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Chapter 24

Nova

I'm insane. What am the hell am I doing?

I have no idea.

This is my captor. A man who hates all Mancinis.

I'm the untouched, virginal pawn that is to benefit my father. I'm a tool of Massimo's revenge against my father.

But none of this stops my hands from reaching behind my back and undoing my bra.

Because I want something that's for me. And right now, I crave more of the pleasure Massimo has shown me exists.

So, I'm refusing to think. I only want to feel.

And with Massimo, in this moment, it's not just the pleasure he can give me. More importantly, with him, I feel like I'm the one in control. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have power.

His eyes move over my face, down my neck, sweeping over my breasts as I bare them to him. My nipples pucker from his rapt stare.

"Nova." He sounds pained. "You're so fucking perfect, princess."

I shiver as his gaze moves up, like he's physically caressing my skin, until our eyes lock, and I could drown in what I see in his.

I don't trust him, but that doesn't mean I can't take what I want, does it?

I feel in control and powerful, and I don't want that to end. He's the only one who's ever allowed me to have a taste of either.

My hand trembles as I trace his lips, framed by his stubble .

He doesn't move; he's letting me direct this.

For a man who values control, this would be unnatural, but he doesn't look like he's fighting to let me have control. No, it's like he wants me to have this—to take what I need, what I want.

"Undo my jeans."

His eyes widen at my command, then he smiles. "As my girl commands."

My core clenches at the deep rumble of his words. My stomach caves at the brush of his knuckles as he undoes the button of my jeans. They're loose enough to fit his big hand inside, and I raise on my knees to give him access to where I want. The downside is I no longer feel his erection—which I refuse to think about how big it felt—pressed against my sex. The upside is his hand is inside my jeans, and he holds me in his heated gaze as he moves my panties to the side and gently rubs one finger over my slit.

For a moment, memories push in of being hauled to an esthetician who lasered my hair off. I was being prepped for my future husband.

I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing out the memory.

"Nova, stay with me, princess." Massimo's voice pulls me back. "You okay?" he asks gently when I look at him. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head.

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

One tear slides down my cheek, and he kisses it away.

His tenderness and care… It's so at odds for the massive man he is, for the ruthless Don I know he is, for the monster he's rumored to be.

"Let me take care of you?" This time, it's a question, and I nod.

His fingertip runs over my slit again, firmer this time, and I feel wetness leak out of me.

"Keep your eyes on me, Nova."

I obey; not because I've been given a command, but because my entire being wants this—to witness and see, to connect us.

Then my world tilts as he slowly pushes his finger inside me. The sensation is…out of this world.

It sucks the air out of my lungs as I feel the fullness press against my walls .

For never even having had a tampon inserted inside me, this is…an unbelievable sensation.

If this is how one of his thick fingers feels, then what about two? What about the hard thickness I felt in his pants?

"One step at a time, princess," he reassures me, as if he can read my thoughts. "How does this feel?"

He moves his finger, and an automatic moan pulls from my throat.

"I'll take that as 'keep going'." He smirks.

If a shockwave of pleasure hadn't zapped through me when he did something with his finger that made me see stars, I would've told him not to be so cocky.

Instead, my head falls back, and my hips move. Just like earlier, it's not a consciously made movement—my hips know the rhythm of some ancient dance all on their own.

"Massimo," I gasp.

He presses on the spot again, making my eyes fly open and my mouth part in an O.

"Again. Say my name again, Nova." He's commanding, ordering me, but I don't care.

"Massimo," I moan. As he presses his thumb to my clit, so incredibly sensitive, I jump and only his arm around my waist holds me in place. "Massimo," I cry.

"That's it, my beautiful girl. Fuck my hand as I finger-fuck you to heaven."

Wet, lewd noises come from between my legs, but I don't care; I know no shame. I'm chasing that release he gave me earlier.

The pressure builds within my core and tingles dance down my spine, causing my muscles to tighten slowly. I feel my walls clutch at his finger as he starts moving it in and out of me harder. He removes his thumb from my clit, and I'm moving and grinding against him, but not falling over the edge. Instead, I'm being coiled coiled impossibly tighter.

My head twists from side to side, and my body arches. My body is being super-stimulated but without the final explosion. Sweat coats my skin, and I'm trembling. My stomach is quivering, and my legs shake.

"Massimo," I beg. "Please. "

"Eyes on me, princess." His voice is a low baritone that could be from the depths of hell, and I'd still obey.

I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes, and when I open them, I immediately fall into the depths of his. His pupils look entirely black, like he's a demon come to steal my soul.

I'll submit. I'll give whatever he wants.

"You're mine," he growls, consuming me. "Say it."

I shake my head. This isn't true. This isn't happening.

"Say." He thrusts harder into me. "It."

My whole body is wracked with shaking as whatever he's doing to me—whatever or however he's denying me—is destroying my body and ability to think.

I need whatever he's holding back from me.

"I'm…" I cry out with a keening sound that sounds like a plea, and he chuckles darkly. "I'm… Yours," I gasp, standing on the edge of a blade.

"That's my good fucking girl." He pinches my clit, holding it for what feels like forever as my body seizes. Then he releases it, and my world shatters .

His mouth crashes on mine as I scream his name, capturing it all for himself. White stars explode within the blackness that pushes in. This orgasm is more intense and powerful than my first one. It's almost painful, and I choke and cry into his mouth.

Ecstasy courses through me, and I feel myself drifting—to where, I have no concern right now. Maybe the orgasm shattered my mind and body into tiny pieces, or it's my mild sleep deprivation, or the emotional rollercoaster of this morning and the past few day. Whatever the reason, I have no concept of time or space as Massimo's tongue swirls with mine, and keeps me tethered to him until I slowly come back to reality.

Once the dazed and confused phase starts to lift, I realize I'm collapsed against him. His hand is still inside my jeans, lazily stroking into me.

He presses soft kisses along my cheek until he reaches my mouth. His tongue moves in the same slow, lazy movements as his finger. My panties feel drenched, and my cheeks heat .

I stir as agitation and worry press in. His arm around my waist tightens. He withdraws his finger, but keeps his hand inside my jeans, cupping my sex.

"Let me hold you, Nova, please." He kisses me softly. "Relax against me and rest, princess."

The monster, my monster, gives me an order, and my body yields.

My last thought is that Massimo has the power to break me in an entirely new way.