Only they have to have it completely wrong.My father would have warned us if he was starting a war with the Rosellis.Of that, I have no doubt, no matter what this man says, or that my father just let him take me.Papa wouldn’t provoke a war without warning us.
Yet, the war has started, and for now, I am a casualty, no matter the reason.I vowed to go willingly, and not embarrass my family, yet I ran.I swallow past the lump in my throat, mortification and a healthy dose of fear settling into my chest.
Massimo walks past a group of men standing on the lawn who may not look like your normal run- of-the-mill criminals, but the silencer-equipped, 22-cal.automatic pistols in their hands don’t look much different from the ones my father’s lieutenants sport.Deadly and ready at a moment’s notice.
The men part like the sea as Massimo walks me up the porch and into the dark marbled floor of the grand foyer, keeping his fingers grasped around my thighs as he carries me upstairs, making me dizzy with each stride.“Last door on the left, next to mine,” he says, as though he were guiding me down the hall lined with family pictures instead of carting me like a caveman to a prison of his choice upstairs.
If I thought he would drop me on the floor and be rid of me once we get to the room, I was wrong.He slams the door closed with his shoe as he carts me through, allowing me only a brief glance of the canopied French provincial bedroom set from my upside-down view, complete with yellow drapery flowing from the four-poster bed.
Instead of dumping me in the middle of the floor or unceremoniously on the bed as my mind assumed he would, he sits on the mattress, and in one fluid movement flips me from his shoulder, across his knee, and places a strong leg over the back of my thighs, rendering me captive while this time my face hangs to the floor.
Indignation burns in my chest, and my legs kick out, but his leg is a band of steel.“No!Let me up!”
His hand lies flat on my back in response to my demand.“Too late for that.You had it easy but made it hard.There are rules you need to follow if you’re going to survive this ordeal, and you’re going to learn the first one today.”
Massimo’s hand comes down without warning over the tight material of my jeans, burning heat through the soft denim, straight to my skin, not giving me time to yell or even breathe before doing it again.This time his hand lights a fire on my ass.
I kick out and try to raise my head to squirm from his lap, but he holds me down even firmer as he continues to light a vicious pattern of intensity to my already burning ass, with no signs of letting up anytime soon.
“Ouch!Ouch!Massimo!Stop it!”I will myself not to cry but tears of mortification fall from my eyes like a river as the onslaught of his spanking continues.I know what he wants but still my mind resists giving in, no matter that my ass is ready to surrender this game without any hesitation at all.“I’m sorry.I won’t run.I promise,” I sob.There, that should placate the devilish beast.
The steady onslaught of his spanking ceases as quickly as it started, yet his hold on me does not lighten at all.“Do you know why this rule is important, Sophia?”he asks.
I sob, rubbing my face on the leg of his dress pants not worried at all with leaving my tears and the remnants of my running nose on the expense of his suit.“Because you want me to cede control.To know that I’m your prisoner, and that you are in charge.Fine, I’ve learned your lesson.I will not try to run away again.I promise.I made a deal, and I’ll keep my end.”
Massimo caresses the top of my ass, the hands that not moments ago rained a barrage of intensity now caressing the tender flesh with the gentlest touch.“No, because if you were dealing with anyone but me you would be in a warehouse without any of the amenities you see in this bedroom, without a shower, hot food, or someone to protect you from men who may see you as a toy during this period of debt, am I making myself clear?You do what I ask without question, you do not talk back, especially when we are in front of my men.And you most definitely do not run or try to escape.Do you understand?Capische?”
I nod, but have a difficult time focusing on what he’s saying rather than the seductive and almost protective sound of his voice as his hand continues to splay over the curve of my ass and the hardness of his cock beneath me digs into the sensitive skin of my center.My hips push toward his heat of their own accord, my attraction to the beast undeniable.My mind might deny it vehemently, but my center is slick with need for the handsome devil with dark eyes like the night and has been since the very first time I laid eyes on the dark-haired god.
Massimo’s hand slides between my legs, rubbing my jean-covered clit.As though he knows he started a full-blown fire that now needs to be extinguished when he whispered in my ear and spanked my ass.“Spread your legs, kitten.”
My cheeks flame with heat.“Fuck you, Massimo,” I whisper hiss.
Massimo chuckles.“Patience kitten, we’ll get there.”
My center tightens, that undeniable attraction building from my depths.I should be mortified, ashamed or just plain mad at myself for wanting to sleep with the enemy, but all is fair in love and war.Especially when the attraction is this strong, has been since the first time his eyes raked down the length of me, setting my insides on fire.
But still, I won’t give Roselli the satisfaction.There is no way I’m attracted to this beast of a man whose family has been the bane of my family’s existence since centuries ago.“In your dreams.”
Still, a strong finger runs the length of my thighs, settling between my legs, lingering over that little nub for the briefest of seconds, but for long enough while his voice soothes me in the sexiest of ways.“You were in my dreams last night, kitten.”
My traitorous thighs part of their own accord.His hand spreads my legs farther, then his fingers slide over my waist, caressing my ribcage before slipping beneath the lacy bralette, stroking the sensitive tips of my nipples that strain with pleasure as his fingers squeeze and then lightly caress, only to squeeze firmly again.There is no sense in denying it or prolonging the inevitable.
There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the way he balances them both is enough to send me reeling as his fingers explore.I should fight this; I know it and so does he.
My mind is on sensory overload though, capable of focusing on one thing only at this moment and when he’s rubbing like that it’s easy to forget, to give in, and to fall over the deliciously dark edge as the blinding orgasm hits me, wave after wave until he finally allows it to end.
The devil strokes me through it even after it’s finally subsided, pulling my bralette into place and setting me upright in front of him, while I try to avert my eyes and get my breathing to calm.I swallow hard, not knowing what he expects next, imagining a scenario with me on my knees while trying to adjust to the length of his massive cock being shoved down my throat.
But instead he stands, stroking my hair as he leans in.“I expect from now on we won’t have to discuss the rules.”
9
Massimo
My father furiously paces as I watch him from the entrance to his study.He explodes once noticing my presence.“Who the fuck gave you the authority to take the youngest daughter?She’s nothing!Everyone knows Anna is the one who holds the only key to old man Cassone keeping his legacy alive.What the fuck were you thinking?”
How the hell am I supposed to answer that when I can’t explain it myself.The minute I heard one of the Cassones would be ours, Sophia’s fate was sealed.No one was going to lay a hand on her, no matter the reason.Forbidden or not, the moment I saw the light in her eyes, dancing with her friends without a care in the world at our club, I wanted her.Maybe just for the night, but the attraction was there.What a mind fuck to learn I’m attracted to the enemy.
