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CHAPTER 30

L ea

I’m naked in Massimo’s bed.

Again.

But this will be the last time he joins me. The last time I get to feel his tongue. The last time I feel my body react to his dominance when he orders me to open my fucking mouth or spread my fucking legs. I’ll even roll over and stick my ass out like a good girl if he tells me to—because it will be the last time for that, too.

It’s hard to swallow all the bitterness and accept what is coming. I’ve had my day to cry. I’m sure there will be a lot of those after I leave Isola Selvaggia. But I’ll keep myself together. For his sake, and mine. The last thing he sees before he marches himself to his execution may be a sobbing girl, but at least I can make him feel good before I bawl my eyes out.

I hear Massimo’s footsteps, and it makes my pussy ache with a need for more than just his tongue, but I remember how incredible it felt. I rub my legs together to create a little friction. My hips squirm against the mattress. As soon as he darkens the doorway, I spread my legs obediently, giving him a view of what he’s already claimed—what he wants another taste of.

Massimo walks to the bed and rubs his cock before he lowers himself to the mattress. His shadow covers me completely for a moment, then he puts his hands on my thighs and leans forward.

“You’re mine, bambina ,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”

He’s said that before. I wish those words meant I was his longer than one more night. He’s become my direction, and it feels so right I could scream, but this is all I can have. One more night of passion. One more night of his dominance. One more night of the roughness that makes my body react in ways I barely understand, but I love it.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” Massimo sighs, teasing my thighs with gentle kisses before I feel his breath on my folds.

Massimo’s tongue flicks against my folds, then he gently caresses them apart until his tongue is against my clit. I melt into pleasure as his tongue swirls around my swollen knot. Then his finger pushes into me and my back arches against the mattress. That feels even better.

His thick finger pumps into my pussy while his tongue dances on my clit. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build, but I remember the lesson I learned over his knee.

“Am I allowed to come?” I gasp.

His tongue pulls away. “As many times as you can,” he replies, then his tongue immediately returns to my clit.

I give in to the first orgasm, and it’s just the beginning. Waves of pleasure crash into me again and again. By the time Massimo’s tongue pulls away for the final time, I’m dizzy and my vision is blurry. It feels like I might pass out. But Massimo resuscitates me with his lips, breathing life back into my body as he positions himself between my legs.

“Do you need this, bambina ?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds.

“More than anything,” I groan, grinding against his erection until I feel him pushing in.

I’m letting him take me without protection again. It’s foolish, but I don’t care. If our short time together results in something amazing, then I’ll have a piece of him to hold onto after he’s gone. In a strange way, I want that. His life continuing inside me—a piece of him I’ll get to love unconditionally. A never-ending reminder of the incredible man who changed my life.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps into my ear while his hips move in unison with mine.

“Harder, Massimo,” I whisper, begging for his roughness.

Massimo’s hands move to my wrists, and he pins me to the bed. His thrusts turn thunderous between my trembling thighs. This is the beautiful ache I crave. Hard pleasure that makes me forget about everything except the moment we’re in.

In a matter of minutes, the pressure is intense, and I can’t hold back. I have permission, so I let the pleasure consume me. The orgasms come like bolts of lightning that hit my core and make my walls spasm on Massimo’s incredible length.

But it isn’t enough. I need more. I cling to him with my nails pressed into his flesh while I ride the waves of euphoria. Then I feel him getting close and it brings me right back to the edge of bliss.

“Fuck!” Massimo hisses, his hips slamming into me.

Massimo erupts and his hot seed pumps into me. I welcome it with an orgasm so hard it knocks the wind out of my shuddering frame. I exist in a breathless moment of pure ecstasy until he’s done. Only then do I finally get enough oxygen to keep me from passing out.

“Now roll over and stick your ass out like a good girl,” Massimo demands.

I was scared of that the last time he said it. I’m not scared anymore. I wait until Massimo pulls away, then I obey. My weary arms barely support my weight, but I keep myself on them until I make it to my knees. A twinge of anticipation sweeps through me as I find the right position and push my bottom out for him.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls, giving me a sharp slap on the ass before both hands dig into my hips.

