Nia swallowed hard, her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. “I said own me… and I meant—” Her hands traced down his chest, sleek from the water, feeling every inch of muscle beneath her fingertips. She moved closer, her body pressed against his, and her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, She paused, her fingers dipped lower, wrapping around his hardness, already throbbing for her. “Every—” Her other hand found its way to his nipple, she pinched it gently before her lips closed around it, sucking lightly. Massimo’s breath hitched, and his hand shot up, wrapping around her throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in control. “I will fuck you at the highest peak and make you squeal like a bitch,” he growled, his grip firm, his voice laced with hunger. Before she could respond, he rose to his feet in one swift motion, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her over his shoulder. “Gosh!” She gasped, her hands gripped his back as he ca
Nia’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she tried to hold herself. Massimo’s tongue was wicked , flicking and lapping at her, moving from her clit to her labia, that made her toes curl. “Oh, Fuck!” She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a desperate sound that echoed in the silence of the room.Massimo paused, lifted his head proudly just enough to glance over her shoulder. His dark eyes narrowed as they landed on one of his men, who was shifting uncomfortably, his hands pressed firmly against his crotch. The man’s face was flushed, his eyes darted around the room as if he was searching for an escape.“F-fuck,” the man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but enough to make Massimo’s jaw tighten in anger Slowly, Massimo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never left the man as he stood and walked toward him.The man’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the floor as if i
“You test me, bambina,” Massimo growled, his voice low and dangerous as his lips trailed down the curve of Nia’s neck. The heat of his breath sent shivers raced down her spine, her wetness pooled between her thighs. His hands, striped with veins were, rough and possessive, he carried her off the bed. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his torso, he gripped her hips tighter, pressing her back against the wall. Her body completely at his mercy. She could feel the hardness of him through the thin fabric of his trousers, and the way her swollen pussy throbbed between her legs only increased .“You make me want to fuck you until your insides beg for mercy.”Nia’s breath seized, her hands tangled in his dark hair as she pulled him closer. Her lips brushed against his, a soft tease that made him groan. “Then fuck me, Massimo,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Fuck me, my mafia.”His response was immediate, a growl that vibrated through his chest as he lifted her higher, adj
Nia’s breath seized as the sudden gunshot echoed outside, sharp and deafening. Massimo spunned in an instant, his hand already reached for the gun that rested on the cabinet beside him. His movements were smooth yet calculative, like he had always been prepared for something like this Her heart pounded as she watched him, her legs trembling. He crouched slightly, as he took a cautious peek outside the window. His jaw tightened, and his entire body tensed.“What’s going on?” she whispered, her voice shook.Massimo remained silent, his gaze fixed on one corner of the window as he stayed low, trying to stay out of sight. The tension in the air was suffocating, and Nia’s stomach just churned and ached with fear. Could they ever go anywhere without someone trying to kill them? Could they ever escape the death and the smell of gunpowder that seemed to follow Massimo like a shadow?The image of the man Massimo had forced her to kill just earlier in the day flashed through her mind, and h
Nia woke up to the odd smell of antiseptics and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. Her vision blurred as she blinked slowly, her head pounded like drums. Pain surged through her shoulder, sharp and unrelenting, and her lips opened slowly in a soft gaspShe could barely see but noticed a large, shadowy figure moving around the room. As her vision cleared, she recognized him—Massimo. His back was to her, his broad shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.“The doctor said it was just a large graze …” his deep voice cut through the silence. He didn’t turn to face her, his hand moved —but she couldn’t see what he was doing. She didn’t respond, her mind was spinning. Her gaze trailed to her shoulder, where thick white bandages showed through her hospital gown. A part of her was upset—but at herself. What was she even doing here? Throwing herself into the line of fire, literally, for him?Her chest tightened. What if she had died? Then what, she moves to the next life
“No”Nia gasped, The word hung in the air, sharp and final, as if it could cut through the tension like a knife. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath seized as she stared at the door. The handle twisted slowly, the sound of the metal clicking softly, and she felt her stomach drop. Someone was about to enter. She turned her glare toward Massimo, who sat on the bed, her thighs still up in between him with smug smile on his lips. His fingers idly stroked his hair his dark eyes shoned with something Nia couldn’t quite place. She pulled the thin sheet higher, clutching it tightly against her bare skin, her lips pressed into a thin line. Shame washed over her, hot and suffocating. The door opened, and the doctor stepped inside, his face was expressionless . Nia buried her face in the pillow, her muffled cries of disapproval escaping into the fabric. She didn’t want him here. She didn’t want anyone here. But Massimo? He didn’t seem to listen. She had made a deal with the devi
