Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

S ofia

A s I settled into the luxurious guest room, I couldn't shake the feeling of awe mixed with unease. Massimo's estate was like something out of a dream—or a movie about powerful men with dangerous secrets. I felt out of place here, having grown up in my father's shop and small apartment, so this all seemed like a bit much.

I felt like I didn't belong.

I sat on the edge of the massive bed, running my fingers over the soft, expensive bedding. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and blatant curiosity.

Who exactly was Massimo? He was clearly more than just my father's friend. He was a powerful man with a shit load of money, and I didn't know what to make of it.

Lying back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, replaying the day's events in my mind. From the moment he broke down the bathroom door, to the harsh spanking over his knee, to the way I had fallen apart all over his fingers, to the drive to his estate, everything felt surreal. A part of me still felt defiant, but another part—the part that had seen the fierce determination in his eyes—felt a sense of security.

Despite the fear and bewilderment, there was an undeniable attraction I felt toward him. The way he looked at me, touched me… it was hard to ignore the heat it sparked within me. But I was too ashamed to admit it, even to myself.

I needed answers, and I knew Massimo had them. Tomorrow, I would push him for more. I needed to understand who he really was and why my father had trusted him so implicitly. But every time I tried to focus on those questions, my thoughts drifted back to Massimo himself. The way he looked at me, the way his hands felt on my body—it was maddening.

Fucking hell. Get a hold of yourself, Sofia!

I decided a hot shower might help clear my head. I blushed as my hand rose to my chest, where his dried cum still marked me beneath my shirt.

I probably still smelled like sex.

I pushed myself off the bed and wandered into the bathroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the estate, with a deep soaking tub and a walk-in shower that looked like it belonged in a five-star spa. I turned on the water, adjusting it until it was just the right temperature, and stripped off my clothes.

Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water cascade over me, closing my eyes and trying to relax. The jets massaged my tense muscles, and the steam enveloped me in a comforting embrace. I reached for a bottle of lavender-scented body wash and began to lather up, hoping the soothing scent would help calm my racing thoughts.

But as I stood under the spray, my mind kept drifting back to Massimo. I could still feel the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I pressed my hand against the cool tile wall for support.

I needed to focus. I needed to think about my father, about the danger he might be in, about why Massimo had brought me here. But all I could think about was the way he had looked at me, the way he had made me feel—vulnerable, excited, and confused all at once.

I sighed, leaning my forehead against the tile. This was crazy. Massimo was supposed to be protecting me, not making me feel this way. But I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward him, the way my body reacted to his presence. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and it was driving me insane.

I tried to shake off my wayward thoughts, focusing instead on rinsing off the soap and letting the water wash away the remnants of the day. But even as I scrubbed my skin, I couldn't scrub away the memory of his hands on me, his voice in my ear.

Or his cock in my mouth.

Or his cum on my chest.

My nipples hardened, and I could feel a familiar ache building between my legs.

Fuck.

This was not helping, not in the slightest bit.

I finished rinsing off, but the arousal still burned low in my core. I trailed my fingers across my belly and my nipples throbbed, but my clit thrummed even harder. Before I could stop them, my fingers trailed downward and then grazed over that needy bundle of nerves. I gasped at my light touch, my desire blazing to life like a flame to dry tinder.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I'd already come several times today. I should be more than sated, but here I was with my fingers between my thighs before I could stop myself.

Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't want to be doing this.

But I was. I pressed down harder, rubbing in small circles as the pleasure built within me.

I could hear Massimo's voice in my ear, his words filling my head, his hand striking my bottom, my pussy convulsing as he pinned me against the wall and had his way with me. What would it feel like to have him between my thighs, to have him be the first man to fuck me with that same hard cock I'd had between my lips only hours ago? What would it feel like to have him driving into my ass?

I groaned with shame at the thought, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. There had to be something wrong with me.

But the more I thought about him, the more the shameful desire within me burned. I rubbed my clit faster, the pleasure building, my heart pounding. My body was trembling with need, and I could feel the orgasm hovering just out of reach.

I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to keep a level head while losing it at the same time.

As I circled my clit over and over again, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Massimo," I cried out, the name falling from my lips like a whispered prayer, and my legs started to shake.

