Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (19 page)

Ella stared into his wonderful gray eyes, barely believing what she’d heard. “You love me? Even though I lied to you?”

“It hurts me that you do not confide your true thoughts, but I cannot stop loving you, Ella. Trust me, and I promise the unbearable pain you’re feeling will go away.”

Her lower lip quivered with fear. “Master, I’m afraid.”

“Just trust me, and all will be well.”

Surely if Max said he loved her, then she had to tell him? It would be a travesty to continue denying him what he craved the most. “I met Joey. He flew in from Charleston, to speak with me about Kirk’s suicide.”

“Baby, why didn’t you say? I don’t mind you finding out these things. Just not behind my back.”

“I was going to tell you, once I’d learned the truth, but—” She buried her head against his naked chest, craving his warmth and understanding. Max stroked her hair once more, calming her, lifting her spirits. He loved her. With Max by her side surely she had the strength to continue? “Joey told me things that I’ve found difficult to cope with. Things I’d rather not tell anyone.” She sobbed even more, feeling totally filled with emotion. If she didn’t let it out soon, she would burst. As it was she could barely breathe.

“Go on,” Max urged.

“I don’t think I can,” she choked.

“It’s for the best, baby.”

“Oh, Max. Kirk hated me. He wanted me dead.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. “He literally…tried to squeeze…the life from me. My whole world went…black.”

“I know, baby. But remember that Kirk wasn’t himself. He was paranoid and delusional at the time.” Max began slowly rocking her back and forth, making soothing noises as he stroked his fingers through her hair. “Hush now, little one. That’s it, just let it all out.”

“He couldn’t stand the idea of me being alive, when she was dead.”

“Who was dead?”

“She was dead…and he…hated…me for…it.” Her words were halting.

“Kathy? Do you mean Kathy’s dead?”

“Kirk saw her killed by a roadside bomb when they were together in Afghanistan. When he came home I wasn’t enough to keep him alive. I wasn’t Kathy, so he tried to kill me. And then he killed himself. She’s dead, and I feel so guilty for thinking so badly of her.” The floodgates fully opened, and a wall of emotion that she’d tried so desperately to dam in place spilled and poured from her like a giant tidal wave. Her whole body heaved as she tried to catch her breath through the deep sobs that just kept coming.

Max held her tightly in his embrace, wrapping his legs around her, cocooning her from the evils of the world. They lay on the floor of the playroom, entwined together, until she had nothing left to give. Until she was empty. He whispered close to her ear. “I love you, Ella. Nothing can ever take that away from you. Not the past, not anything. Not Kirk. Nothing. Do you hear me? What we have, what we share, is beyond comparison to anything else. That is all that matters. You and me and now.” He kissed her forehead so tenderly, she sighed. Then he kissed her eyelids one after another. “Let’s wipe away your tears, my love. We cannot change the past, just the future. And your future is definitely with me.” When he kissed her lips, she opened her eyes, amazed at the love she saw reflected in his. Raw and passionate, his soul lay bare and open with emotion.

At that moment she connected with him forever, and she whispered, “I see you, Max. I actually see you”—she touched her temple with an index finger—“here.” Then she held her hand against her breast. “And I feel you here. I’ll never keep anything from you ever again. I promise.” She’d seen his spirit. She’d seen his love with her own eyes. Max loved her.
That
was all that mattered.

Max caressed her fingers with his lips. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Ella. I knew you would eventually come to me unconditionally.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her from the playroom. She felt so safe and wanted pressed against his strong, virile body as he walked toward their bedroom.

Chapter Twenty-Three

After Max laid her carefully on the bed, a feeling of deep relaxation overwhelmed Ella. It was as though every nerve had been disconnected from her body. Inert and supine on the mattress, she watched him undress as he pulled the boots and jeans from his legs. Max loved her.

“I feel so calm, Max.”

“That’s because you’ve opened up to me. Your worries are my worries now. Your fears are my fears. By sharing your thoughts with me, you unburden yourself. I’ll take care of your emotional needs from now on. Depend on it, baby.”

“I wish I’d trusted you before, Max. Why did I find it so difficult to tell you the truth?”

“Because you were afraid of losing me, baby. But you needn’t have worried. You are so very precious to me. I didn’t know Kathy, and I’m sorry she’s dead, but believe me when I say, you are ten times the woman she ever was, or ever could have been.”

Ella felt euphoric. She felt wonderful. Max’s words soothed her.
You are ten times the woman she ever was, or ever could have been.

Max looked like a Roman centurion. His body rippled with muscle as he moved toward her. The morning light, streaming through the wall of windows, cast him in silhouette. She could just see his huge cock standing taut and erect against his washboard stomach. Her natural response was to open her legs and hold out her arms as he joined her on the bed.

“All in good time, baby. First I get to enjoy your supersensitive pussy.” Before she had time to speak, he’d swooped down and swiped his tongue over her clit, teasing her piercing. Her whole body arched as Max cupped her butt and raised her ass from the mattress. He devoured her pussy, lashing his tongue repeatedly over her clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, causing her to cry out in pure pleasure.

