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Chapter 39

Nova

Massimo told me that prior to the power outage and going to bed, Jerome had made us a meal for when I awoke, and had it on the warming plates on the dresser. My heart had squeezed at the thoughtfulness of the majordomo who I could picture as a kindly grandfather.

Right now, Massimo has the food tray balanced on the hard, grooved planes of his taut stomach. Slices of steak with herbed garlic butter and sauteed mushrooms. Double stuffed potatoes that have pieces of lobster mixed in are cut into large chunks. Sauteed vegetables that shouldn't be so good, but they're the most delicious side dish I've ever tasted.

Maybe because of the massive man I'm straddling, my pussy lips framing his pulsing iron length. And maybe because of the open expression on his face as he stares up at me—like he's in awe and worshipping a goddess.

Or maybe it's because I'm feeding him as he feeds me.

And he's brushing the melted butter over the tips of my nipples.

For years, eating was a source of fear, a tool my father used to control me. But with Massimo, that fear is being unraveled—unlearned—and replaced by something far more potent. An erotic experience that alters everything I thought I knew about myself.

I lean forward, the movement pressing me down on his rigid length, and push a piece of steak into his mouth. He closes his lips around my fingertip. Instead of chewing the meat, he swivels his tongue around my finger, lapping and licking it, and the memory of him doing that between my legs assaults me.

I moan and rock against his erection, making pleasure spider out from the point of contact of our bodies. I pull my finger free from his mouth and brace my hands on his wide shoulders, nearly knocking the tray off as our gazes lock.

After he's finished chewing the meat, he swallows, the thick cords of his neck shifting with the movement. "Have you had enough?"

"I'm full. Now, I want to be full with you inside me."

A flicker of surprise coats his features, then he smiles—it looks happy and…proud. "I love when you're open with me and voice your wants and needs. Your desires." My fingers curl into his shoulder as he flexes his hips and his rigid length presses against my swollen clit. "Yes, princess, show me your claws. Unveil that little hellcat inside you."

It’s then that I realize my fingernails have dug into his shoulders, almost breaking through the skin.

"Harder. Deeper. Cut me, Nova. Make me bleed for you."

Massimo would never give this kind of control to someone, but his unguarded expression tells me he's doing just that. And that he wants to give me control.

I dig my nails harder into his skin. A small 'popping' feeling tells me I've punctured his flesh. He doesn't hiss in pain, he doesn't grimace or wince. He stares up at me with stormy, dark eyes.

"More," he orders.

The warmth of blood coats my fingertips, and even though he's given me an order, I resist obeying and start to pull away. He grips my wrists to hold me there. The movement knocks the tray to the floor with a clatter, but neither of us looks away from the other.

"More, Nova."

My bottom lip quivers, and I bite it to make it stop. After what Massimo did to me, I should want my pound of flesh, and he's freely offering it to me. But I don't want it. Not his, at least. I want my father's.

"Everything you see here is yours to wield, princess …"

Massimo's darkness is staring back at me, but I'm not afraid, not anymore. I want to wield it, him, as a weapon .

"I don't want your blood; I want my father's."

"I'll destroy him," Massimo vows.

I close my eyes as a shudder wracks my body. Massimo isn't just unveiling the hellcat that's lived suppressed within me. That hellcat is vengeful and bloodthirsty, flexing her claws and ready to strike for revenge.

"We found one of your father's men that was sent here." Massimo sees into my soul as my walls are completely down. "I made him bleed, Nova. I made him scream . Because no one …" His hands tighten around my wrists, but I'm not scared. I'm falling headlong into the rapturous, depraved darkness he promises. "No one will take you from me."

A small whimper escapes me. It's not a sound of fear or sadness; it's a sound of need.

The room spins as Massimo manhandles me, and I'm suddenly on my back on the bed with him positioned between my legs. His cock throbs, like it has a heartbeat or is a war drum. My legs spread wider and wrap around his hips. With our size difference, my legs can't fully lock together around him, so I dig my heels into his ass to pull him closer.

He shifts, reaching to the bedside table, his eyes boring into mine, pinning me in place, then he presses his fingers to my mouth. "Open and swallow."

I realize it's the birth control pill—he must have gotten it from the package sometime while I slept and placed it on the bedside table.

I do as he orders, but hurt slices through my chest. My walls are down, so Massimo sees it all.

He rocks against me. "It has all the vitamins you'll need."

Confusion fills me at his words, but all cognitive thought is shattered when he pushes harder against me. The broad head of his erection is about to breach my entrance, but he pauses.

"Do you want this?"

My heart squeezes that, regardless of our position and my obvious readiness, he's being absolutely sure he has my consent.

"Yes," I whisper.

A flash of tenderness appears on his face before the heated desire pushes back in .

He rocks his hips against me, and I almost whimper and beg. I can feel him right there, but I need so much more. I need him.

"Please."

It's like I can see the iron-grip he has on his calm and control start to slip.

