Chapter 47

47

Olivia

I've always refused anal with anyone else, but with Massimo he went right there the first time we met. I knew he'd prep me first. I knew he'd make it good for me. And he had. But this? Oh, my god! I never imagined how intense it would be, how confident his touch. How he'd play my body like it was one of his guns. How he'd use the vibrator to drive me to the edge and back.

The combination of the heat of his body at my back, the toy in my pussy, and his dick in my ass as he fucks me, is too much. The climax sweeps through me. My pussy spasms, my breasts swell, the quivering streams out from my core up my spine, and I shatter. He lets the vibrator fall to the bed, then hauls me up and holds me as my body convulses in the aftermath.

He turns my head and kisses me. It's a deep, drugging, meeting of our lips. His taste of mint and something darker sinks into my tongue. His mouth covers mine, and his tongue slides over mine. His scent envelops me, and my head spins. I bring my arms up and around his neck. Still kissing me, he holds my hips and begins to move. He pulls his dick out until it's balanced at the rim of my back entrance, then he pushes forward. He sinks inside me, and his balls slap against the backs of my thighs.

I'm spread around his cock, stretched until it feels like I can't breathe. I gasp, and he swallows the sound. He brings his hand to my soaking cunt and begins to finger fuck me. The next time he stuffs his dick inside, he bottoms out and… It's too much for me. My body trembles, and my pussy flutters around his fingers. He adds a third and a fourth, and dear God, I'm surrounded by him.

He's consuming me, surrounding me, engulfing me. This is what I was afraid of—losing myself so completely that I'll never be able to recover from it. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss even further. He's eating me up and there's nothing I can do to stop him. He thrusts his fingers inside me, and slams into me with such force the entire bed shakes. The headboard slaps against the wall and he tears his mouth from mine. He holds my gaze, the medley of confused feelings inside me mirrored on his features. His eyebrows draw down as he brushes my lips with his... gently, so gently. A tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye. He darts down, licks it up, then twists his fingers inside me. This time, the climax rolls up from where we are connected. He fucks me again, and his dick thickens inside me until I'm sure he's going to cleave me in half.

"Come for me," he whispers, and together we hurtle over the edge.

When I open my eyes next, I'm curled up on his chest, his thick arm pinning me to him. Thud-thud-thud; the drumbeat of his heart mirrors mine. Good to know I'm not the only one shaken by what just happened. Speaking of, I need to get away from him to salvage what little of my brain power is still left. I begin to pull away, but he doesn't release me.

I glance up to find he's watching me with angry eyes.

"What?" I yawn. "What's wrong?"

His gaze intensifies. A nerve throbs at his temple. There's a furrow between his eyebrows, and I reach up to smooth it. He pulls away.

I blink.

"What is it, Massimo?" I ask cautiously.

"When were you going to tell me?"

I frown, "Tell you what?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."

"But I don't know what you're talking about." I half-smile, but he glares at me, and the smile drops from my face. "I really have no idea what you're talking about," I confess.

"Oh?" He rubs his fingers over the now healed cuts on my thigh.

I shrink away, but he grips my hip and holds me in place.

"How long have you been cutting yourself, Via?"

"Cutting myself? I don't cut myself. I just fell and hurt myself. I?—"

"Don't bullshit me." His eyebrows slash down. "Is it the incident with the shooter that prompted this? Is it the pressure of rebuilding your career from scratch? How long has this been happening?"

I blow out a breath. "Not long, okay? And it's only a few cuts, in a place where no one else can see?—"

"I can see it." He peers into my eyes. "You're hurting, Via. What you've been through is not easy. It's understandable that a part of you is still trying to cope with it. Also, you forget something."

"Oh?" I tip up my chin. "And what is it that I'm forgetting?"

"This body is mine, Via. Mine. You can't cut it, or scar it, or do anything intentionally to hurt it, because it belongs to me, Via. You feel me?"

I swallow. A pressure builds at the backs of my eyes. Something huge seems to have dug itself into my chest and refuses to let go. "You're a jerkass, you know that? How dare you talk about my body like it's your possession."

"Because it is. Your every breath, every thought, every emotion is owned by me. When you hurt yourself, you hurt me; you are a part of me, Via. And I will not let you harm what is mine."

A hot sensation grips my chest. My nose stings. My cheeks hurt. I blink away the tears that threaten to trickle out and set my jaw. "You're crazy."

"And you're going to see a psychologist about this."

"Am not." I jut out my chin. "It's a phase. It'll pass; that's all it is, I promise."

"I understand why you cut yourself. I understand how you feel better when you do it, but the release is temporary. It's going to harm you more in the long term, and I won't let you do that to yourself, Via."

Of course he's right and I know it, but couldn't he have let me keep this secret a little longer? I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Fine, I'll see a psychologist," I mumble.

"Besides, now that we've started fucking again, that should relieve most of the pressure. I plan to make you orgasm so hard and so often that the rush of endorphins from the climaxes I grant you will ensure that you don't miss the high from the cutting."

I pop open my eyelids and gape. "You sure have an ego the size of the budget of a Marvel movie."

He blinks. "You say the weirdest things."

"I'm an actress; deal with my version of pop culture references, will you?" I try to shift away from him, but he doesn't release me. "Let me go." I scowl.

"Why?" he shoots back.

"I want to head back to my room."

"No way. You're sleeping with me tonight."

"I don't want to sleep with you."

"Liar." He digs his fingers into my side and I cackle.

"Hey, not fair." I wriggle around, trying to get out of his reach, but he follows me. He tickles me under my arm and down my torso, and laughter wells up my throat. "Please don't," I gasp. "Please, please don't."

He intensifies his efforts and soon I am rolling in his grasp, laughing until tears slide down my cheeks. He turns me over, then fits himself to me, spooning me. Oh my god, I'd forgotten how good he is at this. The warmth of his body surrounds me, and his arm around my middle holds me close. His body faithfully follows ever line of mine, and it feels like I am wearing him like a big, luscious, warm overcoat. I really should try to get away from him, but maybe I can close my eyes for just a few minutes first?

When I wake up next, early morning light shines through the gap between the curtains. We're still in the same position, only he's covered us both with a blanket. The warmth is like a drugging cocoon, pulling me in, inviting me to fall asleep again. I manage to turn in the circle of his arm to face him. His eyes are shut, and his dark hair falls over his forehead, tousled by my fingers, no doubt. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his jaw holds none of the tension that characterizes his every waking moment. His mouth, that luscious mouth, is right there. All I have to do is lean forward and press my lips to his, and savor the feel of his firm lips against mine. And if I do, I'll never be able to get him out of my head. I edge back carefully, until his arm slips off of me. I manage to slide off of the bed without waking him up. I creep around the bed, grab my sleep shorts and pull them on, then walk into the bathroom to retrieve my camisole. I shrug it on, then with one last look at his massive figure sprawled on the bed, I leave.

I go to my room, have a shower and get dressed. I need to get out of here. I need a little time to clear my head. I glance out the window at the security personnel outside. One of them stands outside the gate. And there's a car on the opposite side of the road. I can't be sure, but it looks like the men in there are asleep. Doesn't matter. I'm sure they're going to follow me when I leave.