ride his hand. It feels amazing. So good that if he stopped, I might actually burst into tears.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck,” he says repeating himself before his lips touch mine.
His free hand wraps around my back as he holds on to me. His tongue fills my mouth at the same time I come with a whimper. He swallows my sounds, his fingers only stopping when my entire body goes boneless and the only thing keeping me upright is his arm around my back.
We’re both breathing heavily, I’m panting as my eyes drift closed and I lick my dry lips. I attempt to catch my breath, though I sound like I’ve just run a mile—I feel as though I have too.
Massimo’s lips brush against mine as he slips his hands from between my legs and shifts off of the bed. Without a word, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me toward the bathroom. My arms wrap around his shoulders and I bury my face in his neck.
“You need a bath,” he rasps.
He sets me down on the edge of the tub and starts the water. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he moves around. I watch as he dumps some bubbles and what looks like bath salts into the water. Then he disappears back into the room. I hear his voice and wonder who he could be talking to when he reappears.
My breath hitches when he picks me up and lowers me into the warm water. Letting out a hiss when the water touches my center, Massimo grins over at me.
“I should be sorry,” he murmurs.
“But you’re not,” I say as I close my eyes with a sigh enjoying the way my muscles relax beneath the warmth.
He moves around, sinking down into the water behind me, tugging my back against his front before his mouth touches my temple.
“I’m not, dolcezza.”
Chapter Twelve
MASSIMO
Pulling the sheet over Pippa’s naked body, I smile down at her. I called for maid service while we were in the tub, knowing that she would be embarrassed by the blood that had stained the sheets from losing her virginity. Now the sheets are freshly changed and she sighs as she snuggles in deeper to the pillow.
Changing into a new pair of pants and a button-up shirt, I slip on my socks and shoes before I shove my phone, wallet, and room key into my pocket.
Before I leave, I slip on my shoulder holster and secure two guns. I’m afraid that I’ll be using them tonight, especially with the information that Luca told me.
Turning away from Pippa, I walk out of our hotel room when I should be lying naked next to her, just hours after I’ve made her my wife.
“Massimo,” Luca mutters as soon as I slip into the passenger seat of his waiting car.
I grunt, shaking my head once. “This is not the shit that I want to deal with tonight, but it needs to be done.”
He clears his throat as he shifts his car into drive. “Agreed. Where to?”
“Their house.”
The car moves away from the curb and silently we make our way toward the Gallo home. “You call the cop to meet us there?” I ask as his car moves through the city streets.
“He’s there waiting.”
Nodding my head, I close my eyes. “Good.”
We arrive at the front of the house. It’s a modest home, well within the means of a man who is a small business owner and has a small family.
It’s obvious by the paint chipping off of the front that he either hasn’t had the time or money to repaint. Judging by the way he was talking of his wife’s spending, it’s probably both.
Officer Riva is waiting for us, sitting in his darkened car on the side of the street. Parking behind him, I clear my throat before opening the door and unfolding from the vehicle to stand up straight.
Riva does the same. I watch as he jerks his chin toward Luca as he walks in my direction. “Massimo,” he says, extending his arm.
I slip my palm in his before I tug his body against mine and use my other hand to slap his back a couple of times.
“Brando,” I murmur before taking a step back.
He chuckles, then I watch as his head turns to the side before he brings it back to meet mine. “Heard you got hitched tonight. Sucks this shit went down on your day.”
Dipping my chin in a nod, I clear my throat. “It’s all