Page 113 of A New Days Don

“Say. It. Again.” He growls before tossing his shirt off and giving me a full view of his tattooed body. Dark hair dusts across the script on his pecs and down his defined six pack toward a V that points right at his straining pants.

Drool drips slowly from the corner of my mouth, only for Massimo to flip me over. The spot on my shoulder where I was shot thrums a dull ache, but I don’t have time to care or react when one of his hands comes down and swats my ass in a firm spank. Sharp pinpricks of pain make me gasp for him.

“I won’t ask again, be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear.” Massimo spanks me again, not giving me any grace, and I arch my back.

After the third spank, I’m practically a puddle preening for more of his touch.

Massimo leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear, “Do you like that? Is my good girl secretly a filthy little slut?”

His hot breath tickles down my neck, teasing and prodding, and I cry out as my pleasure spikes. Could I cum like this?

Another firm spank with Massimo pressed to one side of my back, and I realize that yes, I most definitely can.

“Y-yes,” I stammer.

“Do you want more?” He murmurs, kissing a sensitive spot beneath my ear, eliciting another moan from me.

“Yes,” I whine, pushing back into him.

“Then… Say. It. Again.” He grits out each word, and the fogginess lifts in my mind long enough for me to string together more than just the word ‘yes.’

“I-I love you,” I stammer, “I love you, Mas.”

He lets out an animalistic groan as he roughly discards his pants. I don’t have time to register what he’s doing before he thrusts his cock into me. The stretch is almost blinding as I try to breathe. His piercing licks against the inside of me, caressing against my G-spot as he pushes in, in, in.

“That’s my perfect little woman.” I barely recognize Massimo’s voice this raw and wild. He caresses down my back, not shifting or moving as I try to will my body to relax, to stretch around his cock. “That’s it, breathe, angelo mio.”

I nod against the bedding, taking in a shaky breath before releasing and relaxing into him. Feeling this close, this connected to Massimo, makes my entire world calm. As if we were the only two things in existence, and everything outside of us had disappeared. With a few sweet kisses down the back of my neck, Massimo begins to thrust.

I push back into him, meeting him with everything he has. Skin slaps against skin. His grip is bruising my hips. It is all too much and not enough. I want more. I want everything he has to give me.

That thought should be terrifying, but I’m no longer trapped by what I should and should not do for my safety. I fucking want this and him.

Another spank on my ass makes my core throb and clit pulse, the familiar tingles of my orgasm build, and I whimper into the bedding. Massimo pushes his hand into my hair, flexing and tugging my head back so I’m arched, and my head is up.

“Don’t silence your sounds. I want to hear every single one of them as you fall apart for me.” Massimo rasps, pressing my hips into the bed, my clit rubbing against the fabric enough that with his cock driving into me, the pleasure bursts.

I cry out his name with each wave. My core flexes, trying to get me to curl, but Massimo keeps me arched. His nails drag down the goosebumps coating my flushed chest before gripping one of my tits.

Sparks burst, and liquid drenches Massimo’s cock before he’s groaning, his hips thrusting sloppily. I know I should have told him to wrap up or pull out but feeling his cum fill my cunt with each thrust is addictive and is enough to bring on another wave of pleasure from the remnants of my orgasm.

“I love you, my sweet angel.” Massimo murmurs, pulling his cock from between my thighs. I hiss as he leaves me empty, his cum trying to escape, but before I can sit up, he pushes me back down between my shoulder blades, two of his fingers collecting his cum and pressing it into my pussy.

Oh, fuck… Did I like that?

My pussy pulses as he keeps me plugged with his fingers, his eyes roving over my body.

“This is where my cum belongs.” Massimo murmurs, making my heart leap in my chest.

This man may just be the death of me.

Chapter 45

Ren

The phone goes to voicemail again, a voicemail that Massimo refuses to set up. I don’t blame him. The moment your voicemail is set up, the moment people you don’t want to talk to or hear their grating voices start to leave voice messages in hopes you will call back. Spoiler alert: nobody wants to fucking call you back.

“Last message I received was for us to head for La Cochon Rouge,” I tell Raphael, who grunts as he loads his handgun in the passenger seat beside me. Ugly motherfucker, but I guess thirty years serving the mafia as an enforcer will do that to you.