Then a warm presence pressed up behind me.

"I love the sound of my name rolling off your tongue," he whispered.

He'd let himself in.

I gasped, the sound sharp in the shower stall. Blushing hard, I felt his erect cock pressing against my bottom cheeks. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close as I shivered in his embrace.

"I thought I could resist you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I told myself that I would keep you safe, that I wouldn't take advantage of you. But goddammit, Sofia. How am I supposed to fight this when you're touching that pretty little pussy while you're thinking about me? Fuck! While you're saying my name?"

I shook, unsure if it was the water beating down on us or the way his words were affecting me.

He took a deep, ragged breath, and then I felt his lips on the back of my neck, kissing the top of my spine. His mouth on my bare wet flesh was like molten hot lava.

My nipples ached, and I moaned, the sound coming out strangled and needy. I could feel his erection pressing against me, the thick shaft nestled between my sore cheeks.

He was naked.

I should have pushed him away, told him no, told him to leave me alone, but I couldn't. All I could do was whimper as his mouth moved up to the base of my skull, trailing wildfire in his wake.

"You're making it very hard for me to be good, la mia bambina ," he growled against my skin.

I didn't say a word, but my head tipped back, my wet hair cascading down my back as his mouth trailed across my jaw.

"I should leave you alone. I shouldn't touch you, not like this. I should put you to bed and shut the door. I shouldn't let this sweet little body of yours get to me," he murmured, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along my ear as I shivered in his arms.

But he didn't do any of those things.

Instead, his hand traveled up and cupped my breast, squeezing the fleshy mound before pinching my nipple. I cried out, the sound swallowed by the steady hum of the water as it pelted our bodies. His hand continued up, circling around my throat as his other dipped down between my thighs to find my own still there rubbing my clit.

He smacked my hand lightly and I pulled it back, only for him to replace it with his. His rough digits pressed against my pulsing clit, and once again I told myself I should stop this.

"You're driving me crazy, Sofia," he growled, and my stomach tied in knots. We were spiraling farther and farther out of control, and I knew that once we finally tipped over the edge, there would be no coming back.

I didn't tell him no, though. In fact, I didn't say anything at all. I couldn't.

I was too caught up with his fingers between my thighs. Too caught up with the way his fingers felt stroking my clit, with the way his lips felt on the back of my neck and his cock nestled between my ass cheeks.

All of it was too much and I felt myself reeling with need before I knew what to do with myself. He tightened his hold around my throat and the way his fingers felt there, holding me firmly, sent a rush of desire right down to my pussy.

I moaned, the sound low and heavy and altogether so shameful that it set my face on fire the moment it fell off my lips.

Massimo chuckled darkly, and the sound had a possessive quality that made my blood run cold for a second before it raced through me red hot.

His fingers worked me harder, rubbing my clit in tight circles, his mouth working on the back of my neck as he drove me closer toward a precipice.

Oh, God. I was going to come.

And not just the kind of orgasm that would make me feel good for a moment and leave me frustrated. No, I was going to come apart, and the realization terrified me.

I wasn't ready to give in to him, not yet, but my body wasn't listening to reason. Quickly, my desire spiraled and my core clenched tight. I saw the edge coming right before it hit and then I was riding wave after wave of crushing pleasure that surged through me like a bolt of lightning.

"That's it. Come for me, Sofia. Let me hear you break all over my fingers," he coaxed.

I moaned, my eyes closing tightly as I came, his name on my lips once again. White-hot pleasure raced through my veins, taking me captive and refusing to let me go until I went through every ounce of bliss that he forced upon me.

Was it forced? I didn't know. Honestly, I didn't care.

When the pleasure finally subsided, I felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. My legs were shaky, and I had to lean back against Massimo to stay upright.

He kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking my body gently, soothing me.

"I'm far from through with you, la mia bambina ," he whispered.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what to say.

So I stayed quiet, and he kept touching me. His hands stroked over the expanse of my body, pinching and tweaking my nipples, brushing along my collarbone, grazing along my hipbones. He was everywhere all at once, and my head was reeling from the sheer pleasure coursing through me.

Then he flattened his hand over my lower belly and pressed his hard cock firmly between my ass cheeks.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing," he murmured.

Neither did I.

