Sophia should be exhausted, she should be ready for a bath and bed, yet those eyes slide down the length of my body as though we didn’t just release our pent-up need in my car.Her desire burns though; it shines in her eyes and makes my dick hard for her all over again.She crooks a seductive little finger at me, drawing me to her like a fly to honey.
“You are going to be the fucking death of me.”
She gives me that sexy smile.“And here I thought you wanted me to scream your name.”
28
Sophia
My traitorous stomach does somersaults because teasing Massimo is a dangerous game to play.I should be furious that he had the yard so protected that I would have never made it out alive, except on his say so.But yet, he came for me himself.Didn’t send his soldiers, or even his capos.He came for me in his own car and by himself the minute he knew where I was, and I already know how hard he searched before that.
I swallow past the emotion of the night because no matter the desire to hate him, to think of him as the enemy, he’s become my protector and the man who commands my dreams and so much more, no matter that he is the enemy or that his last name is Roselli and a future together will never be allowed.
He places me on the bed and kisses me on the lips.His eyes light with amusement as he looks at me.“Now I’m going to do what I’ve thought about doing ever since I bought you this little dress that you’ve managed to tear to shreds.”
Massimo tugs off his tie, tossing it onto the chair in the corner, unbuttoning his shirt, baring a muscular chest with a long symmetrical pattern of tattoos that snakes down to the patch of dark hair before it disappears under his waistband.
He crawls on the bed, unclicking the thick halter top strap from behind my neck, peeling it down the length of my body slowly, his dark eyes savoring me as he takes one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, my center clenching with that familiar ache that only he can bring before lowering the material to expose me to the coolness of the room.“Lift your hip, kitten.”
I do as instructed, his deep voice instantly making me want to do exactly as the devil commands.He peels the dress from my body, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me nude under his appraisal, as his lips follow the path of the silky material.“Beautiful,” he says, running a finger over my mound and through my slit.
He lowers his head and his nose rubs the softness of my mound while his finger explores, setting my world on fire until my fingers inch into the bedding, my body ready for more.
“Time for you to soak in a tub until the doctor arrives.”
I may try to hide my arousal and disappointment at the end of our game, but the smirk on his face tells me the devil knows exactly what he’s doing.“It won’t work.This making me wait to get your way.”
His eyes have grown dark though as he touches my feet with a finger.“You need to soak.Your feet are worse than I thought.Stay here.I’ll draw you a bath.”Massimo turns without another word, the broadness of his shoulders tapering into the tight waist, that delicious V shape that ends with a well-muscled ass.I close my eyes as he disappears into the bathroom and the water begins to run, thinking about how good he felt inside, and trying not to think about how good he felt inside at the very same time.The devilish man knows exactly how to turn my buttons and knows he knows too!
When Massimo returns he comes to my side and touches the tip of one nipple still exposed to the air and erect, caressing it with a gentle finger, and then adding a thumb and a little pressure just the way I like.“Pleasure and pain, it’s such a delicate and intoxicating balance, no?”he says before bending to take my nipple into his mouth while he plays with the other.
I swallow through my arousal and lift my knees.“If you keep this up, I’m going to scream.”
The devil grins.“Will you scream my name, kitten?”
I shake my head slowly, watching his eyebrow raise in challenge.“Then clearly, I haven’t tortured you near enough for one night.First things first though.”He scoops me into his arms, pressing me against his bare chest as he carries me to an awaiting circular tub with a puffy headrest and filled with bubbles.“Hang on to my neck,” he instructs, lowering me into the warm water.“I think we have just enough time for me to wash you before the good doctor arrives.”
He sits on the ledge and softly washes my face, gently patting the skin around my eye that is already starting to ache.He takes one foot and then the other into his hand, gently washing the bottoms with a soft cloth, going slower as I wince through the initial tenderness.“The cuts aren’t deep, but I’ll feel better if someone else looks at them.You won’t run from me again, kitten.Under no circumstances will you run from me again.”
“In my defense you’re holding me against my will, torturing the daylights out of me, messing with my emotions and I thought you were engaged.”
“You thought I would make a deal I couldn’t keep, wasn’t free to keep?You wound me, kitten.I would never lie to you.Tell you something you may not like, perhaps more than I will like, but I’ll never lie to you.Desiree and I are not a thing, but we have a lot in common.We both will do whatever it takes to keep our fathers from forcing us into a loveless marriage but we’re adults and we’re both trying to extricate ourselves without starting a war.You understand the delicate nature of such a thing in families such as ours?”
Growing up in a notorious crime family how could I not, but that doesn’t stop the green-eyed monster from popping up its evil head.Jealousy, plain and simple.Jealous of nothing it would seem but I know how these families work.This isn’t just going to go away, and I won’t be the other woman no matter what.
Ever…
Massimo tilts my chin with a finger until my eyes connect with him.“She means nothing.Whether you see it yet or not, you are my future, kitten.Are we clear on that?”
I nod, wanting to believe, because this thing between us, it’s not just lust, it’s not just an insatiable desire to do something forbidden and wrong.Sleeping with the enemy was never my intent, but yet it turned into so much more than that, whether I wanted it to or not.There is no denying that I want the dark-eyed devil more than I want to allow.
Still, something deep inside, that little subconscious voice that’s been listening to the family feud, the vendetta between the families that has been in existence since our great ancestors were alive is embedded in the very fabric of my mind and so fucking hard to ignore.
Massimo’s finger traces over the tips of my nipples, a gentle touch, before dragging a nail across each, watching my reaction.My eyes roll with the pleasure, and he smiles.“Pleasure and pain, it’s such a fine line.”
He reaches for the sprayer and turns a lever to release the water, running it against the palm of his hand.“Warm, very warm, just like a fast and furious tongue no doubt,” he says, before sinking it below the water.“Spread your legs, kitten.”
My legs part, and I’m a willing participant in this sinful game no matter the doubt.Massimo weaves the wand skillfully, pushing the water against the most sensitive part of my body, sending my senses into a spiral of rising pleasure, building it to a crescendo and just when the sweet release is right there, almost mine, he stops.
