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Chapter 42

Massimo

Feeling like I finally have some insight into Nova's tormented psyche, I'm more confident that I won't accidentally trigger her.

Once Pepe Russo—he told me his name under severe duress —spilled his first secret about the Mancini Princess and saw how ravenous I was for any information, he cracked and spilled everything he knew, hoping it might earn him some mercy.

It did not.

But the fucking bastard told me everything he knew.

I think back to the bloody pile of flesh that was the remains of Russo after I was finished. He was the proxy for my rage against Mancini, and I made him pay in full, and then some.

Vito had witnessed my undoing. My brother hadn't commented, but I know his questioning is coming—and soon.

But I'm not focusing or worrying about that at the moment. I feel sick, knowing what Nova was made to endure.

And what we learned about her mother's death .

Things that I'm certain Nova has no idea about, nor will she ever.

She comes out of the walk-in closet wearing one of my dress shirts. The sleeves are rolled multiple times over, and the hem falls to her knees. She's adorable as hell.

Scratch that. With her mussed-up, creamy blonde hair hanging loose and her doe-like brown eyes, she's utterly gorgeous .

"Come here," I rasp. I'm sitting in my bedroom at a small round table that has the breakfast tray Jerome brought for us.

I realize my words could be construed as an order, but I don't apologize or rescind.

Her chin lifts, a spark of fire dancing in her eyes. The left corner of her delectable mouth twitches, like she’s fighting off an impish smile. Then she walks toward me, and I know it’s not because I ordered her to—she’s coming because she wants to.

She’s beautiful, and I see that bloodthirsty hellcat in her. And I’m here for it. One hundred fucking percent.

As she approaches, I open my knees and she steps between them, and I settle my hands around her waist. Her hand lifts to my hair, almost like it's the most natural thing in the world to run her fingers through it, but she hesitates. I silently encourage her to trust her instincts with me.

Then she threads her fingers through my hair. Very few people see me casual and ruffled, but with her, it's my favorite way to be.

With her dressed only in my shirt, and at her touch, my cock is rock hard, tenting my sweatpants. She looks down at it, and it jerks, wanting more of her attention.

My hands glide down over the globes of her ass, and I smile. "No panties. Good girl."

Her cheeks burst with color. "I don't have any clothes in your bedroom."

So she didn't look in the drawers in the closet. But I'm not surprised.

" Our bedroom. And you do." At her frown, I explain, "The drawers are filled with items for you. Jerome was waiting to move everything else from your temporary bedroom into here until I returned from Catanzaro."

Her frown deepens. "Why?"

"Because this is your bedroom now. Our bedroom," I stress again.

"Because we slept together? You don't have to—"

"I'm the Don of a powerful mafia family. I don't have to do anything ."

She hikes a brow at my arrogant statement, and I smirk.

I want to drop to my knee right now and pull out the ring I had made for her in Italy. But I can't just yet .

While I'm working hard at getting her pregnant, I need to figure out how to actually marry her. It's become clear to me that it's absolutely imperative that no one knows I have her yet. My protectiveness of her knows no bounds; I refuse to trust even a priest. If I did bring him here to marry us, I'd have to kill him in order to ensure her absolute safety. And the thought of not honoring my woman with a proper marriage celebration doesn't sit well with me, either. So while I figure out how to marry her without anyone knowing I have her, I'll execute my plan for the one thing I can do right now to protect her.

My dick jerks in my sweatpants at the thought of burying inside her and filling her to the brim with my cum.

"Do…do you need that taken care of?" Nova lifts her gaze from staring at my erection. Her cheeks are flaming red, but her eyes are steady. All innocent and ready, willing , to be corrupted.

I tilt my head to the side, ignoring my now-pulsing cock. "What do you have in mind?"

Her blush spreads down her neck to her chest, exposed by the top few buttons of my shirt she had left undone. "You… You seem to like…" Her blush deepens even further. "Giving me…oral."

I had woken her up this morning, licking her sweet pussy, that was still a bit swollen and tender. I made her come on my tongue, then we jerked me off together—she had quickly learned what to do, and I let her take control. And giving her complete control had made me lose all my control, and I ejaculated quickly. My cum had made a mess of us, but I scooped it all up and pushed it into her, even though the chance of it impregnating her was low. I decided then that, from now on, until she was pregnant, every drop of my cum would go inside her pussy.

Her pupils are dilated, as if she's remembering that scene as well. "Maybe you can teach me how?"

Having her kneel before me, wrapping those beautiful lips around my thick cock? Fuck yes. But if I let that happen right now, there's a risk I'd lose control again and end up coming down her throat.

That option of filling her mouth—and even filling her sweet little ass—with my cum will come after I've succeeded with my plan .

"I'd love to have your lips wrapped around my cock." I lean forward and nibble her nipple through my shirt. "But right now, I want to feed you."

Her hands thread through my hair again, and she holds my head to her chest. "That's it?"

I smile against her breast because she sounds awfully disappointed. Pulling back, I look up at her. "If you're not too sore, how about you wrap a different set of lips around my cock."

She bites her lip. Then she's scrambling into my lap.

Chuckling, I pull my throbbing erection out of my sweatpants. She straddles me, reaching down to grip my iron length, and I drag a finger through her slit.

She's soaked.

She starts to lower.

"Easy, Nova. I don't want to hurt you."

Her mouth parts at the sensation of me slowly filling her, and her eyes roll back.

She's a vision.

My balls are already sucking up tight, and that euphoric pleasure I've only ever felt with her rolls through me.

Before she can start to rock and ride me, I grip her hips. "Stay still. Just sit impaled on my cock while I take care of you."

She tries to rock again and whimpers in need when I stop her. "But this is taking care of me," she protests.

I chuckle darkly and nip her chin. "Be a good girl. Warm my cock while I feed you."

I grab the smoothie and hold the glass to her lips, watching the graceful column of her throat move as she drinks. When she's had her fill, she takes the glass and does the same with me—feeding and taking care of me.

I drain the glass, and she reaches for a muffin on the tray. Breaking it in half, she eats one half without hesitation.

The air sucks out of my chest.

I'm not angry that she's not letting me feed her; I'm fucking ecstatic that she's feeding herself. Without hesitation .

Triumphant pride gleams in her eyes as she smiles and feeds me the other half.

As she sits with my dick buried deep within her, I let Nova take the reins as she alternates between feeding me and herself. Once the tray is empty, her eyes glisten.

"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for helping me overcome this."

"Always," I promise. "Take your reward now, princess."

She needs no further prompting and kisses me deeply. As she rides me, with her hips undulating in perfect motion to glide up and down my length, everything about her—her touch, her sounds, her expression—is like she's a queen worshipping her king.

When she comes, I feel our souls knitting together as she clenches tight around me, and when I tip over the edge of euphoric bliss, it's with thoughts and prayers of a babe in her womb.