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“Please…” I tugged at his hair, and his low chuckle was almost cruel.
“I do love when you beg, dolcezza. Are you aching for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He swirled his fingers through the arousal that coated my thighs. “Is this from taking my cock in your mouth? Did swallowing my cum make you this wet?”
“Yes. It’s for you,” I panted. “All for you.”
The words were like a trigger, and he buried his face in my sex. He devoured me like he’d been starving for a taste of my desire. His low groan rumbled through my core, the vibration driving me wild. I rocked my hips against him, rubbing myself against his tongue as the pleasure built. My entire body coiled tight, ecstasy gathering deep inside me.
“Massimo. Please, Massimo…” I whispered his name like a prayer, like an offering to my new god. He controlled my pleasure, commanded my full carnal attention.
My gaze never wavered from his intense blue stare as he feasted on me, working me into a frenzy with his clever tongue.
His teeth lightly grazed my clit, the sensation so intense that it blurred the boundary between pain and pleasure. I came apart on a scream, my entire body shaking with the power of my orgasm. It ripped through me in a tidal wave, claiming my entire being. My legs clamped around him, and my fingers tangled in his curls as I ground my sex against his beautiful face.
He laughed, a lust-drunk sound that sent more waves of pleasure shuddering through me. He reveled in my ecstatic release, just as I’d found bliss in making him come undone.
He licked me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my shaking body. He pressed one final kiss to my clit. I jerked with a soft cry, then went limp. My limbs felt heavy, even as my mind floated in an ecstatic high that I’d only ever experienced with Massimo.
His powerful body enfolded mine, blanketing me in warmth. He traced the outline of the diamond with his tongue, a reverent caress. I’d accepted his gift, the sign that I belonged to him. And I didn’t feel so much as a flicker of unease. He hadn’t given it to me in an effort to make me indebted to him. It was a mark of his ownership, but not his control. He would never leverage the extravagant gift to guilt or coerce me. He adorned me because it made him happy. He was pleased and proud to take care of me, to provide for me.
I would never begrudge him that ever again.
Chapter 8
Massimo
Ikept Evelyn tucked protectively under my arm as I guided her the short distance from the armored SUV to the club entrance. The wealthy neighborhood where Duarte and Rodríguez met to conduct their business stood in sharp contrast to the rest of the impoverished town. The small haven of opulence was surrounded by a ring of squalor, which was hemmed in by miles of wild jungle.
The wealth disparity disgusted me, but my contempt was directed at those who chose to remain in poverty, not the elites who ruled over their territory. Any of them could choose to work with the cartel, to do what was necessary to lift their families up out of their shitty circumstances.
But not all men had the guts to wade through the blood and sin to take what they needed. That was their own shortcoming.
I didn’t want Evelyn to see any of it, so I would keep her close during my meeting with Adrián Rodríguez. As we entered the club, two armed men opened the double doors for us—they were military, either Colombian or Ecuadorian. Their nationality didn’t matter. They were on Rodríguez’s payroll. They were paid to look the other way while he trafficked his product over the border. We didn’t have anything to fear from the authorities in this lawless haven in the remote jungle.
The territory was utterly unfamiliar to me, but I hid my disquiet behind a confident, cool mask. I was accustomed to the streets of Naples and the complexities of urban criminal warfare. This wilderness made me edgy; I rarely faced the unknown. I made sure to be thoroughly in control of every possible scenario when I was conducting my business.
But I was in Rodríguez’s world now. I would have to handle myself carefully to ensure the notoriously sadistic drug lord’s friendship. Otherwise, Evelyn and I would be isolated out here. And I refused to put her at risk.
I traced the line of diamonds that encircled her slender neck: a collar marking my ownership of this stunning creature. If I could’ve attached a leash to it tonight, I would have. But Evelyn would balk at that, and I didn’t want to spook her. Not when she had given herself to me so sweetly. She’d entrusted me with her dark secrets, just as I’d craved. The imbalance between us was rectified. I was thoroughly in control again.
Admiring the way my diamonds shimmered on her delicate collarbones, calm settled over me. Evelyn was safe in my care, and I could conduct my business without distraction or worry for her. She didn’t like my business, but she would become accustomed to it.
“Massimo!” Stefano greeted me warmly, as though we’d been best friends for years. His mercurial nature was designed to keep me off balance, but I met him with a carefully crafted, charming smile of my own.
His black shark’s eyes flicked to Evelyn. “I’m surprised you brought your lovely companion. But I’m sure Adrián will be pleased to meet you both.”
Despite his jovial tone, I knew he wasn’t delighted at her presence. Evelyn was an outsider. Until a few days ago, she’d been engaged to one of his enemies.
I cupped her nape, running my thumb over the diamond collar. Duarte’s sharp eyes noted the possessive gesture.
“Evelyn belongs with me,” I said smoothly. “I couldn’t leave her all by herself in that big, empty mansion.”
I let him read the truth in my words: I wouldn’t be parted from her.
He tipped his head at me, accepting the situation. I had Evelyn under my control, and she wouldn’t cause any trouble for him. She didn’t belong to George Crawford anymore, and she wasn’t a threat to Duarte’s business.