“S-sir?” The doctor stuttered Massimo chuckled softly, “Come on, no need to be shy now. I can see you want to join in on the fun.”“Or am I lying?” He moved the gun up, pointing it towards his dick.“Ye-yes sir” He responded, although he stared at Nia like she was a prey that had fallen for his trap. She didn't want this, she wanted Massimo not some strange doctor that got hard off the body of his patients.She screamed Massimo , while she threw glares at the doctor with anger as she said,“ No! I don’t want to Fuck my doctor!” She spat , closing her legs before they could say a word as she shook hard so they wouldn't have hold of her.She was slippery now, she moved around, refusing them to touch her as she yelled at the top of her voice.“ Relax….” Massimo hushed her.“ Be a good girl, piccola.” He says softly, coming closer and touching her face.. his hands moved down to her lips, slipping his thumb into it and grazing it against her teeth and teasing his tongue.She choked,
“No… no…” Nia’s lips moved soundlessly as she twisted under the sheets, her body tense and slick with sweat. Beads of moisture clung to her forehead, her fists clenched tightly by her sides as the nightmare tightened its grip. “Isabel!” Her mother’s desperate voice echoed in her ears, sharp and panicked. The memory was too clear to escape. Bloody footsteps moving back as Isabel’s mom begged for her life , “Mo-Mother…” she murmured, her voice a desperate whisper. Her head jerked violently to the side on the pillow as she struggled to open her eyes. Then came the sound—metal screeching. A Lorry barreled towards Ares. She saw his battered, bloodied face, his eyes empty and accusing her . “You caused this. I hate you,” Ares whispered, blood spurted from his lips as his body crumpled on the ground. “No… no… forgive me,” Nia begged, tears streamed freely down her face. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps as her mind dragged her deeper into the nightmare’s hold . And then the gunsho
A sharp pain throbbed in Nia’s head as she stirred awake, her limbs stretched but heavy against the soft sheets. “Oh Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing her temple, wincing as the headache tore through her skull like an iron fist. She blinked against the morning light that penetrated through the curtains, she took in her surroundings. She noticed that the room has been well arranged, Everything was in its place—the furniture undisturbed, the broken objects she had trashed the night before mysteriously gone.Her breath hitched. Massimo. He wasn’t beside her, and she couldn’t hear any movements so he probably wasn’t even home. She sat up, running her hands through her tangled hair as flashbacks of last night replayed in her mind—her anger, her outburst, her shattered pride. But then there was him, his voice deep and unwavering."I know what I want, and it’s not Caterina."A small, hesitant smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t exactly the validation she had craved, but it was something. Maybe
“Beg for it, Nia. Beg.” Massimo’s voice was low, a growl that vibrated through the room as he stepped back from the bed, his broad shoulders flexed under the dim light. He moved with purpose toward the board of sex equipment, his eyes never left hers. Nia’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched him pick up a red blindfold.She didn’t speak, but her body betrayed her—the way her legs trembled, the way her hips shifted slightly, subtly arching toward him. Massimo noticed it all. Of course he did. He always did. He climbed back onto the bed, his movements deliberate, predatory, and leaned over her, their gazes locking. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her insides tingle with anticipation “I don’t want you pleading with your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low but echoed with something more dark, hungry. “I want your body to do the talking.”Nia swallowed hard as he gently but firmly tilted her head forward, the silk of the blindfold brushed against her skin before he tied it
Massimo loomed over her, his dark eyes satisfied by her reaction. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the way he looked at her—like she was already his—made her body betray her. Her chest heaved, her nipples already stiffened under his gaze, and she hated how quickly her body responded to him. The red silk sheets beneath her felt soft l against her flushed skin, a big contrast to the heat pooling between her legs.Massimo’s hands moved with ease, his fingers trailed down her body. He didn’t rush, savoring every shiver, every involuntary twitch of her muscles. When he reached her wrists, he bounded them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, the material soft but hard. Her struggles were nothing, and she knew it, but she fought anyway. She had to fight, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get his attention, but the spreader pulled her legs apart even more. “The more you fight it, the more it expands” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. “And the more your
