11. Matteo
Matteo
As much as I hated to admit it, Enzo was right. He’d nailed it when he called me out for being a creep, having put Summer in a bedroom that connected to mine without her knowledge.
Because, wouldn’t you know it, there I was at midnight, cracking open the door that would allow me to peek into her private space while she was sleeping.
I tried to resist the temptation. I really did.
But I couldn’t stop replaying the images of her in the bathroom, when Bianca’s splashing got completely out of control, and Summer had stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal that she only wore a cropped white tank top beneath.
That alone would have been enough to have me stirring below the belt, but throw in the fact that she hadn’t been wearing a bra?
It was like the devil himself knew just which weaknesses to play on.
There was no denying I was a sick fuck, lusting after the nanny, staring at how her tight nipples became visible through the wet fabric of her shirt after she pulled my infant daughter from the bath.
Alone in my room, I’d tugged on my stiff shaft, aching for release. It was torture being so close to Summer as I played the long game, when all I wanted to do was put my hands on her body and claim her as mine. Because even though she didn’t know it yet, that’s what she was. Mine.
Unfortunately, my cock was sick and tired of the only attention it had gotten in the last year coming from my own hand. Especially when it knew the woman it wanted to be buried inside was lying less than thirty feet away.
That was enough to have me rolling out of bed and padding over to the hidden door built into the wall between our two rooms—the house had several secret passageways that could be utilized in the event of an attack.
A little look wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? It’s not like I was going to cross the threshold and venture into stalker territory.
No, you’re just the king of Peeping Toms. Which is soooooo much better.
I mentally rolled my eyes at my conscience. There was no harm in checking to ensure my nanny could sleep soundly in the accommodations I’d provided her.
By the time I cracked the door, I had completely convinced myself that my actions were merely those of a responsible employer, while also pretending my raging boner wasn’t acting like a compass, pointing directly toward my true north.
Jesus, this girl had me mesmerized. Even watching the rise and fall of her chest was more captivating than any movie I’d ever seen.
I still couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to her.
Maybe it was better if I didn’t pull at that thread.
I already knew I wasn’t worthy of someone so pure and innocent.
Our world was no place for her, and if I thought about it too hard, I might feel guilty for dragging her into it.
Though it wouldn’t matter because I had no intention of setting her free.
I’d been raised to take what I wanted, and Summer was no exception.
She shifted on the bed, the simple motion enough to have me stifling a groan, my hard cock throbbing painfully. What I wouldn’t give to have her toned body stripped bare beneath me, writhing on the mattress, desperate to escape the onslaught of pleasure I wrought between her thighs.
I could almost picture how those perky tits would bounce with each thrust, her plush pink lips parted as moans slipped past, tempting me to abandon the tight fit of her pussy for the hot suction of her mouth. I bet both were out of this world, and it would be impossible to choose between them.
I began to wonder if Summer liked it rough.
I’d tamped down my urges during my marriage to Allegra, respecting that sex between us had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with obligation. We both always got off, but it was never truly satisfying. At least not for me.
My desperate need to dominate a woman in bed had been locked away for far too long, and that beast inside me was thrashing against the cage, desperate to break free.
Did Summer hold the key?
A pained whimper sounded from the woman in question, and I jolted. Hand poised on the doorknob, I was ready to throw it open and charge inside.
That was, until I heard my name uttered breathlessly, and I froze.
Moonlight filtered into the room from the window, and my gaze tracked movement beneath the sheets.
Holy shit. Guess I wasn’t the only one hot and bothered tonight.
“Mmm.” Her back bowed, pushing out her breasts which were barely contained in a silk top.
Fuck, my mouth was damn near watering as I imagined pulling one of those taut peaks between my teeth.
My hand fell to my cock, and began fisting it as I enjoyed the sexy show Summer was putting on.
But as beautiful as it was, I wanted more.
Aren’t you hot, baby? Kick those heavy blankets away. Let me see how stunning you are while you touch your pussy.
Like she could hear my silent command, Summer’s legs worked to shove the blankets toward the footboard, baring her stunning form to me. With a hand shoved down the front of her silky shorts, the motion beneath the fabric increased in pace the closer she grew to climax.
