I
woke up in the morning and reached over the bed, as usual. Surprisingly, Massimo was there. He was still sitting in the same exact position, laptop open on his thighs. He was sleeping. He’s going to have one hell of a neck ache, I thought, intending to take the computer away. His eyes opened, and he smiled.“Hey there, babe,” I said softly.
“How’s your back?”
“Not so bad that I couldn’t eat my beautiful wife’s pussy.”
He lowered the laptop to the floor and started to pull away the covers, but the movement was too much. He hissed in pain and collapsed to the pillow.
“Roll over. I’ll give you a massage,” I said, slipping out from beneath the covers.
I sat astride him, on his naked buttocks, and kneaded his muscular back.
“That midnight sparring was a bit too punishing, don’t you think?”
“Sometimes I need to blow off some steam, and the cage is best for that.
Besides, MMA is the most efficient martial art. It blends elements of many different styles.” He turned his head to the side. “Harder.”
My hands rubbed him with more strength, and he sighed with satisfaction.
“I like that cage,” I said, leaning to his ear. “I can see many potential uses for it.”
Massimo smiled and jerked, rolling to the side and wrapping his arms around my waist. Then he did something, flexing and rolling so abruptly that I didn’t even notice. A second later, he was on top of me, his body pinning me to the mattress.
“You see, my dear—that was MMA. And you probably like it so much exactly because it has so many uses in bed. You might be surprised, but the biggest MMA events in Europe are in Poland.” He smooched me on the top of my nose and went to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he was back, wrapped in a towel. He picked up a new cell phone and strolled out to the terrace.
“Don’t think I don’t know what’s happening in my own country,” I retorted. “I’ve heard about those things. They’re on the TV all the time, though I’ve never seen one live.”
Years back, Olga had been seeing a guy that used to train MMA. She decided it would be cool if we could go on double dates, so she hooked me up with a guy named Damian. A really hot one—a large man with a clean- shaven head. He looked like a gladiator. He had those large blue eyes, a crooked, broken nose, and large, full lips that could do miracles in bed.
We had a great time together. He was a great guy, all in all. A good man and surprisingly smart. The stereotypical fighter is a dumb troglodyte, but Damian had been super intelligent. A lot smarter and better educated than me.
Sadly, a couple of months into our relationship, he was offered a contract in Spain and left. He had tried convincing me to come with him, but my work had been my priority back then. He called me a couple of times and wrote me some emails, but I never replied. Long-distance relationships never end well.
Massimo’s voice woke me from my pensiveness.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
I decided to keep the truth to myself.
“Just that I’d like to see one of those fight nights.”
Massimo returned from the terrace. Squinting slightly, he said, “That’s actually a pretty great coincidence. There’s one in a few days. It’s going to be in Gdańsk. We can go, if you’d like to see it. We can visit your brother, too.”
My eyes flared with glee and I grinned. I had missed Kuba. Our last meeting hadn’t been what I expected, but I still wanted to jump up and down with delight at the prospect of seeing him again. The Man in Black observed me, amused, as I jumped to my feet and launched myself into his arms, showering his face with kisses.
“Pregnant women shouldn’t jump,” he said matter-of-factly and carried me to the wardrobe. “Let’s have something to eat, shall we?”
He laid me down on the thick carpet and reached out to grab a pair of sweatpants from the shelf.
“Take me, don Massimo. Take me right here,” I said, crossing my arms above my head and spreading my legs wide.
Massimo froze and slowly—very slowly—turned to face me as if he wasn’t certain he’d heard me right. He put the pants back in their place and stepped closer to me. So close that our feet touched. His eyes dropped and fixed on my pussy. He bit his lip. Without a word, he grabbed his thick cock and started to slowly stroke it. In an instant, it grew rock-hard. I might have helped him a little—first, I stuck a finger in my mouth, and then played with my clit. Finally, he went down on his knees and grabbed my nipple with his lips, biting it gently and sucking.
“Harder,” I whispered, running my hand through his hair.
