His eyebrow raises and he tsks.“Still, kitten.I’ll give you what you want, even if you don’t say my name tonight, because you will eventually, you know it, and I know it.”
My head shakes from side to side, trying to be resolute.“I won’t…”
His tongue washes over me and I almost scream his name.Instead I thrash my head from side to side as two fingers slide deep inside, stroking me in just the right way, curling deliciously around the front wall and that sensitive spot, oh my god, and when his tongue washes over me again, my body comes apart, trembling uncontrollably as he devours his reward, eking out my pleasure for eons until he has licked every drop of cream.
And then the devil has the audacity to smile.“That was delicious, kitten.Tomorrow, we’ll try it with your hands tied.”
15
Massimo
Ikiss her mound, and then lick each of my fingers, watching her lust-filled eyes track every move I make.She closes her legs demurely, and I allow it, because Sophia can have anything that she wants.If I didn’t know it before, I know it now.She is perfection, her light to my darkness, her softness to my hardness.Even when she pretends to be hard, I see the softness of her delicate nature, one that tells me she really doesn’t belong in this world.
But I already know it’s where I want her to be and that one day soon she is going to be mine, at least for a year.
I grasp her waist and pull her into my lap, pushing her dark hair from her eyes.A man could get lost in such deep pools of expression, especially after watching her come apart in my hands while my cock still rages to find her heat.I tilt her chin to me and kiss her moistened lips.“Until tomorrow, kitten.”
Sophia lets out a little huff.“How many nights?”
I try my best to hide the smirk and don’t keep her in suspense.“Every night, until the debt is paid.Some nights I’ll even come to you.I’m eager to hear my name spill from your pretty little lips in a scream, Sophia.”
Her dark eyes go wide.“We’re enemies,” she says softly.“You’ve taken me from my home, are making me pay for something we do not owe.Yet, there’s this.”She motions a finger between us as the wetness of her bare pussy dampens the raging hard on barely contained in my slacks.
“We don’t have to be enemies if you say I do.”
That mask Sophia sometimes wears comes off.“My father would disown me, my sister would even disown me.”She inhales a deep breath and averts her eyes.“I have humiliated myself.I blame the first night we met.I was so disoriented, I didn’t know who you were, and you were so nice, and kind, and gentle.”Her eyes pin me with their stare.“I swear, you’re like two different people Massimo Roselli.A gentleman and a devil, that’s what I should call you.”
I grin and push back a wayward piece of her hair.“If it helps, I had no idea who you were until the next day.Jimmy told me when he took you back to your house, he realized at the ninth hour who you were.He told me that you got out of the car at the gatehouse and took care of things to prevent a scene.”
Her eyes widen.“A scene?”she scoffs.“One of the Roselli soldiers bringing me home would have caused an all-out war!He would have been dead on the spot, and you would have been hunted like a dog.Perhaps that’s what my family is doing right now, sniffing you out, and getting ready for the kill.”
She grins again, and it makes me want to trace the little lines around her lips to etch them into my memory in case this is the only night we have.In case in the dead of night, her father unleashes the holy reign of terror that our family soldiers would inflict if the situations were reversed, and they were holding one of our loved ones.
Her dark eyes penetrate my very soul.“If it makes you feel any better, I sent my own capo, my closest friend, to take you home, not just a soldier.”
Sophia gives me a smile, a genuine smile that tells me that my little kitten is far from immune because no matter our differences, it’s clear there’s a connection of the souls no enemies should ever have.“You felt something too that night?”
I stroke a finger down her neck, watching the little pulse beat erratically on the side of her neck.I’ve thought of nothing else since that night.“You know I did.”
All of a sudden, her eyes narrow.“Wait, this isn’t about that, right?You didn’t take me because you wanted me, right?There really is a debt that is owed?”
It’s not an unreasonable thought.The Rosellis are known for taking what they want, especially my father, and grandfather and his before that.I give her a rueful smile.“Afraid not, kitten.Your father ordered the hijacking and destruction of our trucks, and my father is not the forgiving kind.The head of the Cassone family knew that a daughter may be what he had to pay before he gave that life-altering order.”
Sophia stands, grasps my shoulder for support, unstraddles herself from my lap in the most ladylike way possible, and heads to the window.It’s not near enough distance, but yet it allows for some much-needed space between us.I watch as she pushes aside the long lace.“This is a style of window dressing I remember seeing on our own windows as a young child, years ago, when Mamma was still alive and our life seemed a fairy tale.Now it’s just in tatters, just like the material that probably lies in the bottom of a box somewhere with the rest of her belongings.
She turns back to me.“Every night is a lot to ask.If I agree to every night, then you’ll allow me one call to my family, anyone I want.”
She’s hardly in a position to negotiate, yet she does it like someone who is seasoned to the life, with steadfast softness, but tough enough to stand up to the evil forces we so often find ourselves face to face with, especially in this world.Sophia Cassone will make a formidable queen someday, and whether she knows it now or not, tonight has sealed her fate.Just for a year, but still, there is no escaping the outcome for her because I plan to win.
In order to receive one must be willing to meet someone halfway, concede, if just a little, and a phone call hardly seems an unreasonable request.What’s the harm, other than her telling her family where she is.My soldiers have already confirmed her father knows exactly where she is, it’s just a matter of waiting to see what he does, send the soldiers on his payroll who remain, or return money that is owed my father.It’s really up to him.
I close the distance between us, caging her between the delicate lace of the curtains and the strength of my body from behind, and whisper in her ear.“You’ll take a hot bubble bath this evening, get a good night’s sleep, and join me for breakfast on the balcony off your suite in the morning.Then, I will allow your call.One call, and I will be listening.”
A slight tremor runs down the length of her body as I caress the sensitive skin of her neck with the touch of my lips.“Until morning, kitten.Sleep well.”
All I can think of as I put distance between us, as I leave her watching out the window to head out for the night, is which will be more important to the elder Cassone?His daughter or the money?My jaw sets achingly firm at the thought of the lousy fuck she protects purposely putting Sophia’s life in danger.What if someone else had taken her, sent her to the warehouse, given an order to extract information from the enemy as my father would have liked?
My jaw is still tense when I get outside, thinking about that fuck of a father.I slide into the black sedan waiting at the entrance to my home.
