Page 52 of Her Cruel One-Sided Love

"To worship me."

A few moments passed, and she could only swallow hard when a muscle started ticking at his jaw.Oh no.Had it been too much? She was really just teasing him, and she didn't think any relationship could work without humor—-even if one was led to believe the other was a pathological liar.

Another second passed, and just as Ysabel started gnawing on her lip—-

Should she or should she not take the words back?

He was suddenly standing in front of her, and all could she do was gasp and laugh as he swept her off her feet...only to throw her on the bed like one would do with a child.

Her breath caught as she raised herself up on her elbows, and she saw him already getting down to his knees. He slowly parted her legs open, and desire rippled through her body.

Massimo got rid of her jeans swiftly and efficiently, and every inch of her flesh was aching and burning as he slowly pulled her panties down her legs.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was all Ysabel could do not to sob the words out as his mouth closed over the swollen nub of her desire, and she clawed helplessly on the bedsheets as he started sucking on her clit. She tried, she tried so, so hard to make it last—-

But just like before, it was simply too much, and his name spilled out in a cry as she started to cum.

"Massimo..."

Thirteen

Icannot get enoughof this woman.

There were only three days left until their wedding, and just about every minute of the past two weeks had been spent with Ysabel by his side...or under him or over him, depending on what and where they ended up seducing each other, and always with the most excruciatingly satisfying results.

He had tasted her while she was lying on his office desk, naked from the waist down, and the door unlocked. She had also pleasured him on her knees when they were enjoying dinner in a private room at one of Boston's most popular restaurants—-but one that also happened to have panoramicuntintedwindows on all sides. The drive to her work from her apartment was only supposed to take ten minutes tops, but every damn day she would arrive at the diner,barelymaking it in time, and all because they had to take a detour along the way.

The same thing had happened tonight, with Massimo and Ysabel on their way to their rehearsal dinner, and they were scheduled to arrive on time as well...until he had caught her staring at him, with stars in her eyes.

"Too handsome for you?"

He had only meant it as a joke, but instead she had shaken her head. "I don't think 'handsome' is going to cut it." And then her voice had gotten a little shy as she admitted, "I think you lookbeautiful—-"

And that was it, Massimo thought. He had asked his chauffeur to drive in circles while he rewarded hisfidanzatawith two consecutive orgasms, and he would have gone for a third if not for their incessantly ringing phones, and an exasperatedLa Stregasaying she would die of hunger if they were to delay another minute longer.

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