Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

After the fire was down to embers, Massimo said, “I think it’s time for bed.”

It was still early, around 8 PM… but I was tired from hiking all afternoon, and the brandy had made me sleepy. I agreed without a fight.

Massimo led the way into one of the smaller bedrooms. The only light now was what little moonlight filtered through the trees outside. And without the fire to warm me, I was quickly growing cold.

“If you need anything, I’ll be right next door,” he said, then started to walk out.

I pulled back the covers and felt the sheets. “The bed’s fucking freezing,” I complained.

He looked back at me. “Well, the other option is sleeping next to me again, and neither of us wants that, so…”

“Great,” I muttered.

“Just wear a full set of clothes to bed. You’ll warm up soon enough.”

He waited for me to say something else. When I didn’t, he added, “Goodnight,” and then walked out.

I could hear the floorboards creaking under his heavy footsteps as he went into the next room.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my boots. I would have loved to have taken a shower, but I was not going to suffer through the icy cold water, so that option was out.

I crawled under the freezing sheets and lay there, trying to will the bed to get warm.

Didn’t work.

And now that I was lying down, I started to get bothered by the tightness of my clothes.

The yoga pants and sports bra were fine when I was up and about, but now they felt like they were constricting me… like they were made of rubber bands and were pressing into my skin.

I liked comfort when I slept, and this wasn’t it.

I had a choice: comfortable and cold, or uncomfortable with a tiny bit of warmth.

I chose comfortable and cold.

I got out of bed and quickly stripped down to my thong. Once my sports bra was off, I put my t-shirt back on for what little heat it still offered and got back under the covers.

The ice-cold, freezing covers.

As I lay there shivering, I tried to distract myself by thinking about what had happened since dinner.

More than anything, I thought back to Massimo’s apology for getting me into this mess.

Nobody in my entire life had ever said they were sorry.

Nona’s number one rule in life was Never apologize for anything.

Her mafia goons? They didn’t apologize to me for shit.

The nuns in the convent had been even worse. If they fucked up, they blamed me for it instead.

Nobody else in my life had ever apologized.

None of my friends, none of the guys I’d ever slept with –

…but Massimo had.

That affected me in a way I couldn’t explain.

I…

I almost felt like I wanted to cry.

It was probably just the brandy.

Or maybe the talk of how Massimo’s mother and father had died.

I could still hear the pain in his voice.

Grief was to be expected with his father. After all, it had been – what, a year? Maybe less?

But when he talked about his mother, it was like she’d died only a short time ago, too.

He’d sounded so sad, it made me want to cry even more.

So when he’d told me he was sorry…

It meant something to me.

A memory came back to me: the one time in my life Nona had ever said she was sorry.

I was six years old… right after it happened.

I remember Nona took me in her arms and rocked me.

Her voice was so sad…

I’m so sorry, my sweet girl… I’m so sorry…

I felt myself spiraling down into darkness and grief.

I tried to push it out of my mind –

But I couldn’t.

I felt the first warnings of a panic attack coming on.

I tried to concentrate on my breathing –

But it just made it worse.

I tried concentrating on the noises around me –

But all I heard was the creak of wood and the sighing of the wind outside.

I felt totally and completely alone…

And I couldn’t bear it.

I would rather die than be alone.

I slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to Massimo’s room.

I opened the door. I didn’t bother to knock because I didn’t want him to tell me to go away.

“Massimo?”

Moonlight shone through his window, and I could both see and hear him shift under the covers as he looked over at me.

“What?” he asked, obviously annoyed.

“Can I get in bed with you?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Why?” he snapped.

I didn’t want to tell him the real reason, so I just went with the obvious.

“I’m cold.”

I could feel his eyes roving over me in the moonlight.

“Put on some pants,” he said.

“It’s uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“So go to the other bedroom and grab an extra blanket.”

“It’s still freezing.”

He was angry. “Lucia – ”

“Look, I just – I’m scared, okay? I don’t want to be alone.” I paused. “AND I’m freezing.”

He sighed, obviously irritated. “No bullshit, alright? No flirting, no grab-ass, no rubbing up against me – none of that. Got it?”

At first I said, “Okay, yeah, whatever – ”

But the words stung.

I was trying to get away from horrible memories – from a feeling of crushing loneliness –

And he thought it was all about him. Cuz he was just so hawt –

My anger temporarily overwhelmed my fear and sadness.

“You know what?” I snapped. “Never mind.”

I turned to go –

“Lucia,” he growled, his voice dark.

I stopped, my hand on the doorknob.

I’d never heard him use that tone of voice before.

