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Chapter 40

Massimo

I'm almost thirty-three years old, and have never had a woman come like it was an earth-tilting-off-its-axis and life-transforming experience.

When Nova came, she squeezed around my cock so hard it stole my breath and paralyzed my body. She shook and arched like she was being ripped apart inside, and if it wasn't for her utterly euphoric expression, I would've panicked. Tears coat her cheeks, but her eyes are bright and strong.

So fucking strong.

And her eyes are wide open. Her walls are gone. I see her .

She's walking strong and proud through the flames, right to me.

"My queen." My cock swells so hard and full, I envision the skin straining not to rip apart, and I savagely slam into her to remove any remnant of doubt that this woman is mine. "All fucking mine."

Ecstasy unlike anything I've ever experienced before roars through me as my orgasm explodes my cum into her. I'm unhinged at the thought of impregnating her—not only to protect her, but because I want that reality with her so fucking bad, I'd sell my soul to the devil in order to have it.

As the aftershocks of my own earth-tilting-off-its-axis orgasm abate, I feel her tiny body shake under mine. The reality of how hard and vicious I took her virginity and made her first time breaks into my blissed-the-fuck-out headspace .

I'm a goddamn beast.

"Nova," I choke, feeling her small body shake harder.

Before I can pull away, she pulls me close with her hands wrapped around the back of my neck. Her mouth presses against mine. "Don't leave me."

"Never," I vow, then dip my tongue into her mouth, reveling at the welcoming response of her tongue swirling with mine.

Wrapping her tight to me, I roll us so I'm on the bottom, keeping her impaled on me. I want to keep as much of my cum inside her for as long as possible.

We kiss for what could be hours, our tongues moving in a slow, erotic dance. My cock is hard again within her, and her hips slowly undulate, learning the dance of how to move along my length.

The fact that I'm her first—her first kiss, her first touch, the first one to slide into her heavenly pussy—makes me drunk with a powerful lust and a potent greedy satisfaction.

No man has had what is mine, and no man ever will.

Guilt tries to push in, because all that Nova asked was to live a peaceful life free of her monsters. I couldn't give her that, because I wouldn't give her that. She was never leaving me—either through anyone trying to take her away or from her wanting to leave.

I wrap her up tighter, and she melts into me for a moment until she pushes up to straddle me. Sitting up proud, like the regal queen she is, staring down at the man she's conquered and who will level the world for her, she moves up and down my cock with surer strokes.

I reach up and cup her cheek with one hand, while the other plays with her breast. I let her guide the movements, as I know she'll be sore from how hard I took her. Her doe-like brown eyes are hooded with desire as I swirl my finger around her nipple, but a flicker of uncertainty crosses through them.

Before she can start rebuilding her walls to keep me out, I shift my hold and pull her down so our lips touch. "Don't push me out, Nova," I murmur.

She stills her hips. "I'm not," she whispers. "Or I'm trying not to."

Rubbing her back, I ask, "Are you too sore? "

She quickly shakes her head. To test the truth of her answer, I gently thrust up into her. She doesn't stiffen; instead, she melts on me again and moans softly.

Keeping my movements gentle, I continue thrusting up into her, and she begins to move on me.

Her face is buried in my neck, and she wraps her arms around my head. "I don't know how to do this… What you like."

"You're perfect. This is perfect." And it is. I've never felt sensations like this before with her sheathed on my cock, or the pleasure that's coursing through me. "To know I'm your first and only… That I can corrupt such innocence."

She pushes back to counter my thrust harder, and gasps.

Immediately, I stop because it sounded pained.

She shakes her head, sitting up again. "Don't stop."

Her gaze drags down my torso like a caress until she stares at where she's impaled on me. There's a smear of blood on my lower abs at the base of my cock.

The fact my cum is buried deep in that pussy, along with my now-throbbing cock, which is going to add more, is nearly the undoing of my calm and control.

But I had already lost my calm and control when I took her virginity, and I wouldn't lose it again, not when I could hurt this precious treasure.

She bites her lip, still staring down at the blood. That uncertainty, along with something else I can't read, flashes over her face again.

Dread fills me that she regrets what we've done, that she regrets gifting me her virginity, but my resolve chases that away.

Nova is mine. Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. She'll soon be my wife and the mother of my children.

Before coming home to her, Mancini's spy had spilled his secrets before I ended him. They weren't exactly the secrets I was looking for—I still had no idea of Mancini's plan or why he wanted to hand Nova over to the French—but they were still valuable secrets to know, and they reaffirmed my plan.

"What is it, princess? "

Her body is strung tight. "You should've used a condom. What if the contraceptive isn't fully in effect yet?"

The original contraception she had started—and had taken one pill—would've been effective already. She's had sugar pills ever since though.

I keep my unreadable mask in place, not giving away my checkmate play. "You don't have anything to worry about, Nova."