"You're so young, and you have no idea how tempting you are. I promised your father I'd protect you, but right now all I want to do is bend you over and fuck you exactly the way you need to be fucked," he said softly.

I still didn't say a word. I didn't tell him to stop, but I didn't tell him to keep going, either.

His fingers dipped down between my thighs, finding me slick and wet, all for him.

"Do you feel how wet you are, la mia bambina ? You can't tell me you don't want this. Your body is telling me everything I need to know," he whispered, his voice like a cool drop of water rolling down my spine.

The shame was back, burning deep inside of me, but still, I said nothing. A part of me knew I should say something, anything at all really to stop this, but I was caught up in the moment, and the only thing that was on my mind was his fingers circling over my clit once more.

His cock twitched between my cheeks, and he ground himself against me, the movement making my breath catch.

"Tell me no. Tell me to leave. Tell me to get the fuck out," he demanded.

I didn't. I couldn't.

For a moment, he waited, his breath warm on the back of my neck and then without warning, I arched back against him. He grabbed the back of my neck and bent me forward, all while his other hand wrenched my hips back so my bottom was thrust out. He pulled his hips back and then the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance.

I waited.

This was it. This was the moment I was going to lose my virginity.

He didn't wait long.

He drove his cock forward, his hand tightening around the back of my neck as he slammed home, his girth splitting me in two as the tip of his dick drove into the deepest parts of me. In an instant, pain flared through me, making me see white at first and then red. I screamed through that first thrust, the feeling of him bursting through my virgin barrier far more intense than I could have ever expected.

For several long moments, he remained still, and the pain started to ebb away, becoming less intense with every breath.

"I know it hurts, but you're going to come like a good girl for me, aren't you?"

His words were enough to distract me and then like a winter storm billowing out of nowhere, my pleasure rushed forth. It was all so much, and the sensations were overwhelming, but they were exactly what I needed. The pain was soon replaced with something far more intense, far more powerful.

Desire.

He pulled out and then thrust back inside, more gently this time, almost as if he was savoring the experience as he groaned.

"Fuck, Sofia. You're even tighter than I imagined you'd be," he growled, and I blushed so hard that it felt like my face had caught flame.

Then his hand tightened around my neck, the pressure adding to the mix of emotions rushing through me. He pulled out and then drove forward, his girth splitting me open all over again.

He was so fucking big. The burning ache from the taking of my virginity had faded, but the stretching pain from the massive size of his cock remained.

Then, as he pulled out and drove forward once again, the searing pain eased and all I could feel was his cock filling me, inch by glorious inch.

Over and over again, he thrust deep, and my body started to accept him, or at least as much as it was able to for a man of his size.

He grunted, and his free hand grabbed my hip, his fingers digging in deep. I had no doubt there would be marks there later, but right now, I didn't care. In fact, I wanted him to grab harder, to leave bruises so that when I woke up in bed tomorrow morning, I would know that this wasn't a dream.

Then he drove forward and the angle changed, his cock sliding into me deeper, his hips hitting against the round curve of my bottom with each thrust. His fingers released their grip on my hip and trailed between my thighs.

The moment his fingers brushed against my clit, I came.

No.

I detonated .

My orgasm burst through me, forcing wave after wave of pure, raw bliss upon me. I screamed, but the sound was muffled by the water beating down on us. I tried to push back against the wall, to escape this on some level, but he held me firmly in place, right there mounted on his cock.

As I came, I felt my pussy clamp down, gripping him so tightly that it was a wonder he could even move. He didn't, not at first, but when my pussy had finally eased its death grip on his cock, he drove deep, his thrusts picking up speed and power.

Still, my orgasm didn't end. I felt like I was on some kind of drug, high and unable to come down, and then I felt the swell of his cock within me.

My entire world burned, flickering flames that threatened to consume me inch by inch until I was nothing but a pile of ash. One wave of pleasure swept through me, followed by another and another until I was drowning in it.

"Fuck, Sofia. You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "Come for me, la mia bambina ."

I did.

And I didn't stop coming either. The only thing I could do was scream his name.

One orgasm rolled into the next, delicious decadent pleasure taking me by storm. Pain and pleasure twisted into one intoxicating sensation and then I was falling into another climax more intense than all the rest.

