Page 112 of A New Days Don

The words are hard to choke out, but Massimo seems to understand me as he slams on the brakes, swerving the car about until we are facing the other direction, the direction of where it all began.

“Who was that?” Massimo growls, and I shrug, “I’m not moving this damn car until I know who the hell is messaging you and why you stiffen every time they text.”

His words are harsh, but I know the venom isn’t aimed at me. It is aimed at T, the anonymous tips, and this entire messed-up situation I have gotten myself twisted in. Somehow, one rapist and killer has led me to untangle a knot of corruption both within the judicial system and in organized crime.

There is no going back to who I was before I began this investigation, but then again, who was that girl? Someone afraid of her own shadow? Someone who faked her bravery and overcompensated for the panic and fear with control over every aspect of her life?

That man may have torn me to shreds mentally and physically, but I have put myself back together. These last few months have forced me to adapt or drown in the raging tide of panic, but Massimo never let me sink. He has always been there to keep my head above water when the treading became too difficult and pushed me towards this new version of me.

With the past no longer holding me in a vice grip, I get to dictate my future.

I pull Massimo’s lips to mine, kissing him with all the ferocity I can muster, and he obliges, meeting each glide of my lips against his with even more passion. Ren’s voice is a distant hum in the back of my mind as he tries to speak to us. Massimo’s finger reaches out and hangs up on Ren before his tongue dives into my mouth.

I whimper into our kiss, nibbling on his lower lip, and he groans in response. When I pull back, we are both panting wildly, his hands holding my face firmly, not letting me put more than a few inches distance between us.

“I love you,” I blurt. Massimo’s eyes twist in what looks to be pain, but then I notice his cock pulsing in his pants, and his lips are back on mine.

“Say it again,” he grunts into our kiss.

“I-I love you,” I whisper as he guides my hand to his throbbing cock.

Massimo pulls away with a tortured expression as he fumbles with his phone. His fingers type out a message furiously before he tosses his phone and steps on the gas.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you can be comfortable while I sink my cock into you.” Warmth pools between my thighs at the thought. My hand, still resting on his cock, squeezes, and I watch, captivated by him. His fists clench the steering wheel as he lets out a hiss. His veiny hand grips mine, pulling it from his cock. “I’m not cumming until I’m inside of you.”

My cheeks flush as he throws the Jaguar into park and jumps out of the vehicle. I don’t have time to follow before I’m in his arms, being carried to the elevator. When we are in the elevator, he punches the floor number for his condo, and I’m pressed against the elevator wall. Massimo devours me, not letting me come up for air until the elevator opens back up, and he pulls me into his arms.

Unlike the other night, where Massimo took his sweet time with me, slowly drawing my pleasure from my body, today he seems ravenous, like the three words I told him unlocked something beastly inside of him. I don’t think I mind this side of Massimo so much.

Especially as he tears the shirt from my body, the buttons flinging from the satin fabric, and his lips pressing to my nipples through the silky, midnight blue bra I had found in the box from Anita. Massimo hisses at the sight of the straps and sheer fabric showing my nipples.

I have never owned lingerie before. When I opened the pink bag sitting on my front porch with a tag from Anita, the last thing I expected was this bra and a pair of panties to match, made solely to allure. It took me back to the day Anita had shown me the dressing room and all the different articles of clothing, or lack thereof. To the shimmering, crystal set, she dressed the mannequin in. Except this time, the bra and panties were mine.

“Fuck, baby, you are a work of art.” He groans, and I have never felt sexier than I do in this moment, “Where did you get this?!”

Does he not like it? Was I reading his reaction wrong?

The growl in his voice makes my cheeks heat, “A-Anita got them for me… I thought… Maybe… I don’t know…”

Massimo’s face softens as I stammer and squirm beneath him, “You look fucking spectacular, sweetheart.”

“You like it?” I gasp as he bites my nipple through the thin fabric.

“I love it. Do you want more?” He purrs, helping me out of the button-up shirt he destroyed and tossing it to the floor along with my bra, “I’ll buy you hundreds of them. All for me to shred off you.”

My pants loosen as he pops the button on my dress pants, freeing me from their confines. Massimo slides my shoes and socks off, and in one quick motion my pants are discarded on the ground. His eyes dilate as a rumble rolls through his chest at the sight of the barely there panties strapping across my pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He groans, his fingers curling under the panties before he strips me bare.

Massimo peppers my body in kisses, murmuring incoherently against my body as he slowly makes his way to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and groaning like a man who has had his first drop of water after days without.

Pleasure swirls and pulses deep within me, tightening and coiling as his finger plays with my entrance.

“Say it again,” Massimo begs, but I’m too lost in the blinding pleasure of his broad tongue pressing on the bundle of nerves between my legs to register what he means. He nips my clit, making me yelp as pain pulses before he soothes it with a quick swipe of his tongue, “Mila.”

“Hmmm?” I hum, drunkenly looking down where his sharp features are penetrating right through me to my soul.