My words are meant to be vague yet reassuring. However, they have the opposite effect.

She flinches as though I've slapped her. Her beautiful brown eyes—that had been wide-open to me—narrow, and I see those walls are coming back up.

Anger flares hot within me, quickly fraying my control and calm. "No," I growl. "You will not hide from me."

Her eyes widen but they don't fill with fear, they fill with anger. Which, in its own right, makes me happy, because from what I've learned about Mancini—from what Nova said, and what I learned last night—the fact that she's not submitting and hiding based on all the heinous lessons she was forced to learn makes me so goddamn proud of her.

She tries to get off me, but fuck that. I clamp my hands on her hips and hold her in place, keeping her impaled on my dick. Exactly where she belongs.

She fights, trying to break free of my hold, showing me the fire and fight that I love from her. However, our size difference is her huge disadvantage. I smirk at her squeak of outrage, but then she nearly shatters when I thrust up into her.

Her small hands stop trying to remove my big ones from her hips and go to my chest. Her fingers curl, digging her nails in, and it makes my cock throb harder.

I'm not a masochist, but the pain being caused by Nova standing up for herself and showing her claws is the fucking aphrodisiac that explodes in my blood like a nuclear bomb .

"Massimo," she cries, her head falling forward. But then it snaps up. Her face is filled with hurt and pain, and I immediately stop. "Put a condom on."

My left eye twitches and my expression flattens. "No."

"You don't want a child with a snake's spawn." Her words are half-whispered, half-hissed.

Like before when she mentioned this, panic and dread fills me that she somehow overheard my false words to Vito in my office.

I roll with her, pinning her back to the mattress, and keeping myself deep within her. "Where is this coming from?"

She twists her head away, refusing to look at me, even as her legs wrap around me tight and she digs her heels into my ass to keep me inside her.

"Nova," I warn.

"Just…fuck me."

I thrust into her, harder than I intended. She arches and tilts her head. I do it again, making her moan.

"Talk to me." I find a rhythm that is hard and slow, but not the punishing, mad-man fucking I had done the first time with her.

"Just fuck me," she repeats and finally turns her face back to me. Her eyes are filled with lust but guarded.

Something inside me snaps that she won't let me in; won't give me the real her. I drive into her viciously, sinking my cock deep and hard into her. "This pussy is mine, princess. Mine to fill with my cum. My fucking seed ."

That said cock throbs, warning of an impending explosion to do just that.

Her pussy walls flutter, and her eyes widen but quickly narrow. "Do you have some kind of kink where the thought of getting me pregnant—"

"Not the thought." I crash my mouth to hers to shut myself up, but also because I need to have that delectable mouth with its perfect cupid bow for my own.

Her heels dig into my ass, and her nails claw at my back as she meets me thrust for thrust. But it's not enough… I don't think it will ever be enough .

I want her sobbing my name.

Shifting, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder to go deeper. Soon, I'll put both her legs over my shoulders and pin her to the bed as I ruthlessly rut into her to fill her with my cum. However, that deep assault on her insides will be too much for her right now.

This position will do, though, because her mouth has opened into a shocked O, and her breathing is ragged as I hit that beautiful spot deep inside her.

I brace my weight on one hand so I don't crush her. With my other hand, I flick over her clit, then rub over the swollen, pulsing bud.

Her body arches, and her walls tighten.

"Eyes on me as you shatter around this big, thick cock that only belongs to you, princess."

She obeys, and I flick her clit, hard.

Her back arches into a taut bow about to unleash. Her entire body has seized. Her small, perfect tits are mine for my taking, and I suck on one diamond-hard nipple. When I clamp down on it, that's the release button. Her walls relax slightly from strangling my cock as the orgasm slams its full intensity into her, and she screams.

I let the sounds fill the room. There are no guards standing right outside her door, but even if there was, I wouldn't give a shit. I want the world to know I've claimed this perfect woman. However, I can't reveal that to the world yet, but soon.

Very soon , I promise both myself and her.

With her walls still twitching, I rut like a possessed animal into her and continue to assault her clit. Tears fill her eyes as her body arches and twists, and I know she's trying to get away from my overstimulating her clit.

I clench my teeth, making a superhero-worthy effort to hold back my orgasm that is going to paint her walls with my cum.

"Massimo," she cries and writhes under me.

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me you'll never try to leave me."

Leaving isn't an option because I'm Don—a man with an army at his disposal to keep her by my side. But I need her to want to be by my side and not try to leave me .

"I…" Tears bead on her lashes. "Can't."

If she's the mother of my children, she can't, she won't , leave me.

Just like her own mother… Until something made her try to run and leave Mancini and save Nova.

"I'm not your father," I snarl, my top lip curling.

I'm. Not.

"I am a monster. But I'm your monster."

My mouth takes possession of hers as I pour my cum deep inside her while euphoria unlike anything I ever felt washes over me.