Isabella's POV
“You’re full of surprises, Isabella,” Massimo murmured. His voice was low, rough. It sent shivers racing down my spine. “After everything that just happened…that’s what you ask for?”
I raised an eyebrow, still wrapped around him like I belonged there. My heart was pounding, but not from fear anymore. “What should I have asked for? A mansion?” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “You should know me by now, Massimo. I’ll never miss an opportunity to get what I want from you.”
His hands tightened on my thighs, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed.
“Sure your p***y can handle it?” he asked, voice dropping even lower.
A wicked smile tugged at my lips. “Why don’t you try and see?”
Massimo laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.