"Massimo!" I cried out, his name echoing off the walls of the shower as my vision blurred.

"That's right. Come on my cock, Sofia," he ordered. "Take it like a good girl."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. There was a commanding edge to them, a dark possessiveness that I couldn't deny. It made my stomach twist and turn, and heat burned my face, but there was no time for me to dwell on what he said, because then I was coming again. Sheer agony raced through me, an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure taking hold and refusing to let go.

Please. Oh, God.

I didn't even get the chance to beg for him to stop, because I was coming so long and so hard that I lost complete control.

Another wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I lost myself to feeling, swept away by the current and caught up in the riptide.

But still, he kept going.

Hard.

And fast.

And deep.

Then his hand released the back of my neck, and his finger found my clit again. I cried out, fearing another orgasm, but my eyes rolled back in my head as my climax ripped through me with the power of a fucking torpedo.

I didn't know how much more I could take, but I had a feeling that it wasn't up to me.

It was up to him.

"Fuck, Sofia, you're going to make me come. You want my cum in this tight little pussy? Huh? Is that what you want?" he asked, his gravelly voice whirling through my insides like a carnival ride.

I was too caught up in the throes of another orgasm to manage anything at all, my body frozen in pleasure as he fucked me harder than ever.

"I can feel you milking me, baby girl. Fuck," he growled. "Your little pussy's desperate for it, isn't it? Tell me."

He smacked my ass.

"Yes," I cried out, the sting sending sparks of pleasure straight down to my clit, and then I was spiraling even higher, my whole world coming undone.

There was no way I could withstand another orgasm, not with how my body was already trembling. But as his thrusts turned into a frenzy and his finger rubbed furiously against my clit, the inevitable happened anyway.

There was no fighting him. Not like this.

His fingers tightened around the back of my neck again, pulling me up as he slammed home, the tip of his cock pounding into me even faster than before.

"Take it," he commanded, and just like that, I felt his cock erupting within me, the sensation of his seed filling me up sending me flying off the edge of a cliff.

My release crashed over me, washing me away like the tide pulling out to sea. Bliss more exquisite than I had ever known twisted with sheer agony, and I no longer knew up from down or left from right.

My vision fractured and pleasurable agony like never before ripped through me, the threads of my reality tearing into one terribly incredible sensation that refused to let me go.

I lost count of the orgasms, and then suddenly, the world went silent.

No sound.

Nothing.

I was floating, tingling sensations swirling through my body like snow in the wind.

Then he took me by the hair and turned my face to meet his, his cock and his seed still inside of me as his lips met mine in a gentle kiss.

The gesture was sweet, and a tenderness welled within me as he kissed me. Then he pulled away, and my whole body shivered.

He looked at me for a moment, the water washing over us, and I wondered what he saw.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, and I would have blushed if I wasn't so exhausted. Carefully, he pulled free from me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He took a loofah and pumped a bit of soap into it before he gently started to wash my body. The gesture was so tender and caring, and I wasn't sure how to process it.

In silence, I just stood there and enjoyed his soft touches as he washed every inch of me.

Once he finished, he took the detachable showerhead and rinsed me off before lathering up and washing himself. When we were both clean, he reached around me and shut the water off, the room filled with the sound of dripping.

Then he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and reached for a thick robe.

He wrapped it around me, and I slipped my arms into the sleeves. It was warm and comfortable and smelled like him.

"You came inside me," I blushed, still processing what just happened, and he leveled me with a knowing look, all while keeping a steadying arm around my waist.

"I saw your birth control pills on your bathroom counter when I broke down your door," he said softly.

"Oh," I answered, swaying on wobbly legs. My insides clenched at his perceptiveness, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek, my clit throbbing hard. I didn't want to find that sexy, but a deep part of me couldn't deny that I did.

"Come. Let's get you dried off and ready for bed."

He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, and I was struck again by the beauty of the space. It was like something out of a dream, the rich decor and elegant furniture fitting in perfectly with the opulence of the rest of the estate.

"Now, la mia bambina, which bed do you want to sleep in tonight? Mine or yours?"

I didn't even have to think about it, because the answer fell off my tongue before I knew I had even spoken.

"Yours."