“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I feel myself blushing slightly as I smooth the fabric. “I’ve never had anything like this before.”
“Really? I find that hard to imagine.”
“It’s true. My father never had any extra money for stuff like this.” I tug at the hem, flattening it over and over. “I was always just sort of there. Not earning anything, not useful for much. Our family hit hard times a little while back, and life was slowly wasting away.”
“But the Russo name is still good in our world.”
“Maybe the name is, but the business sure as hell isn’t. Papa was always a stressed-out nightmare, and my brothers were doing their best to hold it all together. Momma treated me like a burden.”
Mass comes up behind me. He puts his hands on my arms, lightly trailing his fingertips down the bare skin and back up again, one hand moving down my chest to rest lightly over my racing heart.
“You’re not a burden. Nobody should ever treat you like that.”
“It was true though. The men worked. They earned their keep. While I was just… a problem.” I smile and lean back against him. His hand slips lower, over one breast, rolling around a stiff nipple. It feels good. “I snuck out. Went dancing. I was trying to live a little, but I knew it was only causing trouble for myparents. People saw me. They knew what was going on, and you know how our world can be.”
“They talked.”
“Stupid rumors. You know the sort of stuff.”
“But that young man I found you with…” He trails off. His fingers dig into my skin slightly.
“He never did that before.”
“Nobody ever will again.” Mass pulls me around roughly. He stares into my eyes. “You’re mine now, Allie. I know it’s been hard for you to accept, but no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone get close to you. Your old life is over.”
I close my eyes as he kisses my neck. I feel him getting hard against my ass. I let those words play through my mind over and over. My old life is over… my old life is over…
He’s right. Those days are gone. I pretended like I wanted to go back, but what is there for me in New York? A family that doesn’t want me. A mother that doesn’t care. A father that tried to sell me once, all because I had shamed them.
But here, I have Mass. A man who cares about me. A man who will do anything for me.
The father of my daughter.
I turn and kiss him hard. It’s sudden and intense. I need him badly, more than I’ve ever wanted him before. I devour his mouth before dropping down to my knees, eagerly ripping at his slacks to get at his stiffening cock. He’s almost entirely hard when I get to him, and I take him into my mouth, sucking at the last of his softness.
He stiffens between my lips.
“Fuck, Allie, I love getting hard in your mouth,” he growls, gripping my hair.
I feel crazy but good. It’s all too much. This place, this luxury. The way he treats me.
I find myself wanting it. Needing it.
Missing Mass when he’s not here.
I suck him harder, sloppy, stupid, stroking and moaning as I do it. I make him groan, glowing with the power of how I’m the one giving him pleasure. When he’s thrusting into my mouth and his words are only garbled gasps of bliss, I pull back.
“Fuck me,” I plead, kissing him hard. “Don’t come yet. Fuck me first.”
His eyes blaze as he throws me onto the bed. The poor, pretty silk dress gets ripped from my body. He devours me, kissing my neck, my breasts, licking my pussy hungrily, before grabbing me and yanking me to the edge of the bed. His muscles glisten in the half-light streaming in through the window as he sinks his thick cock deep into my pussy with one easy thrust.
“That’s my good girl,” he moans, eyelids fluttering. His long lashes are gorgeous. He gives me soft, bedroom stares as I lift my arms above my head and take his cock deep between my legs.
“Keep going,” I plead, pushing back against him. “I need to feel you.”
He fucks me faster, filling me to the brim. I’m right on the edge, glowing, my body on fire for him. Mass is everything I need.He’s controlling, dominant, beautiful, and tender. Strangely soft when he needs to be. And the way he looks at Rosie is too much.