“I love you, Max.” Her fingers twisted into the duvet, and she gripped tightly as a wonderful spasm convulsed deep inside her pussy. Then another and another rolled in, one on top of the other. Through hooded eyes she saw her body writhe against his mouth. When their gaze connected, Max slowed the gentle sweeps of his tongue. His eyelashes swept down as he studied his task with feverish intensity. He mercilessly rolled the bead of the barbell jewelry over her clit, rocking it back and forth until her cries of ecstasy left her lying exhausted and panting on the bed. “Jesus, Max.” Her orgasm was so exquisite it verged on pain. Max certainly knew his way around a woman’s anatomy.

“I will never tire of eating your pussy. Not when you come so sweetly for me.” Trailing tiny kisses up her quivering stomach, he circled each breast with his tongue, flicking the sensitive nipple with the probing tip, and sucking them into his mouth.

His hard cock pressed along the length of her slit as he nestled his manly weight between her thighs. It was tantalizingly erotic, feeling his throbbing, pulsing prick, pushing against the entrance to her pussy. He caressed her collarbone, dipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat, before peppering tiny kisses over her neck. Ella arched giving him even more access. She needed his tender touch like the air that she breathed.

“Max.” That one word whispered breathily from her lips, but said with such feeling it sounded like a plea.

He smiled into her eyes as he tenderly smoothed the hair from her face. Taking his time he dipped down to kiss her lips. His shoulder muscles strained as he kept his weight from her.

“Always remember, I love you, little one.”

Ella smoothed her fingers along his masculine brow ridges. She smiled into his beautiful, silver-gray eyes, knowing each and every word he spoke was from the heart. Then she traced the side of his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw rasp against her fingertips. He turned to kiss her palm and she brushed her hands through his hair, and wrapped her arms tightly around him, never wanting to let him go.

He felt warm and wonderful against her naked flesh. After all the heartbreak she finally felt at peace. “Max, I love you so much.”

* * * *

Max stared into Ella’s eyes, feeling his whole world lay beneath him. His heart soared at her whispered words of love, and a sense of calm pervaded every part of his body. Ella had finally reached out to him. Her emotional outpouring had brought them closer together. She’d been lost between grief, jealousy, and hate, searching endlessly for the truth about what had happened to Kirk

To him, Ella was beautiful in every respect. He stared into her shining blue eyes. This woman had turned his life upside down, and he could never live without her now.

“I want you to marry me, Ella. I want you to wear my permanent mark.”

A teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye, and he wiped it away with the tip of his tongue. “Max. Do you really mean that?”

He smiled at her innocent, breathless charm. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

“Max, you’ve made me the happiest woman alive.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Max, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She threw her arms around him, hugging him close.

Max cupped her chin, angling her face to his. “Let’s seal our love with a kiss.” Her lips parted as he caressed her mouth with his own. He flexed his hips, positioning his cock at her moist entrance. Then, holding his weight from her, he slowly slid inside her welcoming warmth, her tight vaginal sheath enveloping him.

A gentle gasp left her lips as he filled her completely. Her back arched and he kissed her breasts, sucking the large brown nipples into his mouth until they formed into tight buds. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive nubs as he continued thrusting into her tight, wet pussy. As he looked down between their bodies, he saw his cock glistening with her feminine juices as he relentlessly filled her over and over again.

Ella’s stomach undulated with the increased breathing, and he knew she was close once more. Max lifted her sexy butt from the bed, so just her shoulders and head remained in contact with the mattress. The angle of penetration was perfect for hitting that sweet, sexy piercing that adorned her clit. It rubbed along the length of his shaft as he continued pounding inside her, building pleasure upon pleasure for his beautiful, perfect woman and himself. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He smiled into her eyes as she explosively climaxed again.

“I will never tire of seeing you lose yourself like this.” Her contractions of ecstasy rippled and pulsed around his cock. Max kissed her lips savoring every exquisite spasm and arch of her body. He loved her with every breath that he took.

From tragedy had come something totally unexpected—love. The moment his best friend Kirk had killed himself, he’d set a chain of events rolling, all leading to this one moment. He figured his buddy had lost the will to live after losing Kathy. If anything happened to Ella he wouldn’t want to carry on, either. That was why he had to make each day with her count. He had to cherish every moment as if it were his last, because one could never be sure when it would all end.

Max rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Still impaled on his cock, she felt so small and delicate lying on top of him. He stroked a hand down each side of her face as she looked into his eyes.

“I would be honored if you will take the slave ceremony with me. It will make our relationship permanent, and everlasting.”

Ella slowly caressed her fingers over the tattoo that decorated his right hip. “I want your mark on me, Max. It will make me feel a part of you.”

He kissed her lips, feeling at one with her, and so very proud. “I will take you to meet my mother in Sicily.” When his father had died twelve years ago, his mother had been heartbroken and returned to the island. It had taken her several years to regain her free spirit. Now he understood that deep-rooted devotion and love. Max smiled. “She’s very old-fashioned. She wouldn’t understand or approve of the slave ceremony. We will get married on the island. It’s such a beautiful part of the world. It will make my mother very happy. She’s been urging me to get married for years.”

“Max, what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Have no fear, little one, she will love you like I do.”

Ella pulled herself upright, riding his prick as she leaned further and further back. Her whole body swayed to a rhythm as she ground her pussy repeatedly down his shaft. He’d never seen her look more radiant and beautiful. As Max watched her enjoy herself, he matched her movements with thrusts of his own. Ella tossed back her head, crying out as another orgasm crashed through. Her pussy throbbed around his dick, teasing the semen up his shaft. His balls quivered and a powerful surge exploded deep inside the woman he loved—Ella.