I wasted no time slinging my leg across him and sinking onto his lap. Reason whispered to me that I had no idea how to take anything I needed. I’d never felt like this before. I had no idea what to do. Then, I felt it. Long and hard and lying right against my center. Massimo, my own personal devil, was hard. He was big as well, or seemed to be by the way he was filling out his pants. The bulge was an impressive size, rigid and demanding even through the rough material of his slacks.
I pressed my core on him, my pussy perfectly lining up with his cock. Then I moved on him. Back and forth, right and left, shamelessly grinding as much of my center on his as I could. It felt like cool water after wandering in a desert.
“Does that feel better, Katarina?” he murmured, catching a handful of my hair and tilting my head back just enough so my ear and throat were exposed to him.
“Hmm . . .”
“Use your words.”
“Yes, it feels good. So good. I wish it was inside me, but this feels good, too,” I moaned, moving faster and faster, spurred on by something only my body knew how to do, chasing the pleasure that spiraled up my spine.
“Soon I’ll be inside you and all around you. There won’t be a hole on this beautiful body that I haven’t marked as mine.” His filthy words only turned me on more.
I humped my hips against him, rising and rising, knowing that there was relief coming, so close I could taste it.
“From now on, you want relief, you come to me. You need to come, you come to me. You feel like touching yourself... you come to me. You gave me all your firsts. Don’t forget it.”
His final growl sent me over the edge. I bucked into him, grinding along his length. He jerked beneath me, stiffening suddenly, his hips nudging up toward me as if he wished as much as I did that the material between us was gone.
He let out a soft sigh of curses as I continued to grind into him, squirming against his pulsing bulge, drawing out every last second of pleasure. The roaring need inside me dulled to a gentle ache when I finally sank down on him, spent and relieved. He opened his arms, and somehow, I was sinking into his chest. Still astride him, I felt his arms close around me, and I was... warm from the inside out. Warm in a way I’d never felt before.
Safe, even.
It was new. It was terrifying. It was addictive.
I breathed out in a long, grateful exhale.
“Better?” Massimo said, his chest rumbling under my ear.
“Better.” I tilted my face up to look at him. “Thank you.”
He stared down at me, a curious expression on his face.
“No one thanks me, little stray. No one, until you.”
I found a smile touching my lips. I felt light and happy. Maybe I liked the MDMA cocktail after all.
“Well... no one’s ever helped me, until you.”
Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
12
MASSIMO
The coroner arrived in the afternoon. I had no idea who had discovered Vargas’s body, but the director and his goons had left immediately in heavy-duty armed cars.
Pavol and Benedict suspended the usual therapy schedule, so patients were free to wander around in the rec room for the rest of the day.
I grabbed a coffee and sat at a table in the staff kitchen, staring out at the frozen ground. Yesterday had been unexpected, and now my schedule was fucked.
Of course, I could have just refused and tied up the loose end that was Katarina Dmitrova, but honestly, there was nothing I’d like to do less. Our time together earlier in Blackwood’s office returned to me with force, the sight of Katarina’s cheeks flushing as she came, the feel of her dragging her pussy against my hard-on... I’d been erect all fucking day even though she’d made me come in my pants. She was completely unexpected, and I was hooked. Getting her out of my head was a challenge, and saying no to her proposal hadn’t been a real option.
I always built flexibility into my schedule. You couldn’t really promise that someone would be dead by a certain date, so I could adjust. Killing Benedict and Pavol would be a pleasure, honestly, I just couldn’t do it too soon. It would raise suspicion. Clearly they had smoothed Vargas’s death over and had it ruled a suicide, so as not to bring the authorities into Hallow Hall. It wouldn’t end well for them if detectives started to question the therapy that was done here, the pregnant patients. A lot of things didn’t add up in this hellhole, and Pavol and Benedict were hiding things. A lot of things. The only worry on the horizon was my cover story. If Centrium Group got too involved, it was only a matter of time until someone worked out that I wasn’t the man they’d sent here for training. Or worse, Christoph’s body would be identified. I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
I took my phone out of my robes, fighting a shudder. The fucking material of the cassock was hot and scratchy.
I checked my emails, waiting to see if my hacker friend had made any progress investigating the people who might have worked with Fabio Carrozzo in the past. He’d said that the hospital burned down. Surely that was the kind of thing that made local news. I was sure the hospital had been in the South. However, the whole thing was so clinically scrubbed, even from legal record, I had no doubt that officials had been involved in the cover-up. The question was why. My old Army commander’s father-in-law, Prosecutor Bellisario, had been the kind of official who’d been up for sale for the right price. He could have helped to remove every trace of a catastrophic fire at a hospital from local record. I wished I could ask him directly, but unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of thing he’d remember since it was so long ago, and Bellisario had bigger problems these days. He was imprisoned and likely never to see the light of day.