Deep and angry… with an edge of something darker underneath.

It made my heart skip a beat…

And not necessarily in a bad way.

“…what,” I whispered.

“Get in the fucking bed.”

My heart didn’t just skip a beat this time…

It hammered in my chest.

I padded over nervously and slipped under the covers.

Still cold as fucking ice, though.

“Can I… can I get up next to you?” I asked.

“No. Stay there.”

I didn’t say anything…

But as the cold seeped deeper into my body, my teeth started chattering. No joke.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he snarled.

“I’m not,” I said as my teeth clacked.

Then my body started shaking.

Massimo groaned, then said, “Alright. FINE.”

I hurriedly scooted underneath the covers and pressed my body up against his.

His back was turned to me, and I pressed my own back to his.

He was only wearing his boxers again, and my ass and legs pressed against a lot of his bare skin.

Plus his astoundingly perfect ass.

AHHHHHHHH.

My teeth stopped chattering and my body stopped trembling.

“You really are like a furnace,” I said as my entire body relaxed from the heat.

“Mrm,” he grunted.

We lay like that for a while… and I thought about what he’d said in front of the fire.

And I started to feel a little weepy again.

I thought about saying Thank you for saying you’re sorry, but it felt a little weird… bringing up that specific thing from an hour before…

So I did the next best thing I could think of.

“I’m… sorry about your uncle. And your mom. And your dad.”

It came out a little stilted.

I guess that was to be expected. When I said that nobody had ever apologized to me before, the flip side was that I’d never apologized to anybody, either.

I guess I wasn’t apologizing, though, so much as offering sympathy.

He lay there in silence for a few seconds.

Then he said, “…thank you. And like I said, I’m sorry I put you in the middle of all this.”

“It’s okay,” I said, then immediately realized that wasn’t exactly true. “I mean, it’s not okay – it sucks – but it’s not your fault. I mean, it is your fault, but… you didn’t mean to.”

That did not come out the way I’d wanted.

His voice turned sarcastic. “Thank you for understanding.”

As I warmed up, I began noticing more and more the gorgeous swell of his ass pressed against my body.

From there, I started thinking about him swinging the ax.

His arm muscles swelling…

His chest bulging…

His back muscles rippling…

And I thought about the big, firm, solid shape along his thigh under his jeans.

Oh God –

I tried to distract myself by talking.

“What do you think’s going to happen?”

He sounded puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… do you think your uncle’s looking for you? For us?”

“I don’t know. But we can’t take any chances.”

“What’s going to happen with my grandmother?”

“I’m going to get you back home to her safely.”

I frowned. “But… something’s got to be going on. Otherwise, you’d be taking me to her now instead of us hiding out in the woods.”

“You saw the mercenaries in that boat that was chasing us.”

“Yeah, but – why would they still be hanging around? Unless – ”

“It’s going to be fine. We’re just using an abundance of caution, that’s all.”

I smirked in the darkness. “You’re an abundantly cautious person, aren’t you.”

“Not always, no.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe whatever you want.”

My backside was nice and toasty now… but my front was cold, so I turned around.

I guess you could say I was the big spoon, and he was the little spoon…

Except he was the most gigantic ‘little spoon’ there had ever been, and I was a tiny ‘big spoon’ next to him.

But I could feel his ass pressed right up against my pelvis.

Oh God…

I wanted SO MUCH to grab it…

I contented myself with lifting my shirt so I could press my cold stomach against his warm back.

“Lucia,” he said in a pissed-off voice.

“What?” I asked defensively, although I knew what he was about to say.

“I said no bullshit.”

“This isn’t bullshit – I’m just trying to get warm.”

“You lifted up your shirt.”

“My tits are still covered!” I snapped.

“And they’re pressed against my back!”

“Ohhhh, I’m so sorry I have body parts.”

“You know what? This isn’t working out. Go back to your room.”

Back in my room, it was freezing –

And there were bad memories.

Memories I would do anything to escape.

“No,” I said defiantly.

He jerked around so he could glare at me. “Get OUT.”

At this point I couldn’t exactly back down, so I said, “You wanna be alone so bad, you go get in the other bed. This one’s warm.”

“Those twin beds are tiny – this one is barely big enough for me – ”

“Whatever,” I said angrily, and turned my back towards him. “There, my tits aren’t up against you anymore – happy?”

“No. Get out. NOW.”

“Why don’t YOU fuck OFF.”

And that’s when he scared the shit out of me.

He jumped up out of bed and ripped the sheets off of me.

“I said GET OUT!”

But he’d made a mistake.

