Owned By Massimo

Chapter 8-Crazy For Him

Isabella’s POV

My heart was still pounding like a drum in my chest when I finally reached the room they’d given me. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, trying to catch my breath.

God, that man didn’t even know what he did to me. Every time I got close to Massimo, my brain just shut down. All I could think about was being good for him. Obedient. His. I wanted to drop to my knees and be his little slut if that’s what he needed. It was crazy, right? But with him, I didn’t mind being a little crazy.

A small laugh slipped out of me as I walked over to the big bed and sat on the edge. I could still feel the cool metal of his gun on my tongue. Who in their right mind would suck a mafia Don’s gun like that? Any normal girl would’ve been terrified, shaking, begging for her life. But me? I’d handed him my life on a silver platter, looked him dead in the eyes, and dared him. And he didn’t shoot. The memory sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through my body. My n*****s were still tight, and there was this deep, throbbing ache between my legs that refused to go away.

I flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my skin tingling all over from the adrenaline. It felt electric, like every nerve was alive and screaming for more of him.

The way he’d crowded me against the wall, that dangerous look in his eyes, the way his voice dropped low when he growled at me…I pressed my thighs together tight, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

But then my smile faded. That woman from earlier flashed in my mind…Bianca, his so-called fiancee. The way she’d been on her knees in front of him, touching what was mine. My hands clenched into fists. No. Massimo De Luca belonged to me and me alone. I wasn’t about to let some polished, desperate girl take him. She didn’t understand him like I did. She couldn’t handle the darkness in him. I could. I wanted it.

I stood up and started pacing the room, my bare feet silent on the thick carpet. The space was beautiful…big windows, fancy furniture…but none of that mattered right now.

I needed to remove every other woman from his path. Starting with her. Massimo was acting so stubborn, keeping me at arm’s length, but I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to lose control. I wanted him to snap, grab me, and give me exactly what I craved. I wanted him to make me beg for mercy while he ruined me.

The thought hit me hard. Him pinning me down, that big, rough hand around my throat, his c**k stretching me open while I moaned his name. I stopped pacing and bit my lip hard, a soft whimper escaping. My hand drifted down my stomach without thinking, slipping under the waistband of my pants. I was soaked. One touch and I shivered, imagining it was his fingers instead of mine.

“You’ve gone mad, Isabella,” I muttered to myself, pulling my hand back quickly. But even as I said it, I smiled. Maybe I had. Playing with a man like Massimo was like dancing with fire. Dangerous. Deadly. But I wanted to burn. I wanted him to set me on fire and watch me melt.

I was still lost in those dirty thoughts when a sharp knock sounded on the door. My heart jumped into my throat.

Was it him? Had I driven him crazy enough that he came to finish what we started? My body reacted instantly…pulse racing, core clenching with fresh need. I rushed to the door, smoothing my hair quickly, a naughty little smile playing on my lips.

I swung the door open fast, ready to pull him inside and drop to my knees for real this time.

But it wasn’t Massimo.

It was just a maid…a young woman in a neat uniform, standing there with her hands clasped. She gave me a strange look, like she could see right through my flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Disappointment crashed over me like cold water.

“The Don sent for you,” she said in a flat voice.

My stomach flipped. “Where is he?” I asked, trying to sound calm even though excitement and nerves were twisting inside me.

“This way, miss.”

I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me, following her down the long hallway. The house was massive, way bigger than my father’s place. Hallways stretched on forever, chandeliers sparkling overhead, doors leading to who-knows-what.

We climbed a set of stairs to another floor, my bare feet cool against the marble. Every step made my heart beat harder. What did Massimo want? Was he finally giving in?

We turned right into another corridor lined with several heavy wooden doors. The air felt thicker up here, quieter, like this part of the house held secrets. The maid stopped in front of one door and opened it slowly. She turned to me with that same odd expression.

“Here, ma’am.”

I furrowed my brows, giving her a strange look. Something felt off. The room beyond the door was dark, and I leaned forward a little, trying to get a better look inside.

Before I could process what was happening, the maid’s hands shoved hard against my back. I stumbled forward with a gasp, losing my balance. The door slammed shut behind me with a loud, final click. I spun around quickly, heart hammering, and grabbed the handle. It wouldn’t turn. Locked.

“Hey!” I called out, banging on the door. “What the hell?”

No answer. Just silence.