“Nothing? “She scoffed, before her gaze fell disappointedly. “ that’s what I thought” She tried to push him away and just be as far away from him as possible , but he resisted effortlessly, his manly strength over powered her.Before she could react further, Massimo lifted her over his shoulder in a single swift motion."What the—-" Nia gasped sharply, “ Massimo, put me down!” She yelled, her fists pounded against his back as she kicked her feet wildly. "Let me go!"Her breath came in short, furious bursts, but he didn’t seem fazed. His grip on her was hard, strong and absolute, as if carrying her weight was effortless. His movements were controlled, each step just carried the weight of his dominance. ,His steps were slow and intentional —like he had all the time in the world to deal with her tantrum."Put me down, you arrogant bastard!" she spat, her nails dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t care if she left marks. She didn’t care about anything except f
The car soon came to a halt back in front of Massimo’s pent house. Caterina’s words echoed relentless in her ears.“Men like Massimo, they don’t belong to women like you.” She hated to admit it, but Caterina was right. She had thought she could match his energy, she could give him whatever he wanted and he would love her.But she had yet to battle with his power of control, how he could easily play any emotion off and she couldn’t do a damn thing. How he could make her unsure if he loved her, but remind her that he owned her.He was a Master of heart games—a dangerous man—what he truly is, A mafia boss. She hasn’t said a word to him throughout their drive. The atmosphere was thick with tension, it filled the small space between them, at a point Nia had whined the glass down so she wouldn’t suffocate from being in the same space with him.It was taking everything in her not to lash out, but that everything was slowly tearing her apart inside, clawing at her chest, eating away at her h
“Fiancée?”The word echoed in Nia’s head over and over, like a cruel, broken record.She blinked, certain she had misheard Caterina. Or maybe Caterina was wrong. Maybe this was all some misunderstanding—something she could brush off, something that wouldn’t sink like a blade into her chest.But then Caterina smiled. A knowing, pleased smile.“Oh…” Nia’s voice betrayed her, disappointment slipping through despite her best efforts to sound indifferent. “I didn’t know—it’s nice to meet you,” she added quickly, forcing her lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile as she looked at Massimo.Because genuinely, she didn’t know.Under the table, her fingers clenched around his hand, but she felt the shift—the way his grip loosened just slightly.Caterina’s gaze flickered downward, her painted nails drumming idly against her wine glass.“You must be very dedicated to your job,” she mused, studying Nia with an almost playful lookLuca chuckled, exchanging a glance with Marco, both of them
The entire drive was silent between them. Nia clutched her seatbelt tighter, as though it were the only thing keeping her steady amidst the conflict brewing within her. Her heart felt like it shattered into a thousand pieces, his cold words echoed over and over in her head.She thought she knew him, that she already understood the kind of man he was. That she could decipher every words that fell from lips, she could tell how he felt about her just because he showed some emotions.She soon realized that he was unpredictable, he owned his right to feel a certain way and change it. He was in control of his emotions, he could keep the feelings he wanted and throw away the ones he didn’t deem fit for his ego. And she— she was the hopeless romantic—the fool who had thought a mafia could confess love, it was just as hard as admitting to murder.He kept stealing sharp glances at her, his jaw set, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. She did her best to avoid his gaze, staring out of th
“Don’t…I might regret it.”Massimo’s words echoed in her head, like an ominous warning. Nia's eyes darted beneath her closed lids as her body twisted restlessly on the bed. Her dreams were relentless, drawing at her subconscious with an intensity that mirrored the storm in her heart.“Why?” Her own voice rang through the nightmare, the question she had failed to ask him last night.The dream warped, colors smeared together into a chaotic haze. Massimo’s face appeared, it contorted into a menacing one. His once captivating features twisted into something dark and monstrous. Blood splattered his chiseled jawline as he growled at her, his voice thunderous and filled with rage.“You! You liar ! You planned to betray me? To destroy me?” His words hit her like a blow, he approached her angrily, each step carried the weight of his anger. “No,” she whispered, stumbling backward in the dream.“You’re the Romano’s daughter! Cagna!” He spat in Italian, , the word cut through her like a sharp w
Nia cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body arched instinctively against his. The water wasn’t just warm—it was relentless, gushing against her most sensitive spot with a force that made her toes curl.“Massimo!” she gasped, her nails dug into his forearm as he held her steady. His grip was firm, stubborn, and she could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to let her escape the pleasure-pain of it. And she didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to.His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a desperate need, exactly like her own need. She felt the press of his cock against her lower back, hot and heavy even through the steam. His body held her firmly against him, despite the way she writhed in his arms, desperate for relief, for more, for everything.“Ah—ahmm, Massimo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck, teeth grazed her skin in a way that made her whimper. The water continued i