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ANASTASIA

I’ve been staring out the window, through the bars, for hours. His property is beautiful, and I’d love nothing more than to explore it. I won’t ask for that. Making Massimo angry seems easy, and dangerous.

I spot movement near one of the two large gardens, and it catches my eye.

He catches my eye.

Massimo is running back toward the house, in black sweatpants and no shirt. My breath hitches, because he’s evil, but beautiful. A large frame, with chiseled muscles, and so much ink. When I last saw him, he had one tattoo on his arm, but now, he’s covered with them. As he gets closer, I notice his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and ignore my drenched panties.

You will not be attracted to him.

First crushes die hard, but this one has to. After Carlo, I vowed to stay away from bad boys. I didn’t know, when I met my ex, that he was affiliated with a mafia family. I didn’t find that out until after I got pregnant, three months to the day after we started dating. Then it was too late.

His gaze lifts to the window, and I know I’m caught. I dart away so he can’t see me, and run back to the bed with my hand on my chest, as my heart thumps wildly.

When we were kids, he was both kind and cruel, although mostly the latter. There were times he showed me that he cared. I wonder if that part of him is gone, or if there’s any of the boy I knew left at all.

I lay on the ground, blood covering my knees, and Massimo and Lorenzo run through the empty field to me, like they somehow knew I was here.

“Lorenzo,” he barks, “Grab that fucker.”

Kneeling beside me, Massimo stares at me with concern, as he pulls my dress down, now covering my thighs appropriately.

“You are not supposed to be over here by yourself. What the fuck did he do to you?”

I shake my head no, not wanting to talk about it, but he insists.

“Tell me.”

Glancing down at my skinned knees, unable to meet his gaze, I admit, “He pulled my dress up and, when I told him no, he pushed me to the ground, and got on top of me. Then he ran off, because he heard you coming.”

He sighs audibly, like he’s relieved I’m okay, and the butterflies swirl in my belly. When he leans down, and softly kisses each of my knees, my heart soars like it’s trying to take flight. I love Massimo Bonetti. I will always love him.

Several minutes later, I hear the locks clicking on the door, which does not calm my racing heart. If anything, it makes it speed up so fast, I feel it in my throat.

The door opens and Massimo stands in the doorway, his gaze leisurely traveling my body, making me feel like I forgot to put clothing on. His lips pull up into a smirk, as if he knows that I was eye fucking him. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Come on, little lamb.”

I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I follow him anyway. The entire way downstairs, I’m hoping it’s not to the basement. That place is the worst. Every time he’s done something horrible to me, it’s been there.

“I thought you might like to take a walk.”

I glance at him, as we walk toward the French doors.

“Thank you.”

Placing his hand on the small of my back, he reminds me once again, that he’s in charge. As if I could forget.

“If you don’t behave, you’ll never go outside again.”

I jerk my chin up, and flash my annoyance to him.

“You don’t have to keep threatening me. I get it, already.”

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me to a sudden stop, and runs his fingers down my cheek.

“I don’t think you do get it, little lamb. Every time I remind you of what’s at stake for you, I see fear. Beautiful fucking fear. Your eyes widen, lips part, breaths get heavy, and fuck, I like it. So I’ll keep reminding you, continue causing you terror, because it pleases me.”

I shove down the urge to tell him he’s a complete psychopath, because he already knows that.

“I’m being nice right now, so maybe be thankful, and keep your bitchy attitude to yourself.”

Cocking my head to the side, I lift an eyebrow, challenging him, because maybe he likes my fear, but I like pushing him just a little.

“This is nice, Massimo? We’ll have to agree to disagree. Nice would be letting me go. Do that, and I’ll think you’re nice.”

He chuckles soft and low, as he yanks my hand and starts walking again.

“I like it when you’re delusional, little lamb. It’s cute.”

We step outside into the warm sunshine, and I let out a gasp, at the sight of what I guess is the backyard. It’s so massive that the word feels inadequate. He wraps his hand around mine tightly, like I might make a run for it. I learned my lesson, trying to run from him the first night at his warehouse, although he told me to. I’m sure if there’s a place to run to, he would know, and follow. He’s in great shape, so I have no doubt that he could outrun me anyway.

