There would be no holding back even if I could, my body is too wound, too close and his voice and his command alone bring me rolling over the edge, every delicious wave as intense as the last as I tremble uncontrollably and he holds me tight, forcing another explosive orgasm to roll through my body before finally allowing it to end and me to rest.
My heart is still pounding and my legs are still quivering.I half expect the hardness pushing into my ass cheeks to find the center of my heat and drive in deep.There is not one thing in the world that would make me say no, even after already coming apart for this man twice in a row.
Instead, he places his arms underneath my legs and carries me up the steps, puts my robe over me, and proceeds to towel dry every inch of me before pulling my robe closed.Then he takes my hand and leads me into his room, gently placing me on the bed before getting in beside me and pulling me into his arms.
“Sleep, kitten, I’ve decided that I don’t want to make you scream my name.”
My chest tightens with a deep and profound regret.Massimo’s had a change of heart, something about what happened outside changed his mind.Maybe I overplayed my hand, should have let him think I would cave eventually, or the chemistry for him wasn’t as hot as it was for me.But I felt his hardness, and yet he didn’t make the move and isn’t making it now.Maybe the energy and chemistry is more one sided than I really thought.
The deep sinking feeling that he may just not be as into me as he was just moments before hits me right in the chest.It also means the deal is off.I won’t have a way to pay the debt off if I don’t win.But funny that’s not the very first thing that I thought of or that disappointed me the most.Although it is the one I can talk about and still save face, not show my hand or sacrifice my heart.
“You’re cancelling our deal?I thought the Rosellis had more honor than that.”
Massimo growls, pulling me close, tucking me into his arm before covering us with a light down comforter that feels cool to my heated skin.“I’m a man of my word, kitten.If you win, and I plan to ensure that you do not, then your family’s debt is paid, but if I win, you’ll not only agree to marry me, but you’ll do it the very day after you lose.”
My mouth gapes.“You are insane,” I whisper.
His eyebrow raises as he smirks.“Perhaps, now tell me to fuck you, kitten, before I go fucking insane.”
Relief floods every fiber of my being, and I already know it’s not just the thought of the debt.The thought that he may not want me stung, it hurt, it was excruciating in the moment because whether I like it or not, whether my family will like it or not, and whether it is forbidden or not, or will start one of the holiest of wars if discovered, I am falling for the Roselli devil.The one who will be the next king of New Jersey, the king of the golden coast in all its glory and every underground deal that’s made will come through him.
And I vowed not to marry a mafia man, or to stay in this life, yet here I am, looking into the eyes of the devil himself, helpless to say no.“Fuck me, please, before I go absolutely insane.”
22
Massimo
The minute those words leave her lips her destiny is sealed.It should have been sealed with that kiss, but still I gave her the opportunity to turn me down.Maybe I didn’t tell Sophia, but I gave her a chance to let the idea resonate, and for her to run the other way.Not literally of course.But any sign at all that she didn’t want to play, didn’t want to be part of our sick little game.But my little kitten has claws of her own, and no matter the rationale, two people drawn to each other in this way were meant to play.
I roll her over, my cock hard and throbbing against her heat as I capture her lips in a kiss, exploring the depths of her sweetness as though my very life depends on it.She winds her hands in my hair, tugging gently as her nails rake over the sensitive flesh of my neck and over my scalp.Sophia couldn’t be more fucking perfect if she tried, especially when her hips raise on their own accord, eager for my cock to penetrate her creamy heat.
But I’m not near done teasing and tormenting my little captive.I reach for the soft cuffs in the drawer next to the bed and slip them over her wrists, watching Sophia for signs of distress.Her eyes are anything but fearful, filled instead with a haziness and lust that makes me want to do the filthiest things to her in the dirtiest of ways.And I intend to do just that in the coming days.
My little kitten likes her cuffs, she likes being restrained.The minute I tighten her restraints and affix them to the D rings of the bed, she tests their strength and swallows daintily.“Looks like I’m at your mercy now,” she whispers.
I take full advantage, kissing her mouth while playing with her erect little tips, nipping and sucking to make her writhe and squirm, all the while intending to set her afire as I lick the soft flesh of her belly and then below.The minute I reach her center her legs tense, tightening.
I smirk, knowing damn well that she’s still sensitive after her orgasms in the pool, but she’s had enough when I say she has, and I’m hardly done with her at all.I kiss her mound, and stroke a tongue over her clit, relishing in the way she shivers on the end of my tongue.
That’s the stuff dreams are made of and I’ll be keeping that in my memories for years to come right along with everything else about this little kitten.But she should learn now that she’ll need sustained stamina when in bed with me, and her pleasure will at times be hard for her to endure even.
I smile, stroking a finger down her inner thigh, parting her legs as I kiss her delicate flesh until I reach the gentle slope of her calf, kissing the tender flesh while encircling her ankle with my cuffs.
“What are you doing?”she asks dreamily.
“That’s so you can’t run away from your pleasure, kitten.So you can’t pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, even when it’s on the precipice of pain.You’ll have to absorb it all, every single lick, touch, and caress over your sensitive clit.”
“I’m so sensitive still.”
It’s hard not to smirk.“I know, kitten.You’re going to be a lot more sensitive,” I tell her, sliding between her legs to watch as I lick her exposed center, taking great pleasure as her eyes roll back and her hips shift with each and every lick.
“Say my name, kitten.”
“Oh, my god.”
“Close, but that’s not it.”
She shakes that pretty little head and I slip a finger into her slit, sliding it through her velvet, and caressing her G spot on the upward stroke.Her hips rise straight up, as far as they can go with the binds I’ve placed her in.I know fucking well that my name is on the tip of her tongue, but she fights it with everything she has, her resolve to win this match equal to my own.“Say my name, kitten,” I murmur against the heat of her flesh.