I tugged brutally on my dick with the sight of Summer pleasuring herself spurring me on.
God, she was gorgeous as her hips bucked furiously, and that lower lip got caught between her teeth as she tried to stifle her moans.
Heat licked up my spine, my balls drawing tight. I made no attempts to quiet my harsh breathing, panting loudly, almost hoping to get caught.
Curiosity clawed at my brain, which was nothing short of a miracle considering all my blood had rushed south.
What would happen if she turned her head and discovered my hiding spot?
Would she feel like her privacy had been violated and scream at me to get the hell out?
Or would she play into my fantasies and curl a finger in my direction, beckoning me to join her?
Fuck, the mere idea of her loving that I’d been watching this whole time was enough to have me grunting as blinding pleasure burst through my veins and cum spilled over my hand.
Through fuzzy hearing, I barely caught the low, throaty groan Summer let out before her heels dug into the mattress as her ass lifted, and she rode out her own orgasm.
Panting heavily, I dropped my forehead to the wall.
Never in my life had I come so hard. If it was this intense jerking off in tandem without Summer’s knowledge, I was terrified that I might not survive the moment when I finally sank inside her and allowed the pulsing heat of her cunt to milk me dry.
But I wasn’t about to let that fear stop me. Summer and I coming together was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before I staked a permanent claim on that perfect body of hers.
“What do you think Summer’s got cooking tonight?” Enzo rubbed his stomach as he reclined in the passenger seat of my SUV.
Annoyed that he’d invited himself to dinner every night this week, I snapped, “Don’t you have a kitchen at your place?”
My cousin clicked his tongue. “Now, now, Matteo. Sharing is caring.”
Gritting my teeth, I muttered, “This little carpool act to the office is getting old.”
“I’m sure it is,” he agreed. “But someone refuses a security detail, so you’re stuck with me when you want to leave the house.”
“Never needed a security detail before now and have been just fine.”
“You weren’t the don before,” Enzo countered. “And in case you’ve forgotten, someone put a hit out on Gio.” How could I possibly forget? It was the reason my wife was dead. “And with him out of the picture, who’s to say you’re not next on the list?”
I scoffed. “You’re set to make out if I am.”
From the corner of my eye, I caught his visible shudder. “Trust me when I say I want that job even less than you do. I’ve got a good thing going on over here, enjoying the perks of being a Bellini without the target on my back.”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I grumbled. “You’re one well-placed gunshot away from this whole kingdom being yours.”
With a mocking lilt to his voice, he said, “Oh, no, you’re gonna live forever, Matteo.”
“If you believe that, you’re even dumber than you look.” Men in our line of work didn’t often survive long enough to see old age. The odds were even lower when you held a position of power.
Driving through the front gate, I pulled into the six-car garage with a frown.
What the fuck?
The second I hit the button to kill the ignition, I hopped out and bellowed, “Paulie!”
Enzo snickered, and I shot him a glare that would have any other man going silent before they pissed themselves. But unfortunately, my older cousin was one of a handful of people on this earth who were not afraid of me.
I gestured around the space. “Is this funny to you?”
He made no effort to conceal his amusement. “Fucking hilarious, actually.”
Paulie finally reached us after trekking from the gatehouse at my summons. “You called for me, sir?”
Dragging a hand down my face, I sucked in a deep breath. “Would you care to explain why my seven-figure sports car, along with all the other vehicles inside this garage, minus the one I just parked, are covered in boxes?”
The muscular man shifted on his feet. “Miss Reynolds said she needed them for a project.”
My eyebrows rose. “Summer did this?”
He nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Enzo leaned in, stage-whispering, “Dude, I don’t think she respects your fancy toys.”
My elbow made contact with his ribs. “Shut the fuck up.”
“That’s right, take out all your aggression on me so Summer has no clue that you’re pissed as hell she might’ve scratched the paint job on your most prized possession. Wouldn’t want anything ruining your chances of getting into her pants, now would we?”
It was pure fucking instinct that had me reaching into my holster to whip out my gun and press the muzzle directly into my cousin’s forehead.
Low and lethal, my words came out through a tightly clenched jaw. “I said shut. The. Fuck. Up.”