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PSYCHO

I rub the same damn spot on my chest that has me wondering if a heart attack is around the corner for me. Walking to the door, Hadley stands beside her car, keys in hand, and I’m assaulted by memories of everything her. I’m still reeling from her saying she isn’t enough. If anything, I’m not enough, but she’s goddamn perfect.

There’s a deep desire to let her be happy. As the ache in my chest worsens, I know that’s not possible. I can’t let her go.

I call Sean, my guard at the gate.

“Do not open those fucking gates. I don’t care what she says, or how much she pleads. If you open them, it won’t end well for you.”

I don’t bother with his response before I end the call. Switching my coffee for whiskey, I pour two fingers, drink it, and wait. One hour and twelve minutes later, the front door opens, as I fight the smile on my face. Hadley storms over to me, the halo around her irises more prominent than usual. Her fists are clenched, as she stares at me with something that looks like hatred, even though I know otherwise.

“Fucking asshole!” She screams, as she continues her best angry stare. It’s pretty fucking convincing. I lean my head over, looking behind her.

“What are you looking at?”

I chuckle low, as I admit, “You came tearing in here with so much hostility, I was checking for fire behind your pretty little ass.”

Placing her hands on her hips, she throws one hip out with such fucking attitude, and it’s goddamn adorable.

“Seriously, Massimo? You think this is funny?”

Slowly, I drag my gaze from her feet up her body, trailing every delicious inch, taking it all in, before landing back on her eyes.

“I think it’s funny you thought I’d let you go.”

I keep to myself that I tried letting her walk away, and physically felt unwell. My obsession is out of control, but it’s too late to fix that now.

She raises her fists, and I grab her wrists, not wanting her to get hurt, which is exactly what’s going to happen, if she punches me in the chest.

“Why, Massimo, why?”

I give her the only truth I know, as I yank her to my chest, and hold her tight in my grip.

“I don’t know what the fuck it’s called, little lamb, but it hurts when you’re not near me. My chest constricts, and I can’t fucking breathe. I’ll never be the man you deserve. I’m not going to marry you, and give you fucking babies. Don’t you think I know you are worth more than I can give you? It’s not because you’re not enough. I’m not enough. I can’t fucking let you go. I’m far too selfish of a bastard to live without you.”

Pulling back, she gazes at me with unshed tears in her eyes, as she places her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

“You love me, Massimo.”

Hanging my head in defeat, I admit it, because running from it has gotten me nowhere.

“Yeah, maybe I do, baby. I just hope this is enough.”

She runs her fingers over my cheek, stroking through my beard, before taking her hand to my chin, and lifting my head back.

“It is. I don’t need everything else, Massimo. Only you.”

Grabbing her ass, I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me, and she wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. I groan lightly as she leans down to kiss me.

Her soft lips on mine, as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, make me want her mouth on every inch of my skin, but that will have to wait. I lift her with me as I rise from the chair, and head to our bedroom. Setting her on her feet, I lick my lips while I gaze at my girl.

Mine.

“Get undressed while I get set up.”

She flashes me a ‘what the fuck’ look, but does as I told her to. Hadley undresses, while watching me hook the chains to the headboard, and if she questions it, she doesn’t say a word. Once she’s naked, she climbs on the bed and stays silent, while I cuff her wrists to the headboard, and attach her legs to the spreader bar.

“What?” she says, causing me to chuckle.

“Spreader bar. If you spread wider, it’ll lock you in place, and I can help if you don’t.”

I yank on the bar, and she gasps as her cheeks blush beautifully. My gaze drops between her legs, and I groan at the sight of her pussy on display for me, spread, and waiting for me.

Her eyes continue to follow me, as I move to my dresser and remove her vibrator.

“Oh my God.”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I take a moment to drink in her beauty.

“Fucking stunning.”

She looks like a filthy angel lying on our bed, arms restrained, legs wide open, hair splayed around her shoulders, and eyes on me, waiting for me to make her come undone. Fisting my shirt, I remove it and toss it behind me, as Hadley stares at me like her mouth is watering. I fucking love the way she gazes at me with hunger.

Lifting her head to get a better look at me, she watches as I remove my pants and boxers.

“Fuck,” she moans, when I take my cock into my hand, and stroke it for her.

I turn as if I’m going to leave, with a smile she can’t see.

“I’ll be back. I’m hungry.”

“I swear to God, Massimo. I’ll fucking stab you.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“That’ll be a little difficult, baby, in your current predicament.”

Going back over to her, I climb between her legs and blow on her clit, and she moans loudly.

“I was kidding, little lamb. This pretty pussy is the only thing I want to eat.”

“It’s not pretty,” she bites, and I run two fingers up her slit.

“This one is, Hadley. Fucking beautiful. So pink for me, I know it’s throbbing, and so fucking drenched.”

I flick the knife piercing in her hood as she yelps.

“This jewelry, which is a symbol that you’re mine, only makes it more stunning. So fucking pretty,” I say, as I flick my tongue over her needy clit. Hadley yanks on the chains, as I put my lips around her clit and suck hard.

“Massimo,” she cries, in a breathy moan that has my dick ready to burst.

Grabbing the vibrator, I push it inside her pussy and turn it on, while I continue licking and sucking her clit.

I slowly fuck her with the toy, as she writhes for me, and I know she needs more, but I don’t give it to her, because she needs to learn to put a voice to her desires.

“Do you know why I have you bound like this, little lamb?”

I look up at her wide eyes, and she groans pathetically.

“Because you’re sadistic.”

I chuckle softly, and admit, “Maybe a little, but that’s not why. There is nothing you can do to control your body. It’s all mine, to do what I want to it. You have only one way to get what you need, by telling me what that is. I suggest you start using your voice to tell me, or this could go on all fucking day.”

I fuck her slower and, yes, I know she wants it faster, but I want her to tell me, in her words, what the fuck she wants, instead of leaving it up to me. Hadley didn’t have good sexual experiences prior to me. That piece of shit she married didn’t give a fuck about her pleasure, but I do.

“Hadley,” I growl.

“I want it harder, Massimo. I want you to fuck me hard, with your cock. Not a piece of plastic.”

Climbing onto my knees, I fuck her hard with the vibrator, and watch, as it slides in and out of her pussy. I know she wants my cock, and she’ll get it, but fuck, this is for me.

“So beautiful, baby, you’re dripping for me.”

Withdrawing the toy, I move forward, grab onto the spreader bar, and line my cock up with her pussy, slamming into her as she yelps from the intrusion.

“You said you wanted it hard, and that’s what you’re getting.”

I jackhammer her as she whimpers for me, and I watch her pretty pierced tits moving with every thrust.

“Fuck!” she yells, as she shatters for me, back arching off the bed. The way she trembles with her orgasm is intoxicating.

“Good girl. Fucking beautiful.”

I pick up my pace and fuck her even harder, my breaths harsh, as I chase my own climax. This woman drives me crazy, and her pussy wrapped around my cock is like heaven.