That would probably do it. That, and the fact I’ve never been with anyone else.
But I already know I don’t want to be with anyone else. I know no one will ever measure up to him.
Yes, he’s stolen everything from me. Including my heart.
25
Massimo
Istare at the ceiling for the longest time. She wants to know if I like her? Fuck, of course I like her.
Hell, I might even fuckingloveher.
And that terrifies me.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do. Things were never supposed to go this far.
Angela Amato was going to be my toy, a tool of revenge against her father and nothing more.
And now I’ve gone and fallen hard for her.
I shut my eyes. It’s going to be so hard giving her up. But maybe I don’t half to? Luciano will come home later today with another hostage and we can use her to scam the Rizzos. Then, me and Angela can go to her father and she can tell him to fuck off.
I smile sadly. I know she’d never do that. She loves her father.
Yes, tomorrow I’ll have to give her up, no matter what.
It’s going to be hard.
I wish I deserved her. I wish she’d choose me over her family.
Finally, I look at her.
She’s gazing at me intently. She seems sad, but also expectant. She wants an answer. Wants to know if I “like” her.
But I can’t tell her. I can’t bring myself. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m afraid she’ll return the sentiment, which will only make it hurt all the more when we have to part tomorrow.
Besides, actions speak louder than words.
So I fuck her again.
And again.
I fuck her all day, pausing only a short moment after each climax to recover. Sometimes I let her ride, sometimes I’m on top, sometimes we do the 69. I eat her out, she blows me. Our fingers, our lips, our most intimate parts, are intertwined, our bodies physically linked, for the rest of the day. Some sessions I pound her brutally, others I make love slowly, tenderly. The same is true with her when I allow her on top: she’ll alternate between bucking wildly and rocking slowly back and forth.
I’ve never had sexual stamina like this, not in all my life, but somehow she’s doing it to me. Or maybe it’s the realization that this is our last day together. I don’t know, but I’m not going to complain. I’m going to enjoy every moment of this. And remember it forever.
Finally, after one particularly savage session, we rest. My back throbs—she’s been digging her nails into my skin these last few times during climax. Marking me. It’s fine: we’ve been giving each other some pretty mind-blowing orgasms, so a little collateral damage can be expected. I’ve done some marking of my own—she’s going to have hickeys all over tomorrow. So even though I have to give her up, I’ve still branded her as mine.
I notice it’s getting dark out.
“We’ve been fucking for hours,” she says breathlessly. “My cunt is raw. Going to hurt all day tomorrow.”
“So will I,” I tell her. “But that’s okay, you’re worth a sore cock.”
She rests a hand on my cheek. “Oh Massimo. You’re soveryromantic!”
The sarcasm in her voice makes me chuckle.
