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PSYCHO

Her fear does nothing to relax my erection. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted inside a woman like I do her at this exact moment. The anticipation nearly kills me, as I wrap my hand around her wrist, lift it gently, and pull her hand down to cut into my chest. Her eyes widen, as she spots the slow flow of blood oozing from the wound. She leans down and I grab her hair, moving it out of the way, as she slides her tongue over the cut, taking my blood into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl.

The soft flicks of her tongue, knowing she’s drinking from me, have my cock so hard, it’s difficult to control myself. She lifts her head slightly, staring directly into my soul, as she licks her lips seductively. Reaching under her arms, I grab her, and throw her onto her back, ripping my knife from her hand.

“My turn.”

Pushing her legs back beside her ears, I kiss her ass cheeks while she whimpers. I cut into her flesh, and she hisses slightly from the pain. Her hiss turns to a moan, when I slide my tongue over her cut skin.

“Hadley,” I groan, all of my senses firing off like an explosion. The way she looks, tastes, feels, and fucking sounds, drives me insane.

“Look how drenched you are,” I say, as I push two fingers inside her, and am immediately rewarded with the buck of her hips, coupled with a soft breathy moan.

I press my nose to the inside of her thigh, and inhale her scent, before moving to her pussy, taking that in too. Gazing up at her body, I’m marveled by the pure beauty. Her dark hair splayed over my pillows, eyes blown wide with lust, that halo around her irises more prominent than normal, and the piercings I gave her. She’s so goddamn beautiful it almost hurts. The little girl that followed me around like a lost puppy is long gone. Replaced with a fucking siren. The most tempting of temptresses. This stunning woman wanted to take my family down, for crimes we didn’t commit. I should be punishing her, she deserves it. As I lower my head and slide my tongue up her slit, I know I’m coming undone. I’ve always seen things in black and white. She’s my grey. For the first time in my life, I want to get lost in something other than vengeance.

“Fuck.”

It takes me less than twenty seconds to realize I made a vital fucking mistake. Climbing over her, I quickly push my cock inside her, and close my eyes with a groan. I have no fucking idea how the hell the knife got close enough for her to grab it, but when the blade is pressed to my throat, I know I’m in a bit of trouble. My eyes pop open, and I stare at the stunning woman under me.

“Hadley,” I whisper softly, being careful not to move my throat too much. Her eyes glow with fury, and this time, her hand doesn’t shake. She’s steady as a rock.

“Let me make something perfectly clear, Massimo.”

I don’t move. I wait. The beauty of the moment isn’t lost on me.

“You said before you’d be inside another woman before the end of the day. Were you?”

“No,” I answer in a clipped tone, but it’s the fucking truth. I never left the house.

“Good,” she breathes, “If you’re fucking me, it means you aren’t fucking anyone else. Do you understand me?”

She catches me off guard. I’ve never been a monogamous man, and I certainly have never promised to not fuck another woman, but as hard as this should be, it’s pretty fucking easy.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Only you.”

It’s not a life-long commitment, but for now, it’s the truth.

Pulling the knife away from my flesh, I grab it and toss it behind me, unwilling to take the risk of her having a change of heart.

“Very brave, little lamb. The next time you press a knife to my throat, I’d advise you to slash it, because the price will be more than you can afford to pay.”

I crush my lips to hers, swallowing her soft moan, as I slide my tongue into her mouth, licking every fucking corner, unable to get enough while I move inside her. Every time I reach her ‘G’ spot, I rock back and forth, while she digs her nails into my shoulders. Pulling my hips back, I slam forward with punishing thrusts, desperate to hear more of those whimpers.

She places one hand in my hair, the other on the side of my face, and her back arches as the pleasure consumes her. My name falls from her lips in a garbled scream, and it makes me feral for her. Driving into her soaked pussy, as it squeezes my cock, I feel something I’ve never felt for a woman. Pure obsession. I’m possessed with the need to own her.

Placing both of her hands in my hair, she pulls my head down and whispers, her breath fanning my lips, “Come for me, Massimo.”

And I do, because this woman is my fucking downfall.

I hold her in my arms and rub her back, careful to avoid the tattoo. Her head is on my shoulder, her tits against my chest, and one leg draped over me. I like the way she feels, but I have to ruin this serene moment, because I need information.

“You said Carlo was from a rival family?”

Hadley lets out a long sigh, as she balls up her fist on my chest.

“Yes.”

A few years ago, I heard rumblings of Carlo Bianchi being in prison. I never found out why, because I didn’t care. The De Lucas wiped out the majority of the Bianchi line, but clearly didn’t want to go to the trouble to take care of the man in prison.

“Bianchi?” I ask, needing confirmation.

Popping her head up, I’m met with pleading eyes.

“Yes. Please don’t go asking questions, Massimo. You will get me killed.”

She’s more afraid of him than she is of me, and that I find interesting.

Rolling her over to her back, I grip her chin in my hand, forcing her to see me. Hear me.

“I will not let him hurt you. If I had known of the situation, he wouldn’t have gone to prison.”

Her eyes widen, and it causes a dark chuckle to escape from me.

“He’d be dead, Hadley.”

I fucking hate how sad her expression is, when she talks about him.

“What did he do to you?”

She closes her eyes tight as I witness the pain visibly consuming her, like a wave pulling her under.

“I told you, he was brutal. He beat me far more often than he didn’t. Choked me with a belt, until I passed out. The only thing that kept me going was Michael. Then he took him from me too.”

It’s not lost on me that she once told me I was a worse man than Carlo. I don’t say that though, because this isn’t about me.

“I swear to you, I’ll protect you. That asshole, and any of his associates, will never get close enough to touch you. Whenever you leave my home, you’ll be protected. You belong to me, little lamb, and I protect what’s mine.”