In the moonlight from the window, I could see everything.

He had a hard-on –

And God what a hard-on it was.

It was still contained within his black underwear, but it was jutting off to the side – and it was so big and long that it was pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his body.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed – then laughed. “So THAT’S what this is all about.”

“What WHAT’S all about?!”

I snorted. “You’re turned on and hard as a rock – and you’re too much of a pussy to do anything about it.”

Wrong thing to say.

That set him off big-time.

He scowled like he was going to murder me –

Then grabbed my right ankle and effortlessly yanked me to the edge of the bed.

He moved me so fast that I felt the friction burn of the sheets against my skin.

Not gonna lie, being manhandled like that made me feel warmth somewhere else, too –

But I was pissed off and a little afraid, so I lashed out instead.

I kicked out my left leg and screamed, “I HATE YOU!”

Unluckily for me, my foot connected with his stomach.

I would have said ‘unluckily for him,’ but he probably barely felt it. It was like kicking a slightly softer version of a brick wall.

It was very unlucky for me, though, because it enraged him further.

He jerked my right ankle over the left and flipped me onto my stomach.

I scrambled to get away from him –

But my ass was sticking up in the air –

And he smacked it.

This wasn’t him spanking me when I was over his shoulder at the university, telling me to shut up.

This was him slapping my ass –

HARD.

“AAAAH!” I screamed.

It hurt –

But it also hurt SO good.

Something deep between my legs vibrated.

I wasn’t just turned on by the adrenaline and the sensation, though –

I was turned on that he’d actually done something.

I looked over my shoulder at him.

He seemed a little shocked by what he’d done…

But he was staring at my ass like he was a starving man and it was a big ol’ piece of cake.

Part of what I said next came out of my being turned on…

But it also came from those memories of him humiliating me in front of all those university students.

“That’s all you’re gonna do, huh,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt.

That snapped him out of his reverie.

He glared at me, his eyes blazing with hatred. “You’re a little fucking brat.”

“And you’re a fucking coward.”

I swear I could see sparks of rage in his eyes.

But he didn’t do anything.

So I pressed my upper body down on the bed…

Which just poked my ass up in the air even more.

My t-shirt had long since slid halfway down my back, and I only had on my thong – which meant he could see all of me.

He drank me in with his eyes. He was breathing heavily – I could see his chest heaving in the moonlight.

“I know you want me… but you’re too afraid of an old woman to take what you want,” I sneered.

“FUCK YOU,” he growled.

“Well, you won’t,” I said matter-of-factly.

He narrowed his eyes. “I told you, you couldn’t handle my cock.”

“So do something else… pussy.”

That did it.

He reared back his hand and spanked me again – hard.

“OH!” I cried out – this time more from pleasure than pain.

I turned back to look at him and hissed, “I hate you.”

“I’ll bet you do,” he snarled as he took my ass cheeks in both his hands…

And started kneading them.

Squeezing them.

Clutching them.

Oh fuck…

I was getting so turned on…

And I wanted more.

Luckily, I seemed to have found the phrase that made him give it to me.

And at the moment, it was the God’s honest truth.

“I hate you,” I sneered.

SMACK!

“Oh!” I cried out as my forehead dropped to the mattress. “I HATE you!”

SMACK!

“OH! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU – ”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The spankings were lighter this time –

And only one hand.

With the other, he was grabbing and cupping and squeezing my ass cheeks.

“I so fucking hate you…” I gasped.

I felt him move the string of my thong aside a couple of inches.

My eyes widened as I tensed for what came next –

But instead, there was the lightest touch imaginable…

The softest brush of one fingertip along the lips of my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I groaned as he caressed me between my legs.

I was already dripping wet… I knew I was… and I could feel him spreading my wetness along my skin.

“I hate you…” I whispered…

That’s when I felt his finger part me and slowly sink inside.

“OH!” I cried out.

His oversized finger was actually bigger than some of the guy’s cocks I’d had inside me.

Not nearly enough to fill me up…

But definitely enough to make me feel good.

And then he made me feel better.

He began to curl his finger downward, over and over…

Stroking my g-spot.

I gripped the sheets in my fists.

“Unnnnnhhhhh,” I moaned.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“…w-what?” I gasped.

“Touch your clit,” he ordered, his voice dark and smoky.

I panted as I reached up between my legs with my right hand, moved aside my thong, and began to rub my clit.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned as he continued to stroke my g-spot.

Suddenly his finger pulled out of my pussy.

“Aw man, now I really hate you,” I snarled.

I’d been feeling so good – it had been so hot –

And then I heard a wet slurping sound.

I glanced over my shoulder to see him pulling two fingers out of his mouth –

Which he immediately slid inside me.

“OH GOD!” I cried out.

One of his fingers had been bigger than some of the guys I’d slept with…

But two of his fingers were thicker than all but a few of the guys I’d fucked.

And none of them had been able to magically curl their cocks to stroke my g-spot at the same time.

I whimpered as his fingers filled me up and stroked that delicious place inside me.

“Oh god, I hate you…” I whispered.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

I went back to rubbing myself.

I was so wet now that my juices were dripping down onto my fingers…

And I was so turned on that I could rub myself faster and harder.

I moaned in ecstasy as I felt an amazing pressure build up inside of me.

I’d squirted before – but always on my own. Never with a guy.

This felt totally different… like I was slightly out of control… like he was the one in charge of my body, and I just had to hang on for the ride.

The muscles in my belly and thighs started to tighten as I approached orgasm –

And then he pulled out of me again.

Half of the pleasure went out of me like a tire deflating.

“Oh, come ON!” I yelled, angry as hell –

And then I felt his hands on my ass.

His fingers were grabbing the strands of my thong –

Rrrrrrrip.

He tore it to pieces.

I felt it slide wetly over my skin as he pulled it off me and cast it aside.

“WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!” I shouted as I raised my head –

But one massive hand pushed me back down on the mattress.

“YOU FUCKING – ” I yelled –

And then I felt his thick fingers slide back inside me and start stroking my spot again.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned.

And then something else happened.

Something hot and soft and very wet touched delicately between my ass cheeks.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

“Um – Massimo – ”

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

“But – ”

“TOUCH YOURSELF.”

I began touching my clit half-heartedly. I was too distracted by what was going to come next –

And then it did.

His tongue gently touched my asshole…

Circled me softly… gently…

And then eased inside me.

Hot…

Soft…

Wet…

Oh fuck.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned.

“Ohhhhhhhh… oh, I fucking hate you…” I whimpered.

His tongue withdrew to the soft, wet tip –

Then plunged inside me.

“Oh FUCK I hate you…” I groaned as I began to rub my clit harder.

All the while, he was stroking my g-spot as his two fingers completely filled me up.

Then his tongue began to –

How do I put this?

There’s really no other way to say it:

He began fucking my ass with his tongue.

His face slammed against my ass cheeks…

And his tongue plunged deep inside me.

I’d tried anal once. It had been with the guy I’d seen the longest.

Once had been enough.

Painful and not fun.

But this…

His tongue was so soft and wet that there wasn’t any pain…

Just pure pleasure.

And his fingertips stroking my g-spot –

And the girth of his fingers filling up my pussy –

All while I rubbed my clit –

As his face slapped against my ass and his tongue tickled deep inside me.

I was building up to an epic orgasm – I could feel it.

I was going higher, higher, higher as his tongue slammed into me, and his fingers stroked me, and he completely filled up my pussy –

And suddenly I was coming.

And not in a way I’d ever felt before.

I squirted – that gushing release –

But at the same time I had a clitoral orgasm, sweet and throbbing –

But something else happened, too.

I think maybe I had an anal orgasm.

Maybe it was just the extra sensation while he was fucking my ass with his tongue, and it all kind of combined together in one swirling cloud of pleasure –

But either way, it was fucking awesome.

My ass started quivering and trembling as pleasure filled every bit of me below the waist.

I screamed as I came, jetting out a stream of fluid I knew was splashing his chest and soaking the sheets beneath me –

And I didn’t care.

All I cared about was the overwhelming pleasure slamming through me from head to toe.

I’d never felt anything like that before. Never.

Not by myself…

And certainly not with a guy.

Then it became too much – oversensitive and almost painful –

“STOP!” I shrieked.

His tongue immediately stopped.

His fingers quit stroking me and slowly withdrew from my pussy.

I lay there on the bed, my face sideways, my cheek smashed into the sheet, as I panted and moaned.

Aftershocks pulsed through me…

My legs trembled uncontrollably…

And my brain was mush. I wouldn’t have been able to remember my own name if you’d asked me.

“…I… fucking… hate… you…”

Although the way I said it, it was like I LOVE you.

Not that I did.

Love him, I mean.

That would be fuckin’ crazy.

I just… said it like that.

And as I lay there panting and trying to get my brain functioning again, I heard the sound of cloth dropping to the floor…

And a sentence that both insanely turned me on…

And made me a little afraid, too.

“Alright,” Massimo growled in his deep voice. “Now you’re ready for my cock.”