“I should go now. We’ll meet tomorrow at lunch, okay?”
“Go and fuck his brains out for me. He’s even hotter than you said,” Olga replied, slapping me on the butt. “Ask him if he has a friend looking for some company,” she added as I passed the doorway.
“Trust me. You don’t want that.” I waved at her and left.
We went out without speaking. I pressed the button on the remote and got into my car. Massimo sat in the passenger seat.
“Where’s the Porsche?”
“Paolo took it home.”
I pressed the ignition button and started driving. We didn’t speak at all the whole way home, both waiting for the other to start.
Back in our apartment, Massimo took a seat on the sofa and nervously ran his hand through his hair.
“Does your friend know who I am? Did you tell her everything?”
“Yeah. I had enough of all those lies, Massimo. I can’t live like that. Back in Italy it was easier. Everyone knows you there, but here it’s different. The people are different. They’re my people. And each time I’m supposed to lie to them, I feel like shit.”
He sat still, keeping his emotionless eyes on me.
“We’re going back to Sicily after the weekend,” he announced, getting up.
“Maybe you’re going back. I’m not going anywhere. Besides, you owe me an apology.”
The Man in Black drew near me, suddenly shaking with fury, his eyes growing utterly black and his jaw clenching.
“I didn’t kill him, so you can’t blame me for anything. I went there to show him who he was dealing with. To set a boundary he won’t be able to cross.”
“I know he’s alive. I also know he won’t be bothering me again. He told Olga he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.”
Massimo couldn’t hide his amusement at that. He stuck his hands into his pockets and rocked on his feet.
“It would be strange if he still hoped to get you back after what he heard from you and me.”
I frowned and sent him a questioning look.
“I didn’t kill him. You should be grateful,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead and disappearing into the bedroom.
For a moment more, I stood rooted to the spot, thinking about their conversation. Finally, I followed Massimo. He was in the closet. I passed him on my way to the bathroom and took a shower, dreaming only of going to sleep. When I got back, he was lying in bed, wrapped in a towel, watching TV and looking absolutely comfortable—not at all like someone who had recently threatened to kill somebody. He was fascinating.
In my eyes, he was the perfect man—an alpha male, a guardian and defender. For the rest of the world, he was an unpredictable and dangerous mobster. It was strange and exciting, but would I be able to cope with that in the long run? Since last evening, when he had knelt before me, I was wondering if spending the rest of my life with this man was a good idea.
“We need to talk, Laura,” Massimo said suddenly, keeping his eyes on the TV. “You rejected my call today and then turned your cell phone off. I’d like that to remain the first and last time. This is about your safety. If you’re not in a mood to talk to me, pick up and tell me. Don’t make me do things such as tracking you.”
I stopped in the doorway, fully prepared for an argument, but Monika’s words reverberated in my head. He was right. I walked over to the bed, allowing the towel I was wrapped in to fall to the floor, facing Massimo naked. He didn’t even look at me. Fuming with anger, I threw myself onto the bed, turned my back on him, and fell asleep nearly instantaneously.
I was woken up by a gentle touch on my clitoris. I felt two fingers sliding inside me. Suspended between sleep and wakefulness, disoriented, not sure if this was really happening, I asked, “Massimo?”
“Yes?” I heard his sensual whisper right next to my ear.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get inside you. I’ll go crazy if I don’t,” he said, nearing his hips to mine, his hard cock resting on my buttocks.
“I don’t want you to.”
“I know,” he said, and impaled me.
He shoved his penis into my hole, wet with his spit. I moaned, my head snapping back, leaning against his shoulder. We were lying on the side, and his powerful arms snaked around me, tightening. His hips were still, and his hands slowly traced lines across my breasts. With a reverence approaching worship, he touched my body, pinching my nipples once in a while. His touch woke me up, stoking the passion inside me.
“I need to feel you, Laura,” he said as my hips started to sway gently. “Don’t move.” I was pissed—he woke me up, made me horny, and now was ordering me to lie still like a piece of driftwood.
I slid him out, turning myself over and sitting astride him.
“You’ll feel me now. Deeper and faster,” I said, clasping my hand over his throat.
Massimo didn’t resist. He gripped my hips with both hands, moving them gently. Even lying beneath me, he had to at least pretend to be in control. I tightened my grip and leaned in toward him.
“I am going to fuck you this time,” I said, starting to rock my ass.
As my clitoris rubbed against his belly, I felt the need to feel more. My movements sped up, getting more ruthless and insistent. The Man in Black dug his fingers into my buttocks, painfully, and moaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself and slapped him on the cheek with my free hand, immediately orgasming with incredible intensity. Wracked by spasms of ecstasy, all my muscles tightened, and I froze. Massimo clutched at me harder, starting to move my hips steadily. A moment later, I felt his finger slipping into my ass and I came again with a loud cry as he pushed himself inside me faster and harder.
“One more time, baby girl,” he whispered.
I lifted the hand that was resting on his torso and slapped his cheek again. I have never orgasmed for so long and so intensely. Massimo rolled over, throwing me to my back—his dick never slipping out of me—and knelt. I was exhausted, but I wanted more.
“I’m not going to come,” he said, stopping and lying down. “Besides, we left the condoms back in the car, and I never stop halfway.”
Puzzled, I sent him a look, but I couldn’t see his face in the darkness. I had always treated making him come as a personal challenge, more satisfying than my own orgasms.
“If you don’t want to come, I’ll do it for you,” I decided, shoving his cock down my throat, keeping my hand wrapped around its base. His breathing grew heavy, and he writhed beneath me. His body told me he was nearly there.
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my head so he could control my pace. Massimo tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me closer to his hips, making me taste his entire manhood.
He started to come, and a wave of his seed flooded my throat. I couldn’t swallow, and it spilled from my mouth. He didn’t seem to care, lost in the ecstasy my lips were giving him. At one point, the grip on my head loosened. His hand slipped off, hitting the mattress. I raised my eyes and licked his belly clean.
“You’re sweet,” I said, lying next to him.
I pressed a button on the remote I found on the night table, making the LEDs under the bed light up, so I could see Massimo’s face. He was perfectly still, drilling me with his eyes.