Owned By Massimo

Chapter 14-I'll Do Anything

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 her, each step deliberate. The room felt smaller with every inch I closed between us. The air was thick, heavy with tension and the faint scent of her arousal mixing with my whiskey.

“Do you know what pain is, princess?” I asked, my voice low and rough.

She just watched me, those bold eyes following my every move. No fear. Only hunger.

I stopped right in front of the bed, towering over her. “Do you know how it feels to sit and watch your fingers being cut off one by one?”

My eyes dropped to her perfect, long nails. I smirked, cold and dark. “You wouldn’t know that, because you still have all your fingers intact.”

I bent down to her level, my face inches from hers. Her breath brushed my lips, warm and sweet from the whiskey. Up close, I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her pulse jumped in her throat. f**k, she was turned on by this. By me threatening her.

“You know one thing I hate aside from traitors?” I whispered. “Liars. So I’m going to ask you this once, princess. Who sent you? Who the f**k are you working with?”

There was no response at first. Then that wicked smirk curved her lips again.

“You called me princess,” she said softly, almost teasing.

My jaw tightened. This woman was going to drive me insane. “Do you think I’m joking here?” I growled, trying not to lose it. Every second I spent with her, I realized just how crazy she really was. Reckless. Suicidal. And so f*****g tempting it made my blood burn.

“You want to know who I’m working for?” She tilted her head back to look up at me better, exposing the smooth line of her neck. “I’m working for me.”

Something dangerous flashed in my eyes. The urge to wrap my hand around that pretty throat and choke the defiance out of her hit hard. This woman seemed to forget exactly who I was…the Don who could end her life with one word.

“I’m here because I want you,” she whispered, her voice dropping into that breathless, husky tone that went straight to my c**k. “I’m here because I want to make you mine.”

Her eyes shone with what looked like pure sincerity. But I knew better. In my world, people could look you dead in the eyes and lie through their teeth while smiling.

I straightened up slowly, my hands still in my pockets even though every muscle in my body screamed to grab her. “I see. So you want me to believe you’re here just because you want me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning forward a little. The shirt slipped lower on her shoulder, revealing more soft skin.

“And why should I trust you?”

“Because I’ll do anything you say,” she answered without hesitation. “I’ll be anything you want.”

The room became thick with silence and raw tension. My heart pounded heavy in my chest. The heat between us was suffocating now…sexual, dangerous, addictive.

I could see her n*****s straining harder against the fabric, her thighs pressing together like she was aching for me. My c**k twitched painfully. I wanted to test her. Break her. Own her.

“Stand up,” I commanded.

She obeyed instantly, sliding off the bed and standing in front of me. So eager. So obedient.

“You’ll do anything to prove yourself to me, right?”

She nodded, eyes locked on mine, full of that wild fire.

I grabbed her hand…her skin was soft and warm against my rough palm—and led her toward the open balcony doors of my room. The cool air brushed in, carrying the scent of the estate gardens below. My room was on the second floor, high enough that a fall would be brutal. Maybe deadly.

“If you want me to believe you weren’t sent by my enemies,” I said, pointing to the railing, “then jump.”

Shock flashed in her eyes for a split second, but it vanished fast, replaced by that same crazy determination. She stared at me, then at the railing. The drop was real. Concrete and sharp landscaping waited below. No one in their right mind would jump.

But she started backing toward it anyway, eyes never leaving mine. Her back hit the railing and she stopped there, hands gripping the railing behind her. The wind tugged at the hem of my shirt, lifting it teasingly and giving me flashes of bare skin underneath. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. The sight made my c**k throb harder.

“Hesitating?” I asked, my voice cold even as heat pulsed through me.

She just smiled, soft and wild. “I’ll do anything for you.”

And then the unexpected happened.

She jumped.

She f*****g jumped!