Resigned and exhausted, I collapsed to the floor, my back sliding down the wall.
“You look breathtaking, baby girl,” he said, trying to lift me in his arms. “That hair…”
“Don’t touch me! You won’t touch me ever again if you don’t explain yourself to me right now!”
My screaming made Massimo stand straighter. He loomed over me, looking more beautiful than I remembered. He was wearing dark pants and a dark long-sleeved shirt, emphasizing his perfectly toned body. Even now, furious at him, I couldn’t not notice how extremely attractive he was. I knew he was a wild animal, ready to pounce, and that the attack would come anytime now.
I wasn’t wrong. Massimo bent over and grabbed me by the arms, standing me up, and slipped his hand under my belly, throwing me over his shoulder, so I dangled head-down from his back.
My resistance and screaming wouldn’t do me any good, so I just surrendered, waiting for his next move. He went through the door to the bedroom and threw me on the bed, quickly pressing his body to mine, blocking any movement I might have tried.
“You met with him even though I told you you weren’t permitted. You know that I’ll kill this man only to make him stop seeing you?”
I kept quiet. I didn’t want to open my mouth, knowing that if I did, I would say more than I wanted. It was late. I was tired and hungry, and this whole situation was simply too much.
“I’m talking to you, Laura.”
“I hear you, but I don’t want to talk to you,” I said quietly.
“That’s even better. The last thing I’m in a mood for is difficult conversations,” Massimo replied, and brutally pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I wanted to shove him away, but as soon as I felt his taste and his scent, all the days spent without him flashed before my eyes. What I could remember above all was the sadness and the pain.
“Sixteen,” I whispered without breaking the kiss.
Massimo stopped and looked at me quizzically.
“Sixteen,” I repeated. “That’s how many days you owe me, don Massimo.”
He smiled and ripped his shirt off with one fluid move. The dimmed light coming from the living room illuminated his naked chest, revealing fresh wounds, some still with bandages on them.
“Oh my God, Massimo,” I breathed, squirming from under him. “What happened?”
I softly touched his body, as if trying to magically heal his injuries.
“I promise I’ll tell you everything, but not today. Okay? I need you to be well rested, fed, and above all—sober. You’re very thin, Laura,” he said then, caressing my body, tightly wrapped in black fabric. “I’m getting the impression you’re not feeling too comfortable in those clothes.” He rolled me over to my belly.
Slowly, he unzipped the skirt and pulled it down my thighs, throwing it to the floor. He did the same with the top, and a moment later I was left only in my lace underwear.
Massimo watched me, unbuckling his belt. I studied him as he did it, recalling the drastic scene I had been part of in the airplane.
“This is a new set, isn’t it?” he asked, pulling off his pants and boxers. “I don’t like it. You should take it off.”
I kept my eyes on him, taking off my bra. For the first time, I saw his manhood when it wasn’t erect yet. His thick, heavy cock was slowly rising as I got rid of my underwear. Even in this form, it was wonderful—I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel inside me.
Lying naked in bed, I lifted my arms above my head in a gesture of submission.
“Come to me,” I said, spreading my legs.
Massimo snatched my foot out of the air and raised it to his lips, kissing my toes and slowly lowering himself to the mattress.
His tongue descended down my inner thigh, finally reaching the end. Massimo raised his eyes and shot me a glance, buzzing with desire. His stare told me this wasn’t going to be one of those romantic nights.
“You’re mine,” he growled, sinking his tongue into me. He licked me greedily, reaching all the most sensitive spots. I writhed and squirmed, knowing that my orgasm would come very soon.
“No, stop,” I said, putting my hands on his head. “Come here, come inside. I need to feel you.”
Without hesitation, Massimo obeyed my order, sliding into me hard and fast, making both our bodies race together, like my heart was racing in my chest. He fucked me passionately, wrapping his arms around me tightly and kissing me deeply, taking my breath away. Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy spread through my body. I dug my nails into his back, moving them down, all the way to his buttocks, leaving trails of red. The pain I caused him was the final straw—his hot seed spilled inside me. We started and came almost simultaneously. Tears poured down my cheeks. I was so relieved. This is really happening, I thought, huddling against him.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s going on?” Massimo asked, getting off me.
I didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. I only rolled over, facing him, and hugged him tightly, hiding in his arms. He stroked my hair and kissed the tears away until I fell asleep.
I woke up as rays of the sun penetrated the drapes, illuminating the room. With my eyes half-closed, I reached to the other side of the bed. He was still there. I shot a glance at him and… jumped to my feet, screaming. The sheets were all blood-spattered, and Massimo was deathly still.
“Massimo!” I shook him, crying, and rolled him over. He opened his eyes, appearing disoriented. I collapsed back to the mattress, relieved. He took a drowsy look around and trailed a hand across his torso, wiping away the blood.
“It’s nothing, darling. The stitches must have broken,” he said, sitting up with a smile. “I didn’t feel a thing. But we have to get cleaned up. We look like we’ve murdered someone,” he added with amusement, running his clean hand through his hair.
“It’s not funny,” I snapped, and went to the bathroom.
I didn’t need to wait long for him to join me. This time I was the one who washed him, gently stripping off the bloodied patches. When I was finished, I reached for a first-aid kit and applied new ones.
“You need to see a doctor,” I said in a commanding voice.
Massimo shot me a warm, uncharacteristically submissive look.
“I’ll do whatever you want, but first we need to have breakfast. Your fasting has come to an end,” he said, stepping out of the bathtub and placing a kiss on my forehead.
I went to the fridge to look for something to eat, but the only things inside were wine, water, and some juices. The Man in Black went over, leaning his face over my shoulder, looking inside the empty fridge.
“Well, today’s menu is rather limited,” he said.
“I haven’t been hungry lately. But there’s a grocery store downstairs. I bet you’d like to feel like an ordinary human being for a change. Go get us something to eat. I’ll make you a list and prepare breakfast,” I said, shutting the fridge door.
Massimo took a step back and leaned over the kitchen table.
“As in: do grocery shopping?” he asked, frowning.
“Yes, don Massimo. Groceries. Butter, bread, bacon, and eggs. Breakfast.”
With a chuckle, the Man in Black left the kitchen, calling out as he went, “Write me a list.”