Chapter 147 Thinking About This All Day

Chapter 147 Thinking About This All Day
“He’s gone underground,” Massimo said, his voice low and edged with ice. “Biding his time.”
A cold, hard look settled over his face as he spoke of his old nemesis. Eloise could almost feel the chill radiating from him, like frost spreading across glass. 
“That’s how he works,” Massimo continued. “Shows his hand, then disappears like a fucking ghost.”
Eloise kept her hand on his arm, caressing it absently as she processed his words. “Did you find out how he survived?”
Massimo’s expression darkened further, jaw tightening. “The bullet didn’t go where I thought it did.” He exhaled sharply. “It struck his skull at an angle. Cracked the bone and lodged there. His men got him out before the fire consumed the building. Somehow, the doctors managed to remove it.”
Massimo smiled darkly. “Bastard got lucky.”
His gaze hardened. “Or maybe the devil wasn’t ready for him yet.”
Eloise frowned, her fingers tracing slow circles on his forearm. “What if Regina’s cover gets blown?” she asked softly. “What if they find out she’s working for you?”
Massimo looked down at her, his blue eyes steady. “Then she’d have a very short life expectancy.”
Eloise’s frown deepened. Then her eyes widened slightly in realization. “Wait… They don’t know?”
A wry smile curved his mouth. “Of course they don’t know.”
She stared at him. “They think she’s spying on you?”
“Mmm.” He sounded almost amused. “As far as Agatha and Luca are concerned, Regina is feeding them secrets from inside this house.”
“I don’t trust her,” Eloise said immediately, voice firm. “I really don’t.”
“I know, baby.” His hand slid up and down her back in soothing strokes. “She doesn’t know anything I don’t want her to know.”
Eloise searched his face, still uneasy. 
“Every conversation she overhears. Every document she sees. Every man who walks through these doors—it’s because I allow it.”
He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “As long as Regina is speaking to them, I know exactly where my leaks are going.” His hand settled possessively at the base of her spine. “If she disappears, another informant will simply take her place. One I can’t see.”
Eloise hated it. She hated every calculated, dangerous layer of it. But she understood. The devil you knew was easier to manage than the one hiding in the shadows.
“I don’t trust Regina, Cara. I told you already.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face with surprising tenderness. “I trust that she always acts in her own self-interest.”
“And if her interests change?” Eloise asked.
There wasn’t even a pause. “Then she dies.”
The cold certainty in his voice sent a shiver racing down her spine. He touched her cheek gently, his thumb stroking her skin. “Until then, she’s useful.” 
The corner of his mouth lifted without warmth. “A known snake is safer than one hiding in the grass.”
His hand then slid brazenly across her body, pulling her closer. “I missed you, amore,” he murmured, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
Eloise bit her bottom lip as her legs turned molten. Her nipples tightening instantly against her blouse.
“I’ve arranged for Dr. Ricci to come by later this evening,” he added, his voice roughening as he nipped at her neck.
Eloise blinked up at him, dazed. “Why?”
“To discuss contraception.” He kissed her slowly, his mouth brushing teasingly against hers. “We’re still in your safe window, Cara.”
Eloise looked up at him again, a flush creeping up her neck. “You know my cycle?”
A small, wicked smile touched his mouth. “I know everything about you.”
The admission was ridiculously sexy. Eloise rubbed her body against his, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against her stomach. 
Massimo groaned, low and deep, his fingers wandering beneath her blouse to caress the bare skin of her back. He slipped them under her bra, finding her swollen nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
Eloise moaned against his mouth, arching into his touch. Their kiss turned ferocious, tongues tangling hungrily. With a sudden sweep of his arm, Massimo cleared the desk behind her. Papers, pens, and a heavy glass paperweight crashed to the floor.
He lifted her effortlessly and set her on the edge of the desk, stepping between her spread thighs. His hands made quick work of her jeans, peeling them down her legs along with her panties. 
Her blouse followed, tossed aside carelessly. Soon she was left in nothing but her bra, which he unclasped with practiced ease, letting her full breasts spill out.
Massimo’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he took in the sight of her naked on his desk. Eloise reached for his zipper, eager and unashamed. He laughed darkly at her impatience, helping her free his massive cock. It sprang out, thick, veined, and already leaking. 
He rubbed the broad head of his cock against her soaked pussy, coating himself in her wetness. Eloise moaned loudly, her hips rolling desperately against him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled against her lips, his voice rough with need. “Thinking about burying myself inside this tight, perfect pussy.”