All Chapters of Owned By Massimo : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella's POV His tongue dragged slowly up my folds, hot and deliberate. Then he swirled it over my clit in tight, firm circles. The pleasure hit so hard my legs tried to close around his head. He slapped my thighs open with a sharp sting. “Fucking keep them open,” he growled against me. I forced my legs wider. He took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. I gripped his hair tightly as pure pleasure shot through my entire body. My back arched off the bed. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop,” I begged. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Look at how I eat this pussy.” I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. Massimo was merciless. His tongue worked me with long, deep strokes, then short fast flicks that made my hips jerk. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he pulled back just enough to dip two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. He rubbed my clit with those wet fingers while his mouth went back to sucking me. “Massimo…I'm gonna cum,” I gasped, trying to pull away. The sensation was alr

Isabella's POV“I can’t…I can’t take anymore.”Those were the last words I whispered before everything went black. Massimo had been relentless. He took me over and over until my body finally gave out. I was so fucking tired.When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was his face. He was asleep beside me, long lashes resting against his cheeks, dark hair messy from all the times I had tugged on it. I just watched him quietly for a moment. The dangerous Don, sleeping next to me like a baby. His strong arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me against his chest.I needed a hot bath. Every part of my body felt sore and used. I carefully tried to lift his arm so I could slip out of bed, but he only pulled me closer with a low sound in his throat.“Let me go, you animal,” I groaned.He mumbled something I couldn’t understand and dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder. The way he looked so relaxed and peaceful warmed something deep inside my chest. It was a shame that when all

Massimo's POVI had been a complete fool.Lydia had been the quiet, sweet girl working at one of my clubs. Soft-spoken. Almost invisible. I used to watch her from the VIP section while I drowned in my own darkness. She was the only one who never looked at me with fear. Sometimes she would gather the courage to sit near me in silence while I said nothing. Week after week she did it, never pushing, never demanding.I remember the way the low lights of the club used to catch the side of her face when she thought no one was watching. She would wipe down the same table twice just to stay near the booth I occupied. At the time I told myself it was nothing. Just a girl doing her job. But something in me…something I had buried under blood and power…kept noticing her.I found myself drawn to her. When the men at the club stared too long or tried to touch her, something dark and protective rose inside me. I moved her to the mansion as one of the maids just so I could keep her closer. She was a

Massimo's POV“How did they find out about that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.My men had been digging for months. We had turned over every contact, every lead, every whisper in the underworld. Nothing. Not a single solid trace of Pat. Then Isabella made one phone call and suddenly there was information.She tapped a finger against the side of her head three times. “My girls are not your men. Just because your people couldn’t find this person doesn’t mean mine won’t.”“How did they get the information so fast?” I asked, suspicion still heavy in my voice.Isabella held my gaze. “If we’re going to work together, you’re going to have to trust me.”Trust. The word felt foreign in my mouth. After Lydia. After Damiano. After every knife that had ever been aimed at my back. Still, something in me decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now.“We have Tessa,” she continued. “She’s our computer guru. She can hack into anything. Break down any coverage. Whoever this Pat is has be

Isabella's POVFor two whole days the question sat on the tip of my tongue.Who is Lydia?I wanted to ask Massimo so many times, but I knew the moment I did he would realize I had been snooping in his office. So I kept the question locked inside me while we spent every waking hour in the meeting room going over plans.The gala was the first real move. I would wear a collar around my neck right where Damiano could see it and do nothing. Things were almost guaranteed to go south. Massimo had given me a small gun and told me to stay close to him even though we both knew I could take care of myself.Now the night was finally here.I stood in front of the mirror adjusting the black dress. It had a deep cut in the chest area and a high slit that ran all the way up my thigh. Scandalous. Dangerous. Perfect. The thrill of what was about to happen made every risk feel worth it.The door opened. Massimo walked in holding a black box. He came straight to me without a word, set the box on the tabl