His tongue circled around my nipple while his fingers fondled my tender clit. I couldn’t wait until he slid his cock inside me. I had missed it so much, especially the feeling of it exploding with cum. I struck out with my hips, signaling my readiness, but he ignored it. Instead, he pulled himself up and his lips touched mine. He took my face in his hands and assaulted me with his tongue, biting my lip and kissing me so passionately that I could barely catch my breath.
“This is as hard as I’ll go, baby girl,” he said, pulling away.
I knew this was because of the baby. I also knew he was right, but my entire body yearned for a good fuck. I accepted his caring attitude without protest, sating myself with the gentle and delicate sex he offered me that morning.
Later, I went downstairs, only to witness Domenico licking chocolate off Olga’s foot. Massimo’s phone had chimed as soon as he had brought me to orgasm, and he had to pick it up, so I just put on some clothes and went to fetch some breakfast.
“Having fun?” I asked, stopping in the doorway and observing their childish play.
They didn’t even acknowledge my presence, only continued their frolicking.
“Get a room!” I called out and walked over to the table. “Besides, Domenico, I didn’t think you were such a stud. Haven’t you been picking my clothes and shoes for the first two months of my stay here?”
The young Italian licked Olga’s foot clean and wiped his mouth with a napkin before sending me a puzzled look.
“Not entirely true,” he said, shrugging. “You might be disappointed, but most of those things were picked by Massimo. I only arranged that stuff into styles. Massimo knows what he likes. And he really does listen when you mention that something has caught your eye. Like those Givenchy boots. So I didn’t do all that much, really.”
“Oh, quit it with the modesty,” Olga cut in, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. “You pick things for me, too, when you paint me.”
“To be precise, I tend to undress you for the paintings more often than not,” he replied and kissed her lustfully.
“I’m about to throw up here,” I said, raising my arms. “I’m warning you.
I’m pregnant, and I puke all the time, so watch out. And don’t blame me.”
Massimo appeared in the dining room and took a seat at the table. His phone started ringing once more. He picked it up and left again.
Domenico listened in, frowning, before returning to his coffee.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “People keep calling him.”
“Business,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
“Don’t lie.” I slammed my mug on the table.
Domenico shot me a glance and narrowed his eyes.
“I can’t tell you the truth, so stop asking.” Domenico hid behind a newspaper, and I looked at Olga.
“Great. Go and sulk somewhere else,” I said in Polish. “Sometimes they’re too much for me.”
“Oh, you know…” Olga muttered, picking at her pancake. “You really want to know what’s going on? Why? Why do we need to know, Laura? As
long as we can live this idyllic life, I don’t care. I’m happy.”
“It’s done,” Massimo announced, returning to the room and sitting at the table. He reached for the coffee. “We’re going to Poland in a few days.
We’ll see the fights, I’ll do some business with Karol, and you’ll see your brother.”
Olga rolled her eyes. Domenico didn’t miss that.
“Aren’t you happy?” he asked, sipping on his coffee.
“As a clam,” she grumbled, sending me a cloudy look.
Kuba, my beloved brother, was a collector. Fully aware of his own handsomeness, he utilized his natural talents to the maximum, fucking every girl that allowed it. Especially my friends. Unfortunately, Olga had been one of his… trophies. We must have been around seventeen when he had put it in his head that he had to have her. I preferred to think it had only been that one time, but something was telling me it might have been a whole series. If not for the distance between them, they’d keep booty- calling each other. Thank God two hundred forty-eight miles had made it all but impossible. That had been before our Sicilian adventure, of course.
I realized the atmosphere was getting heavy, and Domenico was watching us closely, so I decided to change the subject.
“What are we going to do today? Are you two going to leave again and make us stay in this prison? Or can we count on your attentions today?” I asked ironically, flashing a fake grin at Massimo.
“If you were good girls and didn’t keep running away, the gate would still be open and you’d still have your Bentley waiting on the driveway.”
The Man in Black turned to face me and propped an elbow on the table.
