All Chapters of Owned By Massimo : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Isabella's POV I woke up slowly, my body heavy and warm under the soft sheets. Morning light streamed through the windows, painting the room in soft gold. For a second, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling. Was it a dream? The basement, the screams, Massimo’s fingers inside me while Carlos died right in front of us…it felt too wild, too dark to be real.But then I shifted my legs and felt it…the deep, delicious ache between my thighs. My pussy still tingled, sensitive from his rough touches and that sharp slap. No way that was a dream. The man hadn’t even fucked me yet, and I’d passed out from just his fingers like some inexperienced girl. Heat rushed to my face as I sat up. How did I even get back to my room? Did he carry me? The thought made my stomach flutter.I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed just thinking about it. I brushed my teeth with a silly smile on my face.Last night had been terrifying and hot

Isabella's POV “I had to call him.” I whispered, the phone still clutched tight in my hand. I probably looked like a thief caught red-handed. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood there in the fitting room, frozen under Massimo’s stare.“Call who?” he asked. His voice was deadly calm, the kind that made the air feel heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath.“My best friend, Raffaele,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I knew he would be worried about me, so I just had to borrow a phone to call him. I swear I didn’t tell him where I am. I just told him I was doing fine.”Massimo’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped closer. Each step felt like a predator closing in. He took the phone from my hand without asking, lifting it toward my face like it was evidence in a crime. The tension wrapped around us so tight I could barely breathe.“You’re not allowed to call anyone without my permission.”“Raffaele is just—” He grabbed my chin roughly, fingers di

Isabella's POVI stood in front of the tall mirror in my room, turning slowly so the red dress caught the light. It fit me like it was made for my body…the corset top pushed my breasts up perfectly, and the high slit showed off my leg with every move. I looked powerful. Sexy. Ready for whatever tonight would bring. A smirk tugged at my lips when I glanced down at the small toy in my hand. The love egg. I’d sneaked into that locked room earlier while the house was quiet, heart racing the whole time. I wanted Massimo to know, deep down, that I was completely his.I brought the smooth egg to my mouth, wetting it with my tongue, then lifted the hem of the dress. My fingers pushed my panties aside. A soft moan slipped out as I slid it inside me. It settled perfectly, the little tail dangling. I adjusted my panties and took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden heat building between my legs. Just the thought of him controlling it tonight made my nipples harden against the fabric.A knoc

Isabella's POVThe room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people.“Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I whispered, leaning closer. “It’s not like you plan on wearing a necklace.”He didn’t answer. These men weren’t really fighting over jewelry. This was a power game, pure and simple. And Massimo never lost.“Twenty million,” the other voice called from the back. Still hidden in the shadows. The room went even quieter. I tried to turn and see who it was, but the lights were too low, the crowd too thick.Massimo’s hand clenched tighter on my thig

Isabella's POV“No…please don’t…” Massimo groaned, his voice rough and broken in the darkness of his room. He was struggling in the sheets, body twisting like he was fighting something invisible. His breathing came fast and shallow, like something heavy was sitting on his chest, crushing him.For a second, I just stood there frozen in the doorway, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. This was Massimo De Luca—the cold, powerful Don who controlled everything around him. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, felt wrong. Like I had walked into a part of him he never wanted anyone to see.“Massimo,” I whispered, stepping closer.“Please don’t…” he said again, hands squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. His head moved side to side, sweat shining on his forehead and chest. “No…no…no…”I snapped out of my shock and rushed to his side. “Massimo, wake up. Hey—” I shook his shoulder gently at first, then harder. He didn’t wake. His chest rose and fell rapidly, muscles tense lik