Page 35 of Her Cruel One-Sided Love

Ysabel shook her head, and once inside, she watched him walk around the car, all the while thinking...was this truly happening?

Massimo slid behind the wheel and noticed Ysabel struggling with her seatbelt. "Let me..." He reached across her to help her out, but then he heard Ysabel catch her breath as the side of his arm brushed against her breasts...

Fuck.

The sound of her seatbelt snapping back to the side of the car had Ysabel gasping in surprise, but as soon as her lips parted open, Massimo was already covering her mouth with his, and butterfly wings fluttered like crazy inside her stomach.

Aaah.

The sudden onslaught of Massimo's deep, forceful kiss swept all thoughts out of Ysabel's mind, and all she could do was hold on to his massive shoulders for life as his tongue delved past her lips. The way his fingers gripped her hair as he pulled her head back made her toes curl inside her shoes; his touch was almost savage in its possessiveness, and shelovedit.

This...

This was what her subconscious mind had secretly and shamefully yearned for.

This was what she had fought against thinking of every waking moment of her life in the past five years.

This was onceforbidden, but when she remembered whatLa Stregaand Cattleya had revealed earlier, and what their words had made her realize—-

This man...could have fallen in love with me five years ago.

The thought was instantly liberating, with Ysabel breaking free from every self-imposed restrction she had chained herself to, and before she realized what she was doing, her arms were already winding around his neck, and her body molding against Massimo's lethally muscular form in surrender as her tongue tentatively mated with his.

A rough growl of need escaped Massimo's lips at Ysabel's unexpected response, and he was no longer able to keep his hands to himself. As he kissed her harder and more hungrily, he also became busy acquainting himself with the tantalizing curves of her body, with his hands briefly spanning her waist before moving up once again until his fingers finally claimed one swollen breast.

Ysabel could only whimper against Massimo's lips when he started kneading her breast, and she whimpered again when both of his hands were now in full possession of her aching flesh. Her nipples began to pucker at the way his hands felt so impossibly big and strong, and when Massimo's fingers suddenly tweaked her nipples before pinching them hard—-

Aaaaaah!

Disbelief and satisfaction unlike any other roared through Massimo's veins when Ysabel suddenly gasped against her lips, and soft, telltale shudders of release ripped through her body. He was no innocent boy not to know when a woman was faking her orgasm, and the fact that this was real - that he had truly made hisfidanzataclimax with merely his hands on her breasts - turned his world completely outside down.

This, dammit.

This was the kind of explosive chemistry he had thought he would have with Ynez. And the first time he had visited Ynez in her university, what they had shared afterwards wasalmostlike this.

Almost.

But after that, it had never been so again, and Massimo had even convinced himself the kind of chemistry he had been hoping for was unrealistic...until now.

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