Tilly : A Valentino Heir Novella (Valentino Heirs Book 3)

Chapter 10

“Rules?” I tilt my head to the side. She can’t be fucking serious right now? Matilda wants rules?

I’ve been fucking furious with her. I thought for sure she’d call. Or disregard my warning and just turn up at the club again. She did neither.

This morning, I woke up determined not to hunt her down. By the afternoon, I had Emillio hack into the college’s database to find her schedule. And let’s just say that didn’t go over well, not without the fucker giving me the third degree first.

As soon as I had all her class details, I was driving to campus. I waited thirty minutes for her to walk out of that lecture hall. And then she turns around and says it was a one-night thing.

Oh no, baby girl, that’s not how this is going to work.

“I just… I don’t know how to explain it, Antonio. I need rules. Things don’t work unless I know what the expectations are. It just makes things easier,” she says.

“The only rule you need to remember here is that you’re mine, and I don’t fucking share. No one else is going to see, taste, feel, or fuck this pussy, Matilda.” I snake my fingers up her skirt, smiling when her legs open wider for me. Then I shove her panties to one side and slip a single finger inside her. “Do you understand? This is mine.”

Tilly’s head falls back against the door. “Oh god,” she moans as her thighs close around my hand.

“Matilda, tell me you understand the rule,” I urge her while adding a second finger.

“I understand.” She sighs.

“Good girl. Don’t ever leave my bed again without telling me first,” I growl before slamming my lips down on hers. Tilly’s arms circle around my neck. I withdraw my fingers, undo my belt, and pull my pants down before freeing my cock. “I need to be inside you.”

“Here?” she asks, as her wide eyes flick around the room. I have no idea where here even is. But here is exactly where this is happening.

“Are you sore?” I question as I pull a condom out of my back pocket.

“Not really.” She lifts a single shoulder while her eyes flick to the floor.

“Be honest, Tilly, because I plan on fucking you up against this door. If you’re sore, I can be gentler.” I don’t want to hurt her, but I do want to fuck the shit out of that pussy.

“I’m good,” she says, meeting my eyes. “I want you to…”

“You want me to what?” I smirk as I press my now-sheathed cock to her entrance.

“I want you to do that.” Her cheeks pinken as she says the words.

“You can say it, you know,” I coax her. Lifting her left leg, I wrap it around my waist and then slam into her. She’s so wet, so fucking tight, and so fucking perfect.

“F—oh god!” she screams out.

I cover her mouth with my own, swallowing her cries while I thrust in and out. There’s nothing gentle about what I’m doing. Her hands land on my shoulders and she lifts herself higher as she locks her other leg around my waist.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper while kissing my way down her neck.

The moment she starts moaning again, I move my mouth back over hers. I don’t want anyone else hearing the sounds she makes for me. Like I said, I don’t fucking share. I continue to fuck her harder. Faster. I can feel when she’s ready to explode. Reaching between our bodies, I press the pad of my thumb onto her clit and she lets go.

“Fuck yes,” I growl as I thrust, one, two, three more times. Filling the condom with my seed. I want to be painting the walls of her pussy instead. But I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t do that to her. Especially without discussing it first.

Once we’ve both come down from our respective highs, I pull out and remove the condom. Turn around and find a trash can. I toss it inside before tucking myself back into my pants.

“You can’t leave that there,” Tilly scolds.

I smirk at her. “Why not? It’s a trash can.”

“This is a study hall. Students come in here to study. Someone will see it,” she says with a mortified expression on her face.

“It’s a college campus. I’m sure it won’t be the first time they’ve seen a used condom, babe. Come on.” I offer her my hand and wait for her to take it.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

I pause with my palm on the doorknob. “We. We’re going, Tilly. Just so you and I are on the same page, what happened here is not a one or two time thing,” I tell her. “This.” I gesture a finger between us. “It’s happening.”

“What if I don’t want it to happen?” she asks.

Well, fuck. I didn’t really consider that. “Do you? Do you want this to happen, Matilda?”

She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s not that I don’t want it to happen. I just have a very overprotective family.”

“I know your family, ragazza. They don’t scare me.” I laugh.

“My father is going to want to kill you.” She smiles.

“I know.”

“And you don’t care?”

“I respect your father, Matilda. If he didn’t want to kill me for all the very filthy things I plan on doing to you and with you, I’d lose all respect for him. So, no, I don’t care if he wants to kill me.”

“Okay, but I would care if he actually did kill you. So try to dodge the bullets.”

“Don’t worry, ragazza, I’m an expert at not getting shot.” I wink as I open the door and guide her out of the room.