Owned By Massimo

Chapter 15-You're Insane

Massimo's POV

I didn’t know how it happened. One second she was standing there, the next she was gone. My body moved on pure instinct, faster than thought. I lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, half my torso hanging over the balcony. My hand shot out and caught her wrist at the last possible moment. Her fingers slipped for a terrifying split second before I locked my grip tight.

“Are you f*****g crazy?!” I spat, shock ripping through me. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. She dangled there, the wind whipping my shirt around her body, her eyes wide but strangely calm as she looked up at me.

I braced my feet, muscles burning, and used every ounce of strength to pull her back. My free arm hooked around her waist in a hard yank. We both tumbled backward onto the balcony floor in a messy heap. She landed right on top of me, her soft, warm body pressed flush against mine. Her thighs straddled my hips, and I could feel the heat between her legs right over my aching c**k.

We were both breathing hard, chests heaving, hearts slamming against each other. The cool night air did nothing to kill the fire raging inside me.

“You’re insane, woman,” I breathed, staring up at her flushed face. “You’ve f*****g lost your mind.”

She was panting too, hair messy, lips parted. But despite everything…the drop, the fear, the madness…she whispered, “I told you…I’ll do anything for you.”

That did it.

Something wild and hot burned through my veins. She wanted to be ruined so badly? Fine. I’d show her exactly what it meant to be owned by Massimo De Luca.

Before I could stop myself, my hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. I pulled her down roughly, crashing my mouth against hers. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle…it was raw, desperate, and punishing.

Our lips moved together like we were fighting and f*****g at the same time. My tongue pushed into her mouth, claiming her, tasting the whiskey and pure heat. She moaned into me, pressing her body harder against mine, grinding down on my rock-hard c**k through my pants.

Fuck, she felt perfect. Soft t**s crushed against my chest, hard n*****s dragging over me. I bit her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with my tongue. One hand stayed gripping her hair while the other squeezed her breast roughly through the shirt, rolling her n****e between my fingers. She whimpered and rocked her hips, riding the bulge in my pants like she couldn’t get enough.

The kiss turned messy…wet sounds, heavy breathing, her little moans driving me insane. My c**k throbbed painfully, leaking pre-c*m, begging to be buried deep inside her tight heat. I could’ve flipped her over right there on the balcony floor and f****d her raw until she screamed my name for the whole estate to hear. Part of me wanted to. Needed to.

But I suddenly pulled back, gasping for air. My hand moved fast, wrapping around her throat…not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind her who was in control. Our eyes locked. Hers were glassy with lust, lips swollen from my kiss.

“You’ve signed your own death,” I growled, voice cold and dark even as my body screamed for more.

I shoved her off me and stood up fast, not giving her a chance to respond. Without another glance, I walked back inside, leaving her lying there on the balcony floor, breathing hard.

The door clicked shut behind me as I left the room completely. My hands were shaking with a mix of rage, desire, and something I didn’t want to name.

I headed straight to my office downstairs, jaw clenched tight. The hallway blurred past me. I slammed the office door harder than necessary, the sound echoing like a gunshot. My chest was still heaving as I dropped into the chair behind my desk. I turned on my laptop, fingers drumming restlessly on the keys before opening the file Markus had sent.

There it was again…the same information that had shaken me in the car earlier. I stared at the screen, and a dark laugh rumbled out of my chest. It wasn’t funny. It was twisted. Fate playing its sickest joke.

Damiano Rossi.

The bastard who had hidden so well for years. The traitor who had betrayed me. The man who had torn my family apart and ran like the coward he was.

My shoulders shook with more laughter, but there was nothing humorous about the sound. It was cold, bitter, and full of dark promise. And now his only daughter had thrown herself right into my lap. His precious girl had offered herself completely…jumping off a balcony, sucking my gun, begging to please me.

What would he do if he knew his daughter was ready to give her own life just to satisfy me? What would he do if he realized she had landed in the palm of my hand without me even trying?

I slammed the laptop shut, the sound sharp in the quiet office. I stood up and walked to the large window, staring out into the horizon. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in deep reds and oranges that looked like blood.

“Damiano Rossi,” I muttered, voice low and deadly. “Karma really is a b***h…and you’re about to get a taste of your own medicine.”

I smiled slowly, the kind of smile that promised pain.

“And your daughter is going to help me.”