C23 Chapter Twenty Three

“Nonsense.” Massimo reaches around me, his scent enveloping me as he cuts the prime rib, dips it into the potatoes and gravy, and brings it to my mouth.

My mother’s eyes narrow as she watches me.

“I’m not hungry.” I turn my head away.

“You are.” Massimo moves his other hand to my thighs again. He presses his mouth against my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps along my skin. “Eat, princess