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CHAPTER 24

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I’m naked on Massimo’s bed.

Waiting for him with my legs spread like a good obedient girl.

And this time, I’m going to get exactly what I asked for.

I’m a little nervous. I want him desperately, but it’s my first time. I’m scared it will hurt. Scared of what his massive cock will feel like when he buries it inside me. Scared that my first time will be as hard as he warned.

But there’s no turning back. I want him too much. I don’t care if he can’t offer me anything but the short time we have left on this island. I’d rather have him now than spend the rest of my life regretting it. The grave may free him, but it won’t free me.

I’m completely unraveled. There’s nothing left inside of me except this burning need—this aching desire. The spanking hurt, but all it did was make me crave him more.

I lean up when I hear Massimo moving around in the main part of the suite. It sounds like he’s removing his clothes. The thought of it makes my core tighten with anticipation.

Then his shadow darkens the doorway a moment before he does. A gasp gets caught in my throat when I see his incredible physique, my mouth watering as my gaze lowers to his hard cock. But it isn’t going in my mouth this time. I can’t resist sliding a hand between my legs and rubbing my throbbing clit.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” he scolds, walking closer to the bed. “Only naughty girls touch themselves without permission. Do I need to tie you up again?”

“No,” I whimper, pulling my hand away. “No, sir .”

Massimo kneels on the bed and grabs my leg with his callused hand. I wince as he pulls me toward him and raises his hand. I flinch, because I know exactly what is going to happen, even before his palm smacks my wet folds.

“Ow!” My hips buck on the bed.

“I won’t make you count them this time,” he says, raising his hand again.

I don’t count them out loud, but I keep count in my head. Two, three, four, five… all the way to ten before his hand remains on my pussy, rubbing and caressing my stinging folds. He parts them and teases my entrance before shifting on the bed.

Massimo grabs my hip with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. He leans forward, his icy blue gaze boring straight into my soul. I no longer see a cold tundra in his eyes. They’re burning like mine are—the same need, reflected like a mirror.

“I want you,” I whimper, shifting my hips toward him. “Please, Massimo.”

“This is what you want, bambina ?” he asks, rubbing the head of his erection down my folds until it pushes against my entrance.

“Yes,” I sigh, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. “I’m ready.”

Massimo leans a little further and nudges into me. My eyes open wide with surprise as I feel him. There’s less pain than I expect, but when he tears through my hymen with a gentle thrust, I feel the sting and it makes me whimper. My back arches on the bed as the discomfort spreads, but Massimo pushes deeper.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunts. “I can feel your fucking pulse.”

“Oh, god,” I groan, gasping as I get used to way he feels inside me.

“Are you scared?” he murmurs, leaning over me and shifting his knees.

“Not of you,” I whisper. “Right now, at least.”

“I’ll be gentle at first,” he says, his body pressing against me as his lips graze my ear. “But then I’m going to fuck you hard. The way we both know you need to be fucked.”

I start to respond, but Massimo’s lips crash into mine. His hands roam across my body, teasing and touching while he gently thrusts into me. The discomfort melts away, replaced by a pleasurable sensation that trembles all the way to my core. The gentle friction is enough to make me moan and whimper into his mouth and he devours them with a growl that vibrates through me.

Every thrust sends the head of Massimo’s enormous cock deeper inside me. My walls shudder as the inches sink into me. I put my hands on his waist, bucking my hips into his thrusts, begging for more—begging for the inches he hasn’t given me yet.

But Massimo is in control. He keeps me silent with his tongue, except for my whimpers and groans. He moves in unison with me, depriving me of what I’m begging for. I can tell he’s holding back. For my sake. I should be grateful, but I want him so bad I can’t think straight. Or maybe that’s because I can’t breathe. I gasp for oxygen when our lips finally part.

“You’re going to be mine tonight, bambina ,” he promises. “You’ll never be the same after I’m done with you, but remember, this is what you asked for.”

“I know,” I whimper, his lips against my neck making me even more aroused—if that’s even possible at this point. “I want you, Massimo. All of you.”

A growl rumbles in his chest, and he goes deeper with a harder thrust. Then another. And another. The ache makes my eyelids flutter, but I still buck my hips into his thrusts like a desperate girl who needs this more than I need my next breath.

Massimo lets out a gasp and rests his weight against me. His cock sinks into me until his pelvis is against mine. I never knew I could feel this full—this complete . It feels like this is what I’ve been missing my entire life. Like I was only directionless, because I hadn’t looked his way yet.

“You’re mine,” he grinds out. “All fucking mine.”

His powerful hips rise and fall, driving his length into me. Each time he goes deep, my walls tremble against his hardness, and the pleasure is driven straight into my core. Then his thrusts get faster and my breath hitches in my throat. The next hard thrust drives all the oxygen out of my lungs, and I don’t even have time to breathe before the next one is hammered deep.

I’m stretched around his girth, so full it feels heavenly, and the way the friction rubs against my g-spot is almost overwhelming. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. There’s no comparison. It feels even better than his tongue, and I thought that was the peak of bliss. I was wrong. This is incredible.

