Chapter 14
Massimo's POV
I was surprised at my own control. Any other man would have crossed the room in two strides, ripped that shirt off her body, and buried himself deep inside her until she couldn’t think straight. But I stayed rooted for a moment, hands shoved deep into my pockets, fingers clenched into fists to keep from reaching for her.
My c**k was throbbing so hard it hurt, straining against my pants like it had a mind of its own. She looked like pure sin sitting on my bed…my black shirt hanging off one shoulder, those legs slightly parted, n*****s pressing hard against the thin fabric. The whiskey glass in her hand made it worse. Her lips glistened from the sip, and all I could picture was them stretched around me.
I forced myself to breathe slow and started walking toward
