She recovers far too quickly. Next time will have to be two or three orgasms before I let her go.
“I-I mean what I said. I won’t stop fighting you until you set me free.” Her gaze flits between my eyes and my lips. “That orgasm changes nothing.”
It changes everything, sweetheart.
“Fight me all you want,cara mia, but I’m never letting you go. Destroy whatever you want. Just know there will be consequences for your actions, punishments. If you think you can take them, then give me your best shot,bella. Give it all to me.” I hover over her lips, so close I can taste her breath. “But if you ever put your life in danger like that again, I’ll chain you to my bed and throw away the key. Do you understand me?”
She swallows hard. The fire in her stormy eyes blazes with defiance.
“You’re all words and no bite, Maximo.”
“Is that what you think?” Ducking my head, I kiss her neck, then suck the soft skin between my teeth. She turns her face away to give me better access. A moan escapes her lips. My girl’s insatiable.
I suck harder before releasing her flesh and licking at the reddish-purple mark I left behind. A smirk tugs at my lips. Possessiveness cascades through me in a rush and goes straight to my painfully hard dick.
Reluctantly, I ease off of her and stand, drawing her up with me. I stare at the smoldering ruins of my favorite car. Heaving a sigh, I glance at Elena. “The next time you go on a destructive rampage, I’ll bend you over my knees and spank you. You’ve been warned.”
This time, she seems to believe me. Her cheeks brighten to a cherry red and she refuses to meet my gaze.
When she remains silent, apparently out of words, I take her arm and we get into the elevator. Tension hums between us on the ride up to the penthouse. I’d like nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her into submission. But Ipromised myself I’d do this right. Marriage first. My cock will have to wait.
She’s the only one for me. My future, my forever. I will put a wedding band on her finger before I fuck my wife.
Cazzo. It’s going to be a very long seven weeks.
CHAPTER 17
Elena
My heart’s in my throat as I lock myself in my bedroom. My thoughts stumble over each other as I try to untangle what just happened. I keep coming back to that kiss, that orgasm. He made me come and I liked it,again. This time was so different from the hotel room. Not a movie kiss that’s sweet and romantic. No, his lips on mine felt hungry, possessive, and all-consuming. His fingers moved inside my pussy like he owned it.
I want to hate that kiss, and the way his hands feel on my body, but I don’t. My lips still feel swollen and tender, brutalized in a way I never knew I wanted. My pussy flutters, a little sore from his thick fingers, but not uncomfortable enough to keep me from wanting more.
This isbad. The hotel room was wrong enough, but this time was so much more intense. Now I’m even more conflicted over Maximo.
Catching sight of myself in the vanity mirror, I cry out. Not only do I appear ravaged, there’s a huge mark on the side of my throat. It’s a… hickey. Oh my god, how am I going to hide that in public?
Then it dawns on me. Maximo’s smirk. The satisfaction in his eyes. He did this on purpose. He wants everyone to see how he’s marked me,claimed me,as his own. Because this giant pink diamond engagement ring isn’t enough, is it? Nope. Not for a man like him.
Fury boils in my veins. He’s so… wicked.
My mind recalls his warning and my cheeks flame. So very wicked. I believe him though. He will punish me next time I do something crazy, and it won’t be with orgasms and kisses. So I won’t be ruining any more of his belongings, but there are other ways I can turn myself into the least desirable fiancée he’ll ever have.
This is far from over. He doesn’t get to win this easily.
Those orgasms only proved to me how disastrous it would be for me to give in and marry Maximo. He’d be my ruin. In every way possible.
At least now we both know the game we’re playing—as well as the stakes. Marriage or freedom. Only one of us can win in the end.
“Congratulations again on your engagement,” Sophia says over the phone, and I cringe. I haven’t told her, or any of my family, that he’s forcing me into this arrangement. “Maximo seems like a really great guy. I’m sure you two will be happy together. Not to mention that the Pontrelli line will continue on with you both. Seems fitting.”
“Thanks.” My phone beeps. “I have another call I need to take. Have a good night.”
“You too.” She hangs up and I answer the next call. It’s been an entire afternoon of one family member after another either calling or texting. But this is the one I’ve been waiting for.
“Hey, Ven,” I answer.
“Elle, are you okay? I heard the news…” My sister goes quiet. She knows me too well to believe that I actually want to be engaged to anybody, much less Maximo, a mafia don.