The slap vibrates through me, teasing my walls and making me gasp. Then I stick my ass out further, feeling his cock against my bottom hole.

“Not so fast, bambina ,” he says, moving his cock and sliding a finger into my pussy. “You’re not ready yet.”

I feel ready, but I don’t argue. Massimo’s finger slips inside my pussy, then he spreads my juices on my puckered hole and slips a finger past the ring. I gasp from the sudden intrusion, but my body adjusts a lot faster than it did the last time.

Massimo’s fingers prepare me and once he’s satisfied, I feel his cock. I brace myself as I’m filled by his length, gasping once he’s deep.

The thrusts are gentle at first, but he quickly speeds up, and the friction radiates into my trembling vaginal walls, reigniting the spark in my core.

“Oh god, oh god,” I mewl, the pleasure building inside me.

I’ll have more bruises tomorrow. I’ll be sore and aching with exquisite agony. Several hard slaps land on my bottom in unison with his forceful thrusts into my ass.

And then I come.

“Massimo!” I cry out, clenching his cock as my pleasure gushes from my core.

My toes curl. My back arches. Massimo’s grip tightens and he pounds his throbbing cock into me.

“Oh, fuck!” he roars, then I feel him erupt deep inside me.

His pleasure sends tremors that quake through my body and force me to come again. Massimo rests his weight against my back and his lips brush my ear.

“Thank you for not making me spend my last day alone,” he rasps, his hips twitching as another rush of hot seed spills into me. “If I could say the three words I want to say, your ears are the only ones that would ever hear them again.”

“Then say them,” I whimper. “Just so I can hear them once, even if it’s too soon for those kinds of feelings—I don’t care.”

“I love you, Lea,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, sinking to the mattress under his weight with his softening length still inside me.

Three words that should convey so much more than they do. But I’ll cherish them long after he’s gone.

We doze off for a while. Then we make love again before dinner. As soon as we finish, and have another wine-buzz to reenergize us, we’re right back in bed.

Massimo makes the most of his last night, and after he’s spent, I fight back the tears, aching to hear those three words again. But they never come. I listen to his breathing until he’s asleep, then I fall asleep in his arms for the last time. His may be the only ones that ever hold me.

I wake up with the afterglow of shared passion still coursing through my veins. The sun is trying to come out, but it’s cloudy today. I look to my right and stretch out my hand, immediately noticing Massimo is gone. That makes me sit up with alarm, and a cold surge of fear replaces the pleasant afterglow.

“Massimo?” I call out, getting out of bed. “Massimo, where are you?”

I walk out of the bedroom and hear the shower. That causes me to exhale a short sigh of relief. He’s not gone. He didn’t leave without saying goodbye. I’m not sure I could handle that. It would make everything we’ve shared seem hollow.

“You could have woken me up,” I mutter as I walk into the bathroom. “I would have joined you for your last shower.”

“Then join me, bambina ,” he sighs, opening the shower curtain. “I didn’t want to wake you because I thought you might need your rest after last night.”

“My legs are still shaking, and I feel completely numb below the waist,” I reply, unable to hide my grin. “But I’m sure I can handle a little more—if you can.”

“Damn right,” he growls, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me into the shower.

Massimo pushes me against the wall and slaps my ass. I jerk from the impact and the sting that reignites the fire from last night. Massimo’s hands roam my body and squeeze my breasts, then one hand goes lower, and he rubs my clit.

“Oh, god,” I whimper, feeling his hardness against my folds. “Please… I need you.”

Because as long as he’s inside me, he’s alive. There’s blood pumping through his veins instead of exiting his body. I don’t want to think about that. The images will get burned into my head, and I won’t be able to enjoy this.

“Needy bambina ,” Massimo chuckles, pushing into me. “This is what you need?”

“Yes!” I gasp, a shudder making me tingle as Massimo goes deeper.

One last time.

Then I have to let him go.