13. Summer
Summer
There was a gun. Inside me.
How did I even get here?
Oh, that’s right, because my dumb ass saw my sexy employer walk into the room shirtless, his many muscles on full display and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, holding a gun, and decided to goad him when he warned that I should be afraid.
Maybe I was experiencing a bout of temporary insanity, because that was the only logical explanation as to how I’d landed myself in this situation.
Though, if I were being honest, I’d been having impure thoughts about the man for weeks.
Okay, months, if we wanted to get technical.
The first time I saw him, I felt this pull I couldn’t quite explain.
Now that I was living under his roof, it grew stronger with each passing day.
And every night, I had to convince myself that getting off while picturing all the ways he’d destroy my body—because let’s face it, a man who looked like Matteo had to be an animal in bed—was enough.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t even come close to scratching that itch.
Now I was mere seconds away from coming as he fucked me with a weapon.
This shouldn’t be so hot. It should be fucking terrifying. One wrong move, one twitch of his index finger, could end my life.
Yet deep in my gut, I knew Matteo would never let anything happen to me.
The two sides of his personality were a perfect dichotomy.
To this point, I’d only known him as the sweet, doting father.
And while I knew he also carried a darkness, that part of him had been hidden from me, so it was all too easy to pretend like it didn’t exist. But here, tonight, it was front and center, focused entirely on me.
This whole situation provided an adrenaline rush like none I’d ever experienced before, and that only served to heighten the pleasure, effectively drowning out any sense of danger.
Every muscle in my body was coiled tight as I teetered right on the edge of the cliff, so close to falling over that I could practically taste it, when he slowed down.
I cried out at the injustice of being denied.
When I began to beg him to resume the near-violent pace that brought with it both pain and pleasure, I realized how far gone I was.
The thrill of danger had proven to be the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I was damn near desperate to be consumed by the orgasm that promised to put all others that had come before it to shame.
“Matteo,” I whined as he worked me over so lazily it drove me insane.
The pace was pure torture, and my attempts to make him move faster were futile. He was much too strong for me to overpower.
I could feel his hard cock pressed against my hip and decided to take matters into my own hands.
Abandoning my hold on his forearm, I found the waistband of his sports shorts and dipped inside. When I wrapped my fingers around his hot length, he hissed.
I tightened my grip, and with a groan, Matteo thrust into my hand. Burying his face in my neck, he panted, “Fuck. Summer.”
A sense of satisfaction flooded my system that, while he might be asserting his dominance, I still had the power to bring him to his knees.
Knees. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to drop to mine and flip the tables, tease him until he was the one begging. My mouth filled with saliva at the mere thought.
Maybe next time. Unless I quit in the morning, which wasn’t happening, there was no way I would be able to resist temptation while continuing to live in the same house as this man.
But I couldn’t worry about that now. Not when he held my life in his hand and I held his pleasure in mine.
Returning my attention to my current task, I noticed his cock gliding smoothly against my palm, a slickness coating it.
That was strange. Sure, some guys leaked a bead or two of precum, but this felt like more than that.
He didn’t come already, did he?
No, that couldn’t be it, or else he wouldn’t still be hard.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I dared to peek down.
Holy shit. Was that . . .
I blinked a few times, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me in the dim lighting.
Nope, it wasn’t an illusion. Matteo’s mouthwateringly thick and long shaft was covered in blood.
My core involuntarily clenched around the gun still shoved inside it at the sight.
I was learning all kinds of new things about myself and what turned me on tonight, because watching as I smeared streaks of crimson on his skin with each stroke might just be the most erotic display I’d ever seen.
And I didn’t even know which one of us was bleeding. Hell, I didn’t care.
The moan I let out was so loud it had Matteo rearing back. His gaze must’ve tracked where my eyes were glued because he sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Hypnotized, unable to look away, I agreed with an “mm-hmm.”
“Tell me who you belong to, Summer.” His command came out strained, and his dick swelled in my hand, like he was seconds away from exploding.
When I opened my mouth to reply, he began fucking me with the gun in earnest again, and only a whimper came out. The overwhelming rush of pleasure stole the very breath from my lungs, and I rose on my tiptoes as I tried to escape the sheer intensity of its onslaught.
His free hand collared my throat and squeezed. The lack of oxygen made me gasp.
“I-I—” I struggled to form a coherent thought, my nervous system on overload.
“Tell me, or I won’t let you come,” he growled.
Those were the magic words, and breathlessly, I cried, “You! I’m yours!”
“Mine. All fucking mine.”
His claiming words set me over the top. My back bowed, and every muscle in my body grew taut as unending waves of ecstasy crashed over me so forcefully that, for a moment, I thought I might pass out.
Through fuzzy hearing, I was vaguely aware of someone screaming Matteo’s name on repeat, and my raw throat would suggest that someone was me.
This whole interaction had felt like an out-of-body experience, so it was only fitting that the release that came as a result would be otherworldly as well.
And through it all, I hadn’t stopped tugging on his cock so aggressively that it was a wonder I didn’t break it clean off.
With his hot breath fanning my neck, Matteo’s grunts grew deeper until the last one came out almost strangled. His dick pulsed against my palm a split second before cum shot wildly from the tip, the long jets of it splashing against my hip and my stomach until he was spent.
We clung to each other in the aftermath, panting and trembling.
It was Matteo who pulled away first, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin gently. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Cheeks heating as the fog began to clear and it sank in what we’d just done, I dropped my gaze.
His firm grip on my face tightened as he forced me to meet his eye. “Perfect,” he repeated with conviction.
I gave the tiniest of nods in agreement. If he believed that, who was I to argue?
The hand between my thighs shifted enough to have the metal barrel of the gun dislodging from my body, and I hissed. Yeah, that stung.
Matteo’s brow pinched in concern. “Did I hurt you?”
I almost laughed at how quickly he flipped from dark and dangerous to caring and considerate.
“A little tender, is all,” I explained.
“Summer—” His chest heaved on a sigh. “Sometimes I can be a little too rough, and—”
Cutting him off, I blurted, “I like it rough.”
Brown eyes blazed with renewed hunger. “That so?”
I chewed on the corner of my lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
He flashed me a sexy grin that would have melted my panties had I been wearing any. “Like I said, perfect.” There was a pause before he added, “And mine.” The arch of a single eyebrow dared me to disagree.
Had I been coerced into screaming those words with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm? Yes.
Did that make it any less true? No.
But there were so many other questions swirling in my brain, and I had no idea where we went from here.
Fortunately, Matteo’s hands on my body calmed my racing mind.
Scooping me into his arms, he carried me pantsless through the house until we reached my bedroom, and he stepped further inside to push through the door to the ensuite bathroom.
Never relinquishing his hold, he turned the tap on the massive clawfoot tub, testing the water before lowering us both inside.
With soothing caresses trailing over every inch of my skin, I couldn’