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A shell of a life, the remnants of a painful past and the lost future that I’d thought I would spend with George.
I wasn’t sure of the right path to take. Committing myself to Massimo meant accepting a place in his criminal underworld. I’d seen a glimpse of his awful reality in Colombia, and it’d been horrific enough to drive me away from him.
I didn’t want to leave him. He looked at me like he needed me more than his next breath, and he’d promised to be better for me. He’d sworn to be more communicative and to treat me with respect.
I still needed to see more proof of that through his actions, but I suspected he would prove it to me soon enough. Massimo always kept his promises, and he was a man of action. He didn’t offer me empty words; he showed me who he was.
Even if he was capable of unspeakable violence, he was still Massimo, my dark protector.
I leaned into him as we entered the bedroom, going up onto my toes to claim a deep, desperate kiss. It was the first one we’d shared since his difficult confessions this morning, and now that we were in private, I would soothe him in every way that I could.
And I needed to feel him too. I needed to join with him, to reassure myself that we were both alive and safe in each other’s arms.
My fingers fumbled at his shirt, roughly tugging the soft cotton up his muscular torso to reveal his powerful body. He stripped it off and resumed our kiss, tearing at my clothes in his desperation to touch me. Within seconds, we were both naked. I sighed into his mouth, calm settling over me as his bare skin caressed mine.
“I need you,” he murmured against my mouth, neither of us wanting to break the kiss.
“Yes,” I panted. “I want you, Massimo.”
“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he confessed, nipping at my lower lip. I gasped at the small flare of pain and tipped my head back, welcoming more of his savage claim.
His low growl vibrated against my tongue, and whatever restraint he’d possessed snapped. He stepped into me, backing me up toward the bed. When the backs of my thighs hit the mattress, he tossed me down on it and settled his weight over me. His big hand cupped my cheek, his thumb hooking below my jaw to capture my face. He stared down at me, his shining wolf’s eyes glinting with a feral light.
My lips parted, and I tipped my chin back in silent invitation, craving more of his fierce kisses.
Instead, his hand trailed lower. His calloused fingertips brushed the side of my neck, testing my racing pulse. His palm settled over my throat, and I went utterly still. He didn’t apply any pressure, but the primal dominance of his hand around my neck brought out my base instincts. My body softened, surrendering to his claim. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my sex pulsed with need.
“This is how it will be between us,” he told me, his keen eyes studying every nuance of my expression. “I’m in control. When we’re together like this, you submit to me. This is who I am, Evelyn. This is what I need from you.”
He’d completely subdued my body, but he was waiting for my consent. He wouldn’t risk scaring me away again.
I licked my lips and pressed my hand over his heart. “I want you, Massimo.” I’d said it before, but this time, I allowed him to see the truth deep in my soul. My eyes were wide and sincere on his, holding nothing back.
When he took control of my pleasure, he freed me in a way I’d never known before. I’d found ecstasy in his ropes. I craved more of his perverted affections.
He gave my neck a gentle squeeze and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. The dichotomy made me melt, and honeyed warmth rolled down my spine to pool between my legs.
“Stay,” he commanded.
His will bound me in place, keeping me pinned even once he released me. Cool air teased my heated flesh when he stepped away, and I watched his powerful body with covetous intensity as he cross the room to the chest of drawers. He retrieved a few items and returned to me, laying them out on the mattress beside me.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered before I could puzzle out what he might be planning.
My gaze snapped to his. He tucked my hair behind my ear, searching my face for signs of reluctance.
When he found only desire in my rapt expression, his full lips curved in a crooked, arrogant smile. My sex grew slick in response, my body reacting to his confident control.
He grasped my hand and lifted it to his mouth, brushing his lips over my knuckles before pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of my wrist. Something soft encircled it. I watched with fascination as he buckled a fur-lined, black leather cuff around my wrist. He’d bound me with rope before, so I wasn’t alarmed at the prospect of restraints.
“But I want to be able to touch you,” I protested breathily.
He kissed my other wrist and cuffed it too. “I’m in control, farfallina. I’ll let you touch me once I’m done playing with you.”
A light shiver of anticipation raced over my sensitized skin, every inch of me coming alive for him. He was warm and vital before me. Strong enough to protect me from harm.
I trusted him to handle me with care. He would never hurt me.
I didn’t struggle when he cuffed my ankles and arranged my body so that I was spread out before him. He attached the cuffs to the bedposts with lengths of rope, making quick work of the well-practiced knots. I was bound for him, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