"Please, Massimo." I whimper, lifting my hips to try and draw him into me.

His calm and control retreat a bit more as his nostril flare. His eyes are almost black.

"I'm going to stretch this virgin pussy. Make it bleed, but this will be the only time I make you bleed, princess." He pushes against me, and I feel my wetness coating us both. "Then, after you squeeze the fucking life out of my iron-hard cock, I'm going to pump you full of my cum." He pushes his tip in, and it burns as I stretch. I'm balancing on the blade of a knife, unable to breathe. "Fill your cunt with my cum as I fuck you again and again ."

Holy motherfucking hell.

"Breathe, Nova."

I do as he says, and on my exhale he slowly pushes in a bit further, and the burn morphs into a dull pain. I feel his massive body shake as he tries to stay in control.

Wetness drips down my seam and coats his cock. The thought of him inside me causes my muscles to relax, as if they've been waiting their entire life to receive his cock.

His body shakes harder as he fights to keep control, but there's a glint of savagery in his dark eyes.

"You're doing so well, princess. You're going to take me so well. Like you were made for me."

My body relaxes more with his praise. "I need you. All of you." I dig my nails into his hard, muscular ass, trying to pull him into me

He braces himself on his elbows, his massive hands cupping my head, his massive body pinning me down, as his massive erection pushes in one more inch.

I open for him more, accepting him in, and I clench around him .

His eyes are locked on mine, and when my walls clench again, I see the calm and controlled man is no more. I see the monster. The beast.

"You're. Fucking. Mine ."

He flexes his hips and shoves forward, ramming into me. Heat, bright light, and pain erupt as I fully stretch at his sudden, brutal invasion.

I thought Massimo would be gentle and slow when taking my virginity.

But this monstrous, almost vicious way matches his dark claim perfectly. Matches him—matches us—perfectly.

I scream, and his mouth crashes to mine, capturing the sound for his own. Like he's drinking every sound I make, every breath I take, as his.

He pulls back and rams in again. I cry out, but this time, the burning pain is easing, and wicked pleasure and bliss flutters to life.

His hands tighten as they cup my head. "You're mine, Nova."

As if to drive that claim home, his hips snap viciously as he pummels into me. He's like a man possessed. Incessant at the thought of me being anyone else's. At the thought of anyone taking me away from him.

I topple over the edge of foolish insanity because I believe him.

"Make me yours in every way," I plead, my voice cracking as my walls crumble. I know I’ll never be able to fully rebuild them again against Massimo—I won’t be able to fully hide behind them with him.

And I don't want to.

I may be foolish, gullible, or stupid, but something is nudging me to believe what I'm feeling and witnessing with Massimo.

"Every way." His words sound like a vow, an ominous promise. "And I'll slaughter anyone I have to. I'll rip them to shreds. I have already." He stares down at me, his gaze piercing straight into my soul, like a dark god, claiming every broken, jagged part of me. "I killed a man before I came home to you."

I spiral further into depraved darkness. Pleasure blooms within me, and I arch my back, digging my heels and nails into Massimo's back.

He bites the tender flesh of my exposed throat, then the swell of my breast. Biting hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin, keeping his promise of not making me bleed except on his cock .

"Because that man played a part in trying to take you from me. They'll never succeed." His thrusts are brutal, ruthless. His face isn't just filled with darkness, there's a crazed look on it. "They can send an army. I'll gut them all."

My vision flickers with images of Massimo doing whatever it takes to protect me. Darkness blurs the edges with bright spots of light—a perfect contradiction, just like him and me.

His dark vow shouldn't be affecting me the way it is, but I can't stop.

As his punishing thrusts conquer and lay claim over me, sweat coats my skin and heat pours into my blood, infusing every part of my body. A swell of malicious hate for my father rises, towering within me, and it scares me what will happen when that tower breaks. Yet pleasure is rising deep within me, and I know the orgasm Massimo is about to give me very soon will alter the course of my life.

His punishing pace and thrusts don't relent.

His all-seeing eyes don't look away.

His hands tighten as he cradles my head.

"Let go, Nova. Let go of it all. You've lived in those fires of hell for too long. Walk through the flames and emerge forged as my queen."

The sound of all the air in the world being sucked away, then the roar of a backdraft—a sudden, powerful explosion—shatters my world.

I feel everything, and yet nothing at the same time. It's like all my broken, jagged pieces have been blown apart, allowing me to fly free and unrestrained.

Then I feel massive, powerful hands pulling me close, pulling all those splintered pieces back together and meddling them into something new. Something stronger.

"Massimo," I cry, blindly clutching him.

"Nova." His voice is dark and thick. "Princess."

I open my eyes, feeling tears on my cheek, and focus on Massimo over me. My walls are still contracting and spasming around his thick shaft, and I feel him thicken within me.

"My queen." One more savage thrust, and I feel the heat of him coat my walls.

" All fucking mine ."