“Were you a good girl, Laura?”
I considered the question for a while and decided to take a risk:
“Of course I was.” I sent him my sweetest smile. “Both me and your daughter.”
I stroked my belly with affection, knowing it might have a chance of melting the ice in his eyes.
He stared at me, keeping still. I didn’t know what to think.
“Perfect,” he said finally. “Santa Claus is going to visit today,” he added, and his eyes flared like a little boy’s.
“Get ready. We have to leave before noon.”
“Right!” Olga exclaimed. “It’s December sixth! Saint Nicholas Day!”
She planted a quick kiss on Domenico’s lips and ran off.
I sat with the men for a little while longer, sipping tea, before getting up and heading toward my bedroom.
There was no way to know what we’d be doing, and quickly I got lost in the sea of outfits I could choose from. They made me wonder. I thought about all the long months I had spent here, losing track of time. I had arrived on the island in August, and it was December now. The year was going to end in a couple of weeks.
My thoughts flew back to my parents. We had always spent Christmas together. I had always been the one to buy them presents, and that special holiday had always made me giddy with excitement. The phone rang, violently pulling me out of my reverie. I dropped the clothes and sped to pick up the receiver. Massimo was sitting on the bed, holding my iPhone. I reached out a hand to take it from him, but he muted the device and put it back on the nightstand.
“It’s your mom,” he said with a smile. “And I know why she’s calling.”
I stiffened, momentarily speechless, and frowned at the Man in Black, expecting an explanation.
“Give me my phone, please,” I said, taking a step closer.
Massimo shot out with his arms and toppled me to the bed, showering me with kisses. I could always call Mom back later. My man was more important right now.
“She’s calling to thank you,” he was saying between kisses. “For the handbag. And your dad’s new telescope.”
I pushed away, staring at him quizzically.
“Excuse me?”
Massimo kept kissing my face. His supple lips delicately caressed my cheeks, eyes, nose, and ears.
“I like giving gifts,” I said. “Especially to my family.”
“I didn’t want you to be sad just because you aren’t spending Christmas with your family. I got your brother a ticket for a Manchester United game, too.”
His tongue slid through my lips, but without a reaction on my side, it withdrew. Massimo raised his head a bit to see me better. I was prone, stunned by his words. The last couple of weeks had made me forget about the coming holidays and the presents I should buy, but how the hell had Massimo known this was so important to me?
“Massimo,” I said, crawling out from under my husband. He sighed and rolled over. “How do you know what Christmas looks like in my family?
And how did you know what they wanted?”
He rolled his eyes before closing them with a theatrical sigh.
“I was hoping you’d be happy for once.”
“I am. Thank you. Now answer me.”
“I had my people check your accounts. Your spendings.” He grimaced, as if predicting what would come next.
“You did what?” I cried.
“Jesus Christ, here we go again.”
“Is there even one part of my life you didn’t meddle with?”
“Please, Laura. It’s only money.”
“No! It’s a lot more to me. It’s my money.” I was fuming by then. “Why do you have to control everything? Couldn’t you just ask?”
“It would ruin the surprise,” he replied, staring at the ceiling.
My phone rang again. I snatched it from the nightstand. It was my mom again. Before I managed to answer the call, Massimo said, “The bag is from the last Fendi collection. In beige. You have one like it, only yellow.” He shrugged.
“Hi, Mom,” I chirped happily, keeping my eyes trained on my husband.
“Darling, the gifts are gorgeous, but that bag must have cost you a fortune. Have you lost your mind?”
Now I was going to have to explain myself. I imagined kicking Massimo in the stomach.
“My wages are in euro now, and besides, the discounts here are a lot better than in Poland.”
If that was what I came up with, I might as well have just told her the truth. What discounts? It was the beginning of December! Kicking myself for my stupidity, I collapsed on the bed and waited.