His growls of pleasure and needy rasps echo in my ears. The heat between us is scorching, burning hotter than the lingering sting on the surface of my well-spanked, sunburnt bottom. I stare into his scalding blue gaze, silently conveying everything I can’t force out between my gasps.

“Massimo, oh, god,” I groan as he stays deep and hammers his thrusts directly into my g-spot.

The pressure builds faster than it did when I was being raptured by his tongue. It’s deeper and makes my body clench so tight it forces him to slam into me harder. Our bodies come together again and again until the sound of skin against skin muffles everything else.

I can feel the orgasm coming. There’s no way to fight it—no need to fight it. I give in to him, desperate for every inch as his length continues to ravage me. Desperate to feel his release as much as I crave my own.

“Don’t stop,” I mewl. “Please don’t stop.”

“Nothing could stop me right now, bambina ,” he assures me, the friction sending currents of pleasure through me. “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with cum, and I’m still not going to stop. You’re going to be screaming my name when the sun comes up.”

His words are like molten lava that mixes with the pressure and sends me over the edge. I come so hard my entire body convulses. Massimo grunts, then he throbs inside me, and every pulsation vibrates my walls.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me, bambina . Let me feel what I’m doing to you.”

Beautiful bliss rips through every inch of my trembling frame. Massimo’s thunderous thrusts make the orgasm peak higher than the ones that introduced me to true pleasure. These are even better. It feels like a volcano is going off inside me, erupting every time my walls clench on his cock.

The orgasm fades for a moment, then several smaller orgasms send me right back to the peak. I gasp and groan, my nails digging into his skin as I hold on for dear life. I can’t buck my hips into his thrusts anymore. I can’t do anything but take his cock. The pleasure softens into a wonderful ache that lingers until the pressure builds again.

“I-I’m going to…” I manage, then my body finishes my sentence for me. “Massimo!”

My walls spasm on his hardness and his torso buckles. The look in his eyes turns primal and unhinged. It would be scary if I wasn’t the one who put it there. His powerful thrusts tear into me until they become erratic. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough to leave bruises, but I don’t care. I want it. All of it.

And I get exactly what I want.

Massimo slams into me with his erratic thrusts until I feel his release. His hot seed pumps into me and his throbbing pulsations make me come even harder. We meld into a moment of passion, lust, and blinding ecstasy that continues until we’re both spent. His weight collapses against me and he pants for a moment before leaning back.

“All fucking mine,” he growls. “But we’re far from done.”

“Massimo, I-I may need a break,” I mutter, gasping for air as I come down from the incredible high.

“I don’t,” he says. “I haven’t even fucked you hard yet, like I promised.”

“That wasn’t hard?” I ask, my eyes getting wide.

“No, bambina ,” he chuckles, moving his hands until he has a grip on the inside of both of my thighs. “Not even close.”

Massimo squeezes my thighs and pins me to the mattress, then he drives his cock into me again. Much harder than before. It’s so hard I would get driven straight into the headboard if he wasn’t holding me down. I groan with discomfort through the first few thrusts, then I feel my body reacting to his roughness.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I moan.

“That’s the point,” he says. “I’m just getting started with you.”

I might be in over my head now, but it feels too good to worry about it. His mountainous frame settles into a hard rhythm, and I feel the orgasm coming. It’s a big one.

“Fuck!” I scream as it quakes through me, like my entire world is shaking.

“Heh,” Massimo chuckles. “Just wait until I flip you over and spank your ass while I fuck you.”

“F-fuck,” I repeat in a stammer, then my vision blurs with another orgasm—partially because I imagine it happening.

“You’re going to tell me what a naughty girl you were today and beg me to punish you again for it.”

I try to respond, but it comes out as babble. My vision begins to come back in focus, and I gasp when his thrusts twitch. He’s getting close again.

His grip tightens on my thighs, and he hammers his body into me relentlessly while I orgasm so hard I barely even feel his release until the warmth sends another tingling shudder through me.

I mutter something incoherent that doesn’t match my blank stare or shattered thoughts. I take hard breaths as I come down.

Massimo shifts and slowly pulls out. I gasp when he’s gone, immediately hating how empty I feel.

I’m destroyed in the best possible way. Floating on a cloud of pure euphoria, with my bones still partially rattled from the intensity.

“Are you going to get on your knees and stick your ass out like a good girl or do I need to flip you over myself?” he asks.

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning and my eyes fly open.

“N-now?” I stutter. “I can’t even move.”

He laughs, wrapping me up in his arms and turning me over on my stomach.

His hands squeeze my hips, and he yanks me onto my knees. I’m a rag doll on wobbly knees, but I fight against the urge to sink back down to the mattress. His roughness stokes my arousal until I can’t do anything but ache for what comes next, despite being exhausted.

“Are you trying to kill me? I don’t think there’s anything left,” I whisper, even though I know it’s a lie and a drop of the shared pleasure inside me mixes with a fresh trickle of arousal that runs down my thigh.

“Then tell me you’re done,” he says, rubbing my ass with his hand. “Tell me you don’t want a spanking, and don’t want me to fuck you again.”

I don’t even think about saying it. I whimper and move in unison with his hand.

“That’s what I thought,” Massimo says, squeezing my ass.

The first stinging slap makes me gasp.

But he’s just getting started.