We walk past an Olympic sized pool, with water that might be bluer than the ocean, and over to a massive garden, that is mixed with greenery, and red roses, designed in a spiral pattern. There’s a walkway between the two gardens, with some kind of grey concrete, and I spot the logo stamped into the cement. Three skulls, one with a crown and wings. It says Bonetti Brothers, but I remember from my childhood his father had one just like this, on the gate to their home. It didn’t say brothers though, it only had their last name.

I walk away from him to get a better look at the flowers, and he allows it, no doubt still watching me. There’s no need to look behind me, because I can feel his eyes on me. Heat licks up my skin, and I try to block it out. Leaning down, I inhale the scent of the most perfect roses I’ve ever seen in my life. There’s not a hint of dying leaves, it’s all landscaped meticulously.

“This is gorgeous,” I breathe, as the sun warms my skin. Not knowing when you’ll ever see outside again, or if, makes you appreciate it differently. His breath brushes over my bare shoulder, before he sinks his teeth into my flesh with a growl.

“You’re gorgeous.”

A moan slips between my lips, when he licks the spot he bit.

“Are your panties wet, little lamb?”

“No,” I answer, the high tone in my voice betraying me.

Wrapping his arm around me, he splays his hand over my stomach, and makes a deep humming noise in my ear.

“I might believe you, except for one thing. I can fucking smell your arousal.”

Shaking my head, I continue to deny it.

“You’re wrong. I’m not.”

“Wet,” he says, finishing my sentence, sounding out each letter, causing my panties to become more damp. Why does his damn voice do this to me?

“Let’s see, little lamb. Do you think I didn’t see the way you were watching me from the window? Were you clenching your thighs, trying to get some relief? Would you have played with my pretty pussy, if I hadn’t come to you right away? Or would you have waited, and only given in when the throbbing became unbearable?”

He slides his hand up my thigh, underneath my favorite light blue dress, and drags his fingers over my skin slowly, causing goosebumps to appear. Placing his hand over my panties, a groan vibrates through his chest, into my back.

“Fucking. Beautiful. Liar.”

Slipping his hand inside my lace panties, he slides two fingers up my soaked slit.

“Drenched. You can’t hide the way I make your body feel. Has any man ever made you come the way I do?”

Like the way he pulls my orgasms from me, the words come the same, with honesty I’ll probably regret.

“No.”

He circles his fingers over my swollen clit, commanding me with his touch to come. Nobody has ever touched me the way he does, with such precision, as if he knows exactly what I want. How hard or soft his strokes should be. Massimo may be an asshole, but he can play my body like a musician plays their instrument.

I lean my head back against his chest, and grab onto his arm, as the pleasure climbs through my body.

“I still don’t like you,” I bite, and I’m not lying entirely. I at least don’t want to like him.

He chuckles against my neck, as he circles his finger over my clit and retorts.

“I know. Yet your ravenous pussy can’t get enough of me.”

“Massimo,” I cry out, as he pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me aggressively, giving me the delicious stretch I crave.

“Fuck,” he says in a low, dark growl, that nearly brings me to my knees.

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers, and I turn to find him sucking them clean, as he stares at me with a heated gaze. Taking my hand, he pulls me out of the garden, and I stare at him in question, as he pulls me up against the wall outside the house.

“Panties off. Now.”

I reach under my dress, pulling my panties down and stepping out of them, as he angrily lowers his pants, and pulls his cock out.

“I didn’t do that. You did. So stop acting pissed at me.”

He grabs my hips on either side, lifts me and impales me on his hard cock, causing me to whimper.

“I didn’t plan on fucking you, and I hate myself for it. You are my fucking enemy, and I don’t fuck my enemies, little lamb. You’re so goddamn beautiful, and I can’t help myself. So yeah, Anastasia, I’m fucking angry.”