “Are you always going to boop me?”

“Are you always going to ignore me when I’m naked in favor of your secret thoughts?” I take a moment to realize what he said before my eyes scan down his body. Stopping at the rather large appendage that is standing tall and leaking from the tip.

“Holy shit.” I whisper, not too quietly. He’s huge.

He gives a laugh before his hand goes to his swollen cock and gives it a stroke. My eyes are mesmerized at the motion. “You can touch it.” I tear my eyes from his cock to look at his eyes, but my eyes have a mind of their own, and go back down. “It’s not going to bite you.”

This time, I’m the one who laughs. “I know. I just…I’ve never.” His hand under my chin, lifts my gaze to his. His lips press softly on mine.

“I know babe. Look, touch, suck. Whatever you want to do, I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” I whisper back.

“Damn right you are. Now let’s ignore the big guy and get in the bath. If you want to explore more when we get done, we can. Let me take care of you first.” I don’t have the words so I nod and let him pull me into the bathe. The water is warm. The scent of lavender hitting my senses and immediately calming my nerves.

Massimo sinks down into the water behind me. Once he’s settled he pulls my back to his front. His erection digging into my ass. I give a little squirm. Curious about the feel of it. Massimo’s hands go to my hips and hold me still. “Steady sweetheart. I truly meant I was only going to wash you in here.”

I can’t help the moan of disappointment as it escapes my lips. Massimo doesn’t sound too put off. In fact his hands reach up to tug and pinch my already pointed nipple. They are so sensitive, another moan slips out.

Massimo’s mouth joins the action next with a kiss to my neck, then a bite, and then another kiss. He repeats the action until I am a moaning mess. Begging him to touch me where I need him most. He doesn’t. Instead his lips and hands leave my body.

I want to argue and yell for him to put them back, until he has the hand sprayer for the water running over my head, followed by a hand massaging in shampoo. “Oh god, that feels god.”

“I’ll always take care of my girl.” He whispers. “In here,” he rubs my scalp with his left hand. “And here.” His right hand is suddenly between my legs. Sliding through my slit, gliding by my entrance and then tenderly stroking my clit.

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