Owned By Massimo

Chapter 13-The Consequence

Massimo's POV

“Massimo please…I don’t know how I got here,” Bianca whispered, her voice shaky as she tried to pry my fingers from around her neck. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears gathering at the corners, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

“You don’t know how you got here and you want me to believe that?!” I spat, my voice echoing in the room. I could see the terror in her eyes, but it didn’t touch me. I had warned everyone…every single person in this house…never to come here. They all knew the consequences. They knew I turned into a complete monster when anyone crossed this line. And yet here she was, in the one place I wanted untouched.

“I swear, believe me, Massimo,” she begged, her hands clutching my wrist.

My hand tightened around her throat. “You’re going to face the consequences, Bianca.”

“It’s her!” she suddenly blurted out, struggling against my hold. “It has to be her! That b***h must have set me up because she knows I’m the one you’re marrying. She’s crazy!”

I stared at her coldly. “And how did she do that? How did she drag you up here? She just came here last night. How did she even know about this room? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

My voice was dangerously calm now, the kind that made smarter people shut up and confess. Bianca’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked trapped, calculating. I tilted my head, watching her squirm.

“And that maid? Let me guess…you wanted me to find the girl here, but your plan backfired.”

“No! No, Massimo, I really am innocent,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

I didn’t believe a word. I released her neck, grabbed her arm instead, and started dragging her out of the room. The door closed behind us with a heavy thud that felt final. Bianca begged the whole way, her heels scraping against the floor.

“Massimo please! I’m your fiancée! You can’t kill me!”

I didn’t stop. My footsteps were fast and angry, pulling her along like she weighed nothing.

“I’m sorry! Massimo, slow down!”

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I finally released her. She stumbled and fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face. My men were already there, watching silently. Two of them dragged the maid in and threw her down beside Bianca. The maid was shaking, eyes full of terror.

“You were in this together,” I scoffed.

The maid whimpered, but I felt nothing. Betrayal in my own house was something I crushed without mercy.

I turned to my men, my voice like ice. “Teach them both a lesson they’ll never forget.”

“No! No!” Bianca screamed as they yanked her up.

“Don, please,” the maid begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancée! Massimo!” Bianca’s cries echoed as they dragged both women away. I stood there in the heavy silence, my chest still burning with rage. The house felt too quiet now, but my mind was loud. I hadn’t come back home for this bullshit. I came back for that girl…the wild one who had been turning my blood hot since the moment I saw her. I needed to find out who the f**k sent her and what her real game was.

I climbed the stairs again, my boots heavy on the steps. When I reached the room I’d given her, I pushed the door open hard. Empty. The bed was untouched, the bathroom silent. No sound. No sign of her. Where the hell was she?

I walked out, closing the door behind me. Something pulled me toward my own room. A gut feeling. I reached my door, turned the handle, and stepped inside.

There she was.

On my bed. Wearing nothing but one of my black shirts, the fabric hanging loose on her body. A glass of my whiskey dangled from her fingers. When our eyes locked, she raised the glass in a slow toast, then brought it to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes never left mine…bold, hungry, full of fire.

“I’ve been waiting for you, darling.”

Blood rushed straight to my c**k. For a second, I forgot why I had stormed up here. The shirt looked sinful on her, the collar slipping off one shoulder to show smooth skin. Her legs were slightly parted, teasing me with what was underneath. She looked like she belonged there, in my space, drinking my drink, waiting like a temptress who knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Fuck. She was dangerous. The kind of danger that made my body react before my brain could catch up. Heat flooded through me, my pants growing tight as I stared at her. Those lips wrapped around the glass the same way they’d wrapped around my gun earlier. The memory hit hard…wet, warm, daring. I wanted that mouth on me for real. I wanted to rip that shirt off and bury myself inside her until she screamed.

But I couldn’t forget. She was a mystery. A possible threat. The phone revelation still burned in my mind, connecting her to things I needed answers for.

I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me with a quiet click. The sound felt heavy, like it sealed us in together. The air thickened instantly, charged with tension and raw want. She watched me with those sparkling eyes, a small smile playing on her lips like she knew she had me hooked.

“We need to talk,” I said, my voice rough, but I didn’t move away from the door. My body was on fire, every muscle tight, fighting the urge to cross the room and take what she was clearly offering.

She set the whiskey glass on the nightstand slowly, the movement making the shirt ride up higher on her thighs. My eyes followed. She leaned back on her elbows, arching just enough to make the fabric pull tight across her breasts. No bra. Her n*****s were hard, pressing against the material, begging for attention.

“Talking sounds good,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “But I can think of better things we could do first.”

The room felt smaller, hotter. My c**k throbbed painfully, pressing against my zipper. She shifted on the bed, crossing her legs slowly, giving me a flash of bare skin that made my jaw clench.

Every instinct screamed to grab her, pin her down, and f**k the answers out of her. To make her moan my name until she confessed everything. But I stayed rooted, fighting for control. She was playing a game, and I needed to know the rules before I lost myself in her completely.

Still, the heat between us was undeniable. Thick. Suffocating. Delicious.

She licked her lips, eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my pants, then back up to my face. “You look tense, Massimo. Let me help you relax…”