All Chapters of Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“You test me, bambina,” Massimo growled, his voice low and dangerous as his lips trailed down the curve of Nia’s neck. The heat of his breath sent shivers raced down her spine, her wetness pooled between her thighs. His hands, striped with veins were, rough and possessive, he carried her off the bed. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his torso, he gripped her hips tighter, pressing her back against the wall. Her body completely at his mercy. She could feel the hardness of him through the thin fabric of his trousers, and the way her swollen pussy throbbed between her legs only increased .“You make me want to fuck you until your insides beg for mercy.”Nia’s breath seized, her hands tangled in his dark hair as she pulled him closer. Her lips brushed against his, a soft tease that made him groan. “Then fuck me, Massimo,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Fuck me, my mafia.”His response was immediate, a growl that vibrated through his chest as he lifted her higher, adj

Nia woke up to the odd smell of antiseptics and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. Her vision blurred as she blinked slowly, her head pounded like drums. Pain surged through her shoulder, sharp and unrelenting, and her lips opened slowly in a soft gaspShe could barely see but noticed a large, shadowy figure moving around the room. As her vision cleared, she recognized him—Massimo. His back was to her, his broad shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.“The doctor said it was just a large graze …” his deep voice cut through the silence. He didn’t turn to face her, his hand moved —but she couldn’t see what he was doing. She didn’t respond, her mind was spinning. Her gaze trailed to her shoulder, where thick white bandages showed through her hospital gown. A part of her was upset—but at herself. What was she even doing here? Throwing herself into the line of fire, literally, for him?Her chest tightened. What if she had died? Then what, she moves to the next life

“S-sir?” The doctor stuttered Massimo chuckled softly, “Come on, no need to be shy now. I can see you want to join in on the fun.”“Or am I lying?” He moved the gun up, pointing it towards his dick.“Ye-yes sir” He responded, although he stared at Nia like she was a prey that had fallen for his trap. She didn't want this, she wanted Massimo not some strange doctor that got hard off the body of his patients.She screamed Massimo , while she threw glares at the doctor with anger as she said,“ No! I don’t want to Fuck my doctor!” She spat , closing her legs before they could say a word as she shook hard so they wouldn't have hold of her.She was slippery now, she moved around, refusing them to touch her as she yelled at the top of her voice.“ Relax….” Massimo hushed her.“ Be a good girl, piccola.” He says softly, coming closer and touching her face.. his hands moved down to her lips, slipping his thumb into it and grazing it against her teeth and teasing his tongue.She choked,

“ Isabel.” He called out, worry was already plastered on his face, his pistol was still in his hands, The door creaked open, he walked in with a stern look on his face. His legs carried him towards the glass doors of the kitchen, when he perceived the aroma of the food in the kitchen. His gaze landed on her, and slowly he lowered his gun, confusion replaced the original look he had on his face. His hands pushed the curls off his face, as he watched her—-Nia move around in the kitchen. He swallowed as his eyes raked her body, how provocative she was dressed, the way the lingerie clung to her body like a second skin, how it hugged her boobs so roundly, despite how the kimono hid her curves, her dark hair flowed lush fully over her shoulders as she tiptoes to see into the frying pan carefully. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Interessante," he murmured under his breath, lowering the gun and placing it carefully on the counter. Leaning against the wall with one hand pocketed, he let ou

Nia cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body arched instinctively against his. The water wasn’t just warm—it was relentless, gushing against her most sensitive spot with a force that made her toes curl. “Massimo!” she gasped, her nails dug into his forearm as he held her steady. His grip was firm, stubborn, and she could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to let her escape the pleasure-pain of it. And she didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing with a desperate need, exactly like her own need. She felt the press of his cock against her lower back, hot and heavy even through the steam. His body held her firmly against him, despite the way she writhed in his arms, desperate for relief, for more, for everything. “Ah—ahmm, Massimo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck, teeth grazed her skin in a way that made her whimper. The water