Skin presses against mine, sending a thrill right to my core as I feel his thick, hard erection against my lower back. Massimo’s lips press against the back of my neck softly, moving to my shoulder. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
He grabs my ass cheeks and parts them, gently teasing his fingers across my sensitive flesh.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, trying to get away from him, even though there’s nowhere to go. He has me against a wall as he teases me. “Stop,” I gasp as his finger rubs against my clit.
I feel his lips against my ear. “Is that really what you want?”
Do I want him to stop?
There’s a part of me that screams yes, as that’s the only logical answer to his question. Although I can’t quieten that other part of me that craves more. Instead, I remain silent as he continues to play with me.
“I didn’t think so,” he mutters, slamming the flat of his palm into my ass cheek, sending thrilling pain right through my flesh. He’s barely touching me and yet my body feels like it’s on fire.
“What the hell was that for?” I ask, trying not to sound overcome with desire.
“For lying,” he murmurs against my ear. “I know deep down you want me as badly as I want you.”
“That’s not—”
He shoves two fingers inside of me suddenly, forcing me to brace my hands on the shower wall as my thighs quiver. No one has ever touched me the way Massimo is, and I can’t believe how good it feels. My nipples have never been this hard before, so hard that they hurt.
“Your pussy is dripping wet, princess.”
His accent drives me wild as I arch my back, seeking more pleasure.
He chuckles. “Greedy girl.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I dig my nails into the shower wall as I fight the urge to moan as he lazily fingers me. There’s no urgency in his movements as he teases me toward the cliff edge.
My breathing becomes labored as I clamp my eyes shut, knowing any moment I won’t be able to stop crying out as he shatters me into little pieces.
At least, that’s what I expected him to do. As my thighs quiver and my body coils with tension, his fingers withdraw.
I spin to face him, and he’s smirking at me with a sadistic grin. “Why… What…” I shake my head, realizing if I complain about him stopping, then I admit I liked him touching me.
“What’s wrong, Paisley?” He grabs my hips and kisses me softly. “Did you expect me to make you come?”
Shame hits me like a tonne of bricks as I try to pull away from him. “No.”
“Naughty girls don’t get to orgasm,” he mutters, brushing his fingers up and down my sides gently. “And you still won’t admit the truth.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“That you wanted me to fuck you in that bathroom.” His smirk widens. “I saw the disappointment on your face when your brother interrupted us.”
I narrow my eyes. “You are delusional.” It’s a lie, of course, as I was desperate for him before I knew what an asshole he is.
He rubs my clit suddenly.
I groan, feeling that excruciating need pulse back to life as my body jolts into his.
“Liar,” he mutters, reaching for the huge length between his thighs and stroking.
I swallow hard at the sight of him, feeling an ache ignite deep within my body. An ache I couldn’t possibly ever satisfy.
“Do you enjoy seeing how hard I am for you?”
I shake my head.
He grabs my throat and squeezes, sending a thrill of terror through me. “You’ll learn that I don’t like people lying to me, and you don’t seem to be able to stop.” Flexing his fingers around my throat, he uses his other hand to rub my clit again. “You are gagging for release from me. Just like deep down, you can’t wait until I fill that virgin cunt with my cock and make you mine.”
“In your dreams,” I rasp out, despite him cutting off my airways.
He shakes his head. “No, Paisley.” His fingers dip inside of me. “In yours.”
I watch as he pulls his fingers out of me and then sucks them clean, drawing a whimper from my lips.
Hearing that sound makes him smirk as he releases my throat. “Now, get cleaned up. And don’t fucking dare touch yourself or you won’t like the punishment.”
I scowl at him, as he doesn’t have the right to order me around. “How will you know?”
“I know everything, little girl. Don’t push your luck.” He walks out of the shower, grabbing a large plush towel and wrapping it around his waist.
Once I’m alone, my entire body slumps against the shower wall. I shut my eyes, trying to sort through the barrage of emotions. Fear, shock, disgust and desire.
Massimo Morrone is cruel and vindictive in ways I never imagined, and he’s going to make me marry him. The worst part of it is that when he touches me, all my resolve melts.
No man has ever had any power over me, as I made sure I stayed far away from that shit. My mom ended up dead because she couldn’t make the right decisions with men. As far as I gathered, our father got her hooked on the drugs that eventually took her life. I vowed to never be like her, and yet, when Massimo kisses me…
I shouldn’t even be thinking about the way he kisses me.
Turning around and dipping my head under the waterfall shower, I hold my breath. The man who just toyed with me is a sick monster. Hatred is all I should feel for him, even if he looks like a fucking adonis and kisses like his life depends on it.