Chapter 137 I'm All Yours

Chapter 137 I'm All Yours
Eloise looked at Massimo, really looked, and saw the raw sincerity burning in his blue eyes. There was no mask, no Don, no calculated control—only a man stripped bare, desperate to mend what he had broken. 
The sight made something deep inside her chest ache with overwhelming tenderness.
Massimo reached for a small container of balm on the bedside table. The scent of lavender and something earthy filled the air as he scooped some onto his fingers and began rubbing it gently into her skin. 
He started at her chest, his large, warm hands working the soothing cream into the welts left by the flogger. When his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, still reddened and peaked, Eloise gasped softly, a fresh wave of heat blooming low in her belly.
But Massimo didn’t linger. He continued downward with reverent care, massaging the balm into her stomach, over the faint marks from the wax, then between her thighs. 
His fingers grazed her swollen, slick pussy, drawing a helpless moan from her lips. He moved lower still, kneading her ass with firm but gentle strokes, easing the tension from her muscles.
Massimo felt himself dangerously close to losing control. His cock throbbed painfully against his trousers, straining for release. 
He could spend all day worshipping this woman’s body and never tire of it. He wanted her so badly it terrified him. He hadn’t meant to push her that far. He hadn’t meant to scare her. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt the one person who had somehow crawled beneath his skin and made him feel again.
Fuck. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her.
The strength of his emotions was truly frightening. He hadn’t felt this way in a long, long time. Hadn’t given anyone the power to bring him to his knees since he was that broken little boy who had viciously killed every soft part of himself that still craved affection. 
He had expected a marriage of convenience with Eloise—attraction to her fire and spirit, nothing more. He would fuck her until he got her out of his system, give her everything she could ever want in return, and keep his heart locked away.
And now…
Now she threatened every wall he had spent years building. She made him feel things he had sworn he would never feel again.
Eloise watched Massimo’s hands move over her body with such careful devotion, and her heart swelled painfully full of love. 
Yet Regina’s cruel words from weeks ago in that dingy motel echoed in her mind like poison: “The man has needs, micina. Dark, primal needs. Things you might not be able to give him.”
Massimo seemed to sense the storm of emotions warring inside her. He paused, cupping her cheek. “What’s on your mind, Cara?”
Eloise shook her head, trying to dismiss it, but he wouldn’t allow her to hide.
She bit her bottom lip hard. Massimo’s eyes darkened with fresh lust. He lifted his thumb to her chin, gently pressing until she released her lip, then soothed the small indent with the pad of his thumb.
“Talk to me, Eloise,” he said softly, his voice deeper, rougher.
“What if I can’t satisfy you?” she whispered, vulnerability cracking her voice. “Regina said you’ll get bored one day and you’ll—”
Massimo tilted her chin up firmly, forcing her to meet his burning gaze. “I could never get tired of you, Tesoro. Not in this life. Not in the next.” 
He took her hand and rubbed his face against it like a man starving for touch, pressing fervent kisses to her palm and wrist. 
His lips trailed delicately along her inner arm, sending shivers racing across her skin. “I want you now and forever. I can’t get enough of you.”
Eloise stared at him, her heart pounding. Something bold and hungry stirred inside her. 
“Take your shirt off,” she said, surprising both of them with the command in her voice.
A wicked glint ignited in Massimo’s eyes. He released her hand and began unbuttoning his black shirt slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. 
Eloise watched, mesmerized, as the fabric parted to reveal the hard planes of his chest dusted with dark hair and the powerful ridges of his abdomen. He shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“What else would you like me to take off, Cara?” His deep voice rumbled through her like thunder.
Eloise sat up, her nipples hard, her pussy already weeping with fresh desire. “Take your trousers off.”
“As you wish, Amore.”
Still holding her gaze, Massimo unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down his powerful thighs with deliberate slowness. When only his briefs remained, Eloise’s breath caught. 
His huge cock strained massively against the fabric, almost doubled in size, the thick head visibly leaking precum.
Eloise leaned back against the pillows, her eyes heavy with lust. She opened her legs wide, shamelessly showing him her dripping, swollen pussy.
Massimo’s blue eyes turned almost black with hunger. “Eloise…” he said softly, in a voice that barely sounded like his own.
“The briefs are next,” she whispered.
“Whatever you want, Cara.”
Massimo hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed the briefs down. His massive cock sprang free, thick, veined, and pointing straight toward her.
The broad head glistened with precum, and Eloise felt another rush of cream slide down her thighs at the sight.
“Well, Don Massimo?” she said, a small, teasing smile curving her lips despite the tremble in her voice. “What are you waiting for?”
She spread her legs even wider in invitation, her glistening pussy on full display.
“This pussy is all yours.”