“Discounts? Now?” I heard from the speaker. Bravo, Laura, I scolded myself quietly. The phone slipped from my fingers, and before it fell to the bed, the Man in Black snatched it from the air, flashed a wide grin, and said hello to my mom. I felt as if someone had slammed me in the head. The room started to whirl around me, and my fear turned into full-blown panic. I had told Mom that I left Massimo after he had cheated on me, and now he’d taken my phone and was chatting away with her like nothing had ever happened.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moaned, but then, suddenly, Massimo gave the phone back to me.
“You watch your language, Laura Biel!” Mother cried.
I stiffened.
“Sorry. It just slipped my tongue,” I mumbled, waiting for the inevitable decapitating attack.
“Your Massimo is a very nice man. I think he really likes you.”
My jaw dropped. If it hadn’t been attached to my head, it would have rolled downstairs.
“Excuse me?” I asked with disbelief.
“He just explained everything to me. You should have learned languages.
You would have understood what he was saying.”
That’s when Dad chimed in, barely audible in the background.
“Christ almighty, I have to do everything myself.” Mom sighed. “I need to go, darling. Your father can’t assemble the telescope on his own. He’s going to break it if I don’t lend him a hand. I love you, sweetie. Thank you for the wonderful surprise. Bye!”
“Love you too. Bye!” I said, ending the call.
I put the phone down and stared at my husband, who was grinning widely, satisfied with his plan coming to fruition.
“What did you tell her?”
“That I gave you a raise, so you came back to work at my hotel.” His muscular arms wrapped around me tightly.
“I also told her about the mix-up that made you think I cheated on you.
But don’t worry—I lied to her. You might have sounded a bit more absentminded in my story than you usually are. She laughed and told me it was typical.” He rolled us both over so we lay on our sides, facing each other. His leg was wrapped around my hips. “By the way, I didn’t know you were so jealous by nature. Anyway, your mom knows we’re still together.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, kissing him.
“Thank you for kidnapping me.”
The Man in Black swung his leg over my hips and sat astride me.
“I will take you now,” he breathed, pulling down my sweatpants. “You know why?”
I writhed beneath him, throwing off all my clothes.
“Why?” I asked, pulling at his pants.
“Because I can.” His tongue brutally assaulted my lips, and his hands cupped my head.
I marveled at his muscular, toned body. Then my eyes wandered down, and I took a look at myself, pulling away Massimo’s shirt, which I was wearing. I sighed at the sight of my belly. I looked like I’d swallowed a small balloon. I was so happy with the thought that this was his child inside me, but I hated the way it was changing my body. My eyes lifted again, and I met Massimo’s stare. He knelt by me.
“What’s going on?” he asked, sitting me up and placing me on his knees.
I cuddled against his torso, inhaling the beautiful scent of his skin and his cologne.
“I’m growing fat,” I sobbed. “Another month and I won’t fit into any of my clothes.”
“You’re being silly now,” he said, laughing and kissing my head. “You can get fatter than me and I won’t have anything against it, because it means that my son is growing large and strong. Now stop worrying about this nonsense and get ready. We need to be where I’m taking you in an hour.”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere you haven’t visited yet. Dress casual.”
Massimo put on a pair of worn blue jeans, a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and black military boots. Wow, I thought, looking at him. This was a new look. The Man in Black ran a hand through his hair and left, giving me a kiss. I got up and went to the dressing room again. Dress casual, he’d said.
“Casual” means something different for everyone, but since I knew we weren’t going to any official meeting, I could get creative. I grabbed a hanger and pulled off a black Kenzo T-shirt with a tiger motif. It wasn’t hot outside, but it wasn’t cold, either, so I decided to show off my toned legs. I settled on dark gray One Teaspoon shorts. I topped off my look with Burberry thigh-high boots and long socks. I moved my things to a Boy Chanel bag and went downstairs.
Olga was waiting by the door. She was explaining something to Domenico animatedly. When Massimo joined us, we all headed to the line of parked cars. Everyone had their own vehicle here. Massimo opened the door to a BMW i8 for me. It was another of those sci-fi machines pretending to be ordinary cars. Domenico led Olga to the Bentley.