MASSIMO
Alcohol is supposed to give you a buzz, but I’ve got a mild headache and feel more irritable than when I left. My family should learn to listen to me when I tell them I don’t want to go out. I mean it.
They’re all there still partying as I took an Uber back home. One thing is on my mind as I walk through the hallways, searching for my sister and Paisley. Music travels through the house from the direction of the ballroom. It’s coming from the bar and I march toward it through the room where I first set eyes on my bride to be.
I pause at the door which is cracked open a few inches, observing my sister and Paisley dancing to I wanna dance with somebody, by Whitney Houston. We haven’t updated the jukebox since my mom died over fifteen years ago. It’s full of old classics rather than modern songs.
A swelling sensation in my chest makes me feel a little nauseous as I stare at the woman I’m going to marry tomorrow. I’ve not seen her like this before, looking carefree. The music stops and they laugh, hugging each other.
My cue to break this up and get my fiance to bed. “Are you having fun, ladies?”
Paisley’s head snaps round, and her eyes narrow. “Until you walked in here, we were having a great time.”
Mia laughs. “Chill, Paisley.” My sister rushes up to me. “He’s just a big teddy bear, really.” She wraps her arms around me tightly. “Did you enjoy your night at the strip club?” Her brow creases. “You’re home earlier than I expected.”
My gaze moves to Paisley as her brow pulls together at the mention of the strip club. A flash of jealousy enters her eyes, but it disappears as fast as it appeared.
“It was shit. I didn’t want to be there, so I got an Uber home.” I hold Paisley’s gaze, trying to work out if she understands my meaning. “The only woman that can get me going is right here.”
Mia steps back, nose wrinkling. “Gross.”
I chuckle. “You realize I’m getting married to her tomorrow, right?”
She shakes her head. “It’s gross to think of you with any woman. You’re my brother.” Mia stumbles a little, appearing more drunk than my fiance. “I need to go to bed, as the room is spinning.”
I nod to Sandro. “Make sure she gets to her room in one piece.”
Mia giggles as Sandro guides her out of the room, leaving us alone.
Paisley watches me, swaying slightly. No doubt because of the alcohol she’s consumed.
“How much did you drink?” I move toward her. “You realize you’re underage.”
“No shit, I thought I was twenty-one.” She rolls her eyes and turns her back on me, walking over to the table where empty glasses are strewn. She picks up one with alcohol in and swigs the entire thing back. “Arrest me.” She glances over her shoulder.
“Believe me, princess,” I say, stepping toward her. “I want nothing more than to handcuff you to my bed right now. It’s a bad idea to tempt me.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. I wonder what she’s thinking. “As if anything I say will stop you from doing whatever you want.”
I smirk, moving toward her. “Are you learning, princess?”
“Yes, learning what a sadistic piece of shit you are.”
I stop and tilt my head. “That’s not very nice.” I move closer to her and once we’re a foot away, I stop, noticing the way her skin is flushed, and she’s breathing more heavily than when I first walked in here. “And I’ve spent my entire night wishing I was in bed with you, making you moan and beg and forcing you to wait until tomorrow.”
Her lips part slightly and she visibly clenches her thighs together. A sure sign she’s aroused right now. “Well, I wish you had never come back tonight. Mia and I were having a great time.”
“Yes, I saw.” I walk toward the jukebox and select Freak me by Silk. “We really need to update these songs.”
“I like old music.” She swallows hard when I turn back to her and hold my hand out. “Let’s dance.”
“I’d rather not.”
I walk over to her and grab her waist, pulling her against me. “And I don’t really care.” I groan as my cock presses against her curvy body. “I’m so fucking hard right now. I want you to grind that beautiful ass against my cock.” I spin her around and pull her hard against me, making her gasp.
I force her to move to the music, and since the alcohol appears to have lowered her inhibitions, she lets it take over. Her hips swaying to the music as she grinds her beautiful ass against me, making my cock leak. I groan and move her hair away from her neck, leaning down and kissing her there just below her ear. “You are so beautiful, Paisley,” I breathe.
She moans as she grinds herself on me to the music, before spinning around and wrapping her arms around my neck. And then, before I can work out what is happening, her soft, pillowy lips are on mine.
I tighten my grasp on her, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest. And then I dip my tongue into her mouth, forcing her lips open and taking control. This is what I’ve craved all night. My Paisley in my arms. I don’t want to go to another strip club again in my life. It’s crazy how a place I used to visit frequently can lose its entire appeal practically over night.
“You’ve broken me, Paisley,” I murmur against her lips. “I can hardly think of anything but you.”
Paisley moans. “Fuck me.”
I bite her bottom lip, making her yelp. “Tomorrow, baby. I’ll only fuck that virgin cunt once you are Mrs. Paisley Morrone.”
As if those words snap her out of a daze, she takes a step back from me as the song ends. “I don’t want to marry you.”
“No? But you want me to fuck you?” I raise a brow. “Surely you want to be in a committed relationship before a man pops your cherry.”
Her brow furrows. “Yeah, a relationship I choose. Not one forced on me by a man so deluded he thinks because he sees a woman he wants to fuck, that he can just take her and force her to marry him.” Her eyes narrow. “You’re pathetic.”
Something about that word snaps my resolve, and I grab her by the throat, squeezing. “Careful, little girl.”
Her nostrils flare. “Careful of offending your feelings? The great Massimo Morrone can’t take being called pathetic.”
I pull her toward me, tightening my grasp on her throat. “You listen to me, princess. I could have any woman I want, but I want you. Don’t ask me why. I question my own sanity daily since I made that deal.” My lips are an inch from hers. “It’s not pathetic to take what you want, no matter the costs.”
I release her throat and spin her around, hiking up her skirt. “Out of all the clothes I bought you, you decide to wear the ones you arrived in.”
“I want nothing from you.”
“No, just my cock, it would seem.” I tear her panties apart and struggle not to groan when I see the chastity device in place. I’ve kept the key in my jacket, so I grab it out and unfasten it, pulling the device off of her and discarding it on the floor. She’s dripping. “So fucking wet. I could slam my cock right inside of you here and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.” I bite her shoulder softly, sucking on her flesh. “In fact, I sense you’d fucking love every second while I plowed into you until you came apart. Wouldn’t you, Paisley?”
“No,” she says, but it’s a half-hearted denial.
I slide two fingers inside of her and she groans, arching her back. “That’s what I thought. You’re gagging for it, and I’m going to give it to you.” I pause. “Tomorrow.”
Her shoulders slump slightly in disappointment.