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Chapter 47

Nova

I’m a bundle of nerves, sitting cross-legged on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest.

The mattress dips as Massimo sits beside me, then he pulls me into his lap, gently brushing my hair back to study my face.

"You're safe here, princess. I'll only be gone a few hours."

I nod, unable to speak as fear tightens around my throat like a vise. Since returning from Catanzaro, Massimo has left the estate each day for short periods, but during those times, Gabe or Gemma have always been with me. Today, though, they're all attending a work function.

It’s not like I'm here alone, or that I'm not within the safety of a fortified compound.

But the fear of my father breaking in and taking me back—or worse, Massimo deciding I'm not worth the trouble if my father comes for me and hands me over—is tangible and suffocating.

In the time I've been Massimo's captive, I've made tremendous strides in overcoming and unlearning so many of my father's brutal lessons. If he gets me back, I can see two possible outcomes. One, I let the fire and fight that Massimo has helped nurture show to my father, and I'm punished to the point of him, and likely Julien Moreau, breaking me. Or two, my father's brutal lessons and their ruthless conditioning return with a vengeance, leaving me a shell of the woman that has begun to unfurl and bloom to life.

Either way, I won't survive mentally .

Sitting on Massimo's lap, I curl into his chest, and his strong, thick arms wrap around me, holding me to him. Binding me to him.

Tears burn behind my lids as I squeeze my eyes shut. I want nothing more than to be bound to Massimo, but I'm a fool to wish for such things. Every morning, he ensures I take my pill, preventing me from getting pregnant. And every morning, a new part of me weeps in silence.

I feel his cock harden and push into the softness of my hip. I've never initiated sex between us, but I feel braver now than I ever have.

My hand roams over his chest—everything about him is so large compared to my small, dainty frame—and lowers to his waistband. He hasn't gotten dressed yet in one of his power suits and is shirtless and in sweatpants.

Massimo, as a suit daddy and immaculately put together in Don mode, is something to behold. However, Massimo, casual and mussed—something I like to pretend I'm the only one who gets this version—is my undoing.

"What are you up to, my little hellcat?" he murmurs into my hair.

In answer, I drag my nails over his stomach, causing him to suck in sharply, and then I push inside his sweatpants. Next, I work my hand into the tightly woven boxer briefs he wears to cage that big, thick shaft. Wrapping my hand around it, I slide up and down his rigid length like he'd shown me.

"Are you trying to manipulate me into not leaving?" His voice is low and rough.

I rub my thumb over the head of his cock and smear the pre-cum that beads on top. When I stroke his thick length, he groans and pushes his hips up, encouraging me on.

I know Massimo needs to leave for this gathering of the Chamber factions, but I want a piece of him before he goes.

Maybe it's me trying to remind him of what's waiting for him at home to ensure he comes back. Or maybe it's me stepping into the sensual and sexual woman I've become under his nurturing tutelage.

Shifting off his lap, I kneel on the floor between his knees. He stares down at me like a god on high, but I sense—no, I see— the power I have in this position.

"I want you." My voice is husky with lust. "I want to suck your big cock."

A few days ago, he taught me how to suck my first cock, walking me through it and what he liked. And I loved it. Especially as he cupped the back of my head and drove in deep, while still ensuring I was enjoying it—as he still took care of me while I 'took care of him'.

His dark brown eyes get impossibly darker, and he lifts his hips for me to pull down his sweats and boxers enough for the giant appendage to spring free. "My cum goes deep in your pussy."

It's a rumbling command, and one I don't quite understand; he never comes anywhere other than my pussy, even though he says dirty, filthy things about coming down my throat, or all over my tits, or even deep in my ass.

I slide his sweatpants and boxers off. Holding his stare, I lean closer, sticking out my tongue and flick it over the head of his shaft, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum.

His jaw ticks, and his breath is held until I wrap my lips around his head, letting it fill my mouth as I slowly slide down.

"Fuck, princess," he groans.

I keep going, encouraged by how he sounds so close to losing control. I don't want him calm and in control; I want him wild and unleashed like he had been when he took my virginity.

His hand tunnels into my hair, holding the back of my head. "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so well. Learning so fast."

Pleasure bursts within me at his gentle praise. I press my tongue along the underside of his cock and suck as I glide up along his length, then swirl it as I glide back down.

"Fucking hell." His hips buck, driving him deeper into my mouth and making me choke. But I don't pull back. I want to choke. I want to not be able to breathe. I want to be at his mercy.

I hum and moan, my hand cups his heavy balls and the other skates down and into my shorts to slip a finger into myself. I'm not surprised to find the wetness already soaking the gusset of my underwear.

His hands fists my hair, and on my next downward slide, he pushes my head down. Then he pulls my head back up, using me like a rag doll .

"Is this okay?" he grits, trying to hold back in case I'm not enjoying this.

My heart clenches at his care and tenderness, even though he's starting to tremble, trying to remain in control.

My eyelashes flutter shut, and I nod, humming.

"You're so fucking perfect," he rasps.

Then he unleashes, fucking my mouth. I give myself completely over to his control, wholeheartedly trusting him, knowing he wouldn't hurt me, not in this.

I lose myself in him—the knowledge I'm giving him pleasure, the sounds he makes, the way he touches me. Drool drips down my chin and pools at the base of his cock, dripping to run down his balls.

I'm hypersensitive to everything. The way my body is flushed with heat, the pulsing and throbbing in my core. The feel of his big hands gripping my head and controlling the pace and depth of him fucking my mouth. His big dick filling my mouth and pushing into the back of my throat to make me choke.

My eyes roll back in my head, and my muscles tighten, feeling on the precipice of an orgasm. I feel him thicken, and I'm breathless, anticipating the feel his cum pulsing into my mouth. A rush of euphoria floods me.

The thought of sitting back on my heels, my face tilted up as he looms over me, jerking that big cock and spurting cum on my face, tongue, and chest nearly tips me over the edge.

When Massimo pulls me roughly off his cock and pushes me back, I think my dirty vision and desire are about to be fulfilled.

But then he's lifting me like a limp rag doll into his lap. He rips my loose, baggy shorts off my body, then slams me down onto his cock. I'm not even participating in the act; it's all him lifting and slamming my body down as I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on to his neck.

His strong fingers dig into my hips, and I hope he leaves bruises. My orgasm has already started to swell, already primed from giving him head. As Massimo lifts my body up and down along his long length—using my body to give both of us so much pleasure—my climax hits me hard.

Ecstasy roars through me, and I cry out his name .

"Mine." He thrusts up into me like a madman as he slams me down on him, destroying me in the best way possible. "You're. Fucking. Mine ."

His claim washes over me. The result is that another orgasm is rapidly building as Massimo loses complete control.

He tosses me onto the bed, then is on me, instantly driving back in deep. It's like he's a wild animal rutting into me, and I'm here for it.

My nails score down his back as I claw to get him closer, like I want to burrow under his skin.

His arms cage me in as he grips my head, tilting my head so I'm looking at him, and his eyes have a depraved glint. Then he growls, " Mine ," and erupts inside of me.

The thought of his cum pulsing into me, coating my walls, causes my orgasm, this one nearly splitting me in half in the best way possible.

In the aftermath, staring up at Massimo looming over me, looking down intently like he's trying to see into my soul, I'm nearly split in half again, but not in the same way as with my orgasm.

No, right now, I nearly break .

Because I just realized that, despite all my warnings to myself that I couldn't, I've fallen in love with the dark, dangerous man above me.

And even though he's told me I'm his, deep down, I know it's impossible.