2
Sophia
After three margaritas everything from all of the playroom designs look fantastic, and all I can think of is Massimo having me bent over or tied up to every piece of equipment on the plans laid out in front of me.My thighs tighten as I lie on the bed poring over the options, my homework until Massimo returns.
I’ve probably looked at the potential layouts of the lower level a gazillion times.After an hour I am completely convinced that while one of the three designs is almost perfect, it is in dire need of some of the spanking benches that I saw at the club.
Now those were really hot.The thought of being draped over the black leather bench, bare-ass naked makes me wish Massimo would appear right the hell now.
The white walls in one design have been transformed to include images of implements hanging from hooks, similar to the way the walls of his private suite at Carnal Sins looks.But I’d like to combine it with the others and bring in the larger bed but maybe put it in the corner.
I nod to myself, envisioning it all, adding my thoughts to the side notes, and shading in an area for the ornate bed that will definitely have to include the D rings and cuffs hanging from the headboard, cuffs attached to the foot of the bed, and pully devices ornately designed into the four-poster design as in the other example.
My blood thrums with ideas and thoughts of what he’s going to be doing to me in this room as the alcohol seeps deeper into my blood and full-blown desire creeps into my veins.
The St.Andrew’s cross with the Roselli name on it was never not an option.The very first piece of equipment we ever used, well, besides handcuffs, pool spouts, belts, shower wand, okay, well first piece of major equipment, then.Massimo must want it too because it’s included in each of the drawings, standing tall and erect, making my center wet just with the thought of what he was envisioning as he laid out all the options for the plans.
I’ll leave it up to the designers where to put this special piece of equipment, because I have no doubt that it will be concealed in a secret compartment behind the wall so it can glide in and out to make a dramatic appearance as it rolls out with a touch of a remote button, just like the one at Carnal Sins.
I reach for the margarita glass on the side table before realizing it’s completely empty.My blood thrums through my veins, mixing with the alcohol making me feel light as a cloud.A loud conversation down the hall causes my brow to furrow.I slide off the bed and move closer to the door, not really wanting to listen but unable to stop myself from eavesdropping on a conversation that I know I’m not supposed to hear.They’re not making it easy to ignore though.They are so loud.
Heavy steps march by my room and then the sound grows distant as if they’re going downstairs, but whether they think they’re far enough out of earshot or not, I hear every single word they say.“The story is all muddled.Some of the men say that Massimo’s mother was taken.Some say earlier in the day they heard his dad’s blaming the Cassones.Not sure what the hell is going on at that house but whatever it is has Massimo hot, and he’s on his way home right now.Someone overheard him say he’s coming home to take care of an errant wife.I’m pretty sure all hell is about to break loose.”
My chest tightens with angst.This can’t be how my father is hitting back.It will destroy every piece of fabric in the trust that Massimo and I have woven together.I scramble for the phone on the other side of the room, swearing softly as I see the missed calls and messages from Massimo, knowing he will be worried but wondering at the same time if he’s truly upset with me.
I hit the button to connect with my sister, letting it ring and ring, but just like a multitude of times before it simply goes to voicemail.This is not going to be good.I slide into
a pair of comfortable leather flats and push my rumpled hair back from my face, run into the bathroom and use a cool washcloth to wash my face and try to sober up and calm down.Deep breaths, one, two and three and a fourth one all for good measure but not one that does a drop of good.Still my heart races with angst thinking about the reason that Massimo is on his way home.
I watch out the window, waiting with bated breath as Jimmy pulls up to the house with Massimo, whose jaw is locked tight as he gets out of the vehicle and walks toward the house.I race down the stairs and throw my arms around his waist as he stalks through the door.His hands tighten around me, drawing me closer as I look up and into those dark eyes that sear me with their heat.
My voice cracks as I try to explain.“I overheard the guards talking about your mother, Massimo.”Alcohol is making me far more emotional than normal.Tears run from my eyes like a river.“She was taken?I’m so very sorry.You have to believe that I had no idea they were going to take your mother.I know your dad thinks it may have been us, but it wasn’t the Cassones, Massimo.There’s so much wrong with how all of this is happening.”
He pushes a stray hair from my face.“The important thing is finding my mother right now.The only reason your father would have for taking my mother is to get you back.No communication of that sort has arrived.I don’t believe, nor have I ever believed it was your family, although my father did.I believe I set him straight but right now I can’t focus on that.”
Relief floods my body.“My father may not be in my good graces right now, but training, and living by his damn protocols I know it’s not his MO.I would have known if he were going to start a war.He may be an asshole and lousy father for not protecting us when Barcelo started taking over and giving orders under the Cassone name, but it wasn’t him that took your mother.”
He wipes a tear from my face and places a finger on my lips.“Shh … I know kitten, but there’s no time.I need you to sober up quickly and try to get ahold of your sister on the phone.She may, without realizing it, have information we need.We have to find all the Gallini warehouses.Your sister may have overheard a conversation or location that they could be using to hide someone.The fuckers have my mother in one of them and only god knows what they are doing to her now.
The tears fall harder try as I may to stop them.I hold out my hand with his phone in it.“I heard the guards talking.I tried calling Anna to find out if she knows anything.She’s not answering her phone.I’ve tried her a gazillion times since coming here and I know she’s getting them.Otherwise, the voicemail would be full but it keeps letting me leave more messages.
His eyebrow arches.“Not unlike my errant wife who didn’t respond to my messages either.”
My lip twists in consternation.I scan the messages he sent, this time taking a moment to actually read what they say.“Sorry, I was drinking margaritas with the music on and designing sex rooms.That has to be worth something to keep my ass out of trouble.”
He smirks, but the amusement I usually see doesn’t quite meet his worried eyes.“That will get you off the hook for now, kitten.”
I gesture to the phone in his hand.“Do you have men at the warehouses where the Amortes took me already?Who knows if the fuckers are working together?They may not think you would look there again after you found it last time.I don’t trust any of them.”
He nods.“That was the first place we sent men to but didn’t send many because we need them all out on the streets looking, not chasing dead ends.I’d put money on the fact that they’re not keeping her there though, not when at least the Amortes would know that’s the first place we would look.”
My mind reverts to that night.“The guys in the helicopter?The Larussios and their bodyguards?Can they help?”
The dark-eyed devil smiles at me.“My fearless kitten.You don’t believe you belong in this world but it’s exactly where you should be, right by my fucking side.They’ve already been called.I need to get to a meeting in a couple hours to plan my mom’s extraction.Until then, I need a distraction of the very best fucking kind, kitten.”
I caress his face as he picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist.He brings his face to mine so I can kiss his warm lips.“I’m a little tipsy and whole lot horny after looking at all the options for equipment in the lower level,” I tell him, running a finger down the corded length of his neck, letting my lips trail my fingers as his dick gets hard as stone beneath me.
I shift intentionally, rubbing my pussy slowly against his cock.Massimo groans, shifting me in one swift movement because letting me take charge was only going to last so long.He carries me to the dining room and lays me on the table.“Unbutton,” he says, stalking to the French doors and closing them with a click before returning to me.My fingers have barely unbuttoned my jeans before he’s instructing me again.“Lift your hips, kitten.”
