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“It was the Esposito’s. It was them from the very beginning.”
“Okay,” Massimo replied. “Now, how can we be assured that your allegiance is no longer with them?”
He still held Ricardo’s collar and snatched it up even tighter. He bristled against the hold Massimo had on him and struggled to breathe.
“Because,” he began. “I have everything to lose and nothing to gain.”
“I hope you’re being honest, Rick. Can I call you Rick?”
“You can call me whatever you like. It doesn’t much matter now. Without your brother convincing you of my value, I’m a dead man anyway.”
“Now, now,” don’t be glum,” Massimo smiled, finally loosening the grip he had on Ricardo’s collar and then smoothing out his hospital gown. “At least you’re still alive today. Enjoy!”
Massimo had a slight smile on his face when he arrived back at his mansion. He was pleased with what Ricardo shared with him. He felt the man told him the truth. Still, his admission solidified that he and his family had a potent enemy that they would need to deal with. It was later than he had expected when he arrived home. Massimo was sure Isotta had already had dinner. He didn’t have much of an appetite. He was too tightly wound from everything that transpired.
He made his way up to the primary bedroom. He thought she would be there. As he walked inside, he heard sounds coming from the bathroom. He padded his way over to the door, and the sounds intensified.
The bathroom door opened. Massimo stepped inside. Isotta heard him, but not before he saw her. The black shirt he wore was magnificent against his tawny skin. It fit in all the right places, accentuating his muscular arms' curves and falling away at his waist when he lifted it from his pants. He continued to undress, gazing at her through the foggy screen, only imagining and then remembering how magnificent her body really was. His eyes glowed with a savage inner fire as they trailed the length of her and then retraced the same visual lines, making sure to pause at the slight swell of her hips, the taut of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, the pink of her prominent nipples, and the elegance of her neck. Massimo stood transfixed as his eyes slowly lifted to the fullness of Isotta’s pouty lips, the slender of her nose, coming to rest in the depths of her alluring eyes. There was something lazily seductive in the way he looked at her, and she felt every bit of his admiring gaze.
Just as his sharp eyes sent her a private message, Isotta assessed his powerful, well-muscled body through the shower glass. She couldn’t miss Massimo’s broad, sculpted shoulders. And as Isotta’s eyes lowered, trailing the length of his handsomely proportioned body, she couldn’t miss Massimo’s visceral reaction to her presence. As he stepped inside, his straining arousal swole as the warm water hitting against his turgid flesh intensified his hard-on. Massimo moaned under the pressure.
“I wasn’t sure when you would get home,” Isotta uttered, her thick lashes shielding his view from the fullness of her eyes.
He felt something more than he had felt before.
“Sorry I’m late,” Massimo offered.
“That’s okay,” Isotta replied, offering a slight smile that ended up being sultry because of the look in her eyes. That look was all it took to spurn Massimo on.
“Come here,” Massimo crooned, the mellow of his baritone voice stoking her soul, causing goosebumps to rise on her exposed flesh. Isotta didn’t nearly feel as nervous as she normally did when he made physical advances toward her. She didn’t feel full of apprehension and doubt. Isotta didn’t want to run away, nor did she want it to be over quickly. Ever since they spent that glorious weekend away, Isotta has experienced feelings of more than just hate for her husband, more than just doubt. She gave in to the feelings her body naturally generated. She gave into the physical arousal, silencing what her head said in opposition to it. She gave in.
Isotta inhaled deeply, his voice reverberating through her flesh. She took the first step towards him, feeling Massimo’s eyes bore into her soul even through the steamed mist. He kept his gaze leveled on Isotta as his manhood throbbed, anticipating her nearness, her essence, the feel of her womanhood. Their connection was electric, and the water beating around them couldn’t calm it. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable. Isotta felt a thump between her thighs, and she found it hard to throttle the dizzying pulsations racing through her core. In one forward motion, Isotta was in his arms. Massimo smothered her lips with divine mastery, taking her mouth with a savage intensity that sent shivers of delight down her spine. Isotta’s emotions skidded and whirled, surprised by her own eagerness for him. She felt the press of his manhood as his hands explored the soft lines of her back, her waist, and her hips.
Beneath the cascade of heated water, it was flesh against flesh, the shapely beauty of Isotta’s naked body taunting him. With one smooth motion, Massimo turned Isotta, placing her back against the warm tiles. She didn’t protest when he bent his knees and lifted her leg to receive him. He never dropped his eyes from hers as his hardened shaft entered her welcoming womb.
“Ahh,” Isotta gasped, inhaling a pant as her body melted against his, and the world was filled with him. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through her as their bodies found an exquisite harmony, binding their bodies together. Massimo didn’t even try to restrain himself. He craved Isotta like a junkie craved a fix, and he let her know.
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
Massimo groaned from the swell of his straining erection. Isotta felt passion rising in her like the hottest fire as she abandoned herself to the whirl of sensations Massimo’s body made within her, prickly heat from the showering dotting their bodies as they intertwined. The hot tide of scintillating excitement raged through both of them. Massimo was almost frantic as his pulsating manhood moved against her inner walls. Isotta rode his wave and pushed against him for deep penetration. He hit her pearl over and over, sending electricity racing through her. Isotta was on the verge of her own explosion. Her breathy pants heightened Massimo’s sensory awareness of her as he cupped her breasts and kissed her taut nipples, arousing a melting sweetness within her. The press against her hardened nipples sent a new sensation to Isotta’s jewel as hot warmth released between her thighs. Her gism coated Massimo’s steely length, and he felt her puss contract, release, and contract again.
“Uhm,” he groaned, trying to keep himself from exploding.
“Come with me,” she purred as Massimo’s deep thrusts lifted her, pressing her with pure pleasure. The real world spun and careened on its axis as she gasped in sweet agony. The feel of Isotta’s puss surrounding his pulsing girth as gusts of desire shook him.
“Isotta,” he breathed as they both reached climactic fervor, the warmth of her juices mingling with the heat of his. He held her tightly, never wanting to let go.
Chapter Nineteen
Giordano had called advising Costanza and Francesco that they had resolved the infiltration issue and had also determined who the ultimate culprits were. He was prepared to share that information with them on the phone to assuage any concern the Conti may have had regarding the breach again. But they were not amenable to a phone conversation. They demanded that they meet with the Ricci’s in person, on their own turf.
“Who am I to say no?” Giordano replied to their demand. He listened as they outlined the time for the meet-up.
Giordano was salty when he disconnected the line. His son appraised the look he had on his face. It didn’t read salty. It read worried. Both Giuseppe and Massimo found a need to be worried, too. The families had sealed their alliance with the marriage of Massimo and Isotta. If the Riccis failed to hold up their end of the bargain and make the relationship profitable as promised, what would happen to Massimo and Isotta’s union? Massimo was finally at a place where he wasn’t willing to lose Isotta. It was more than just solidifying his place as head of the family company. He started to actually feel something for her, something more than a mere physical response. Massimo was determined to ensure that their union remained intact, no matter what it took.
“I should go with you,” Isotta reasoned as Massimo dressed for the meeting.
“Why do you suggest that? This is a business meeting,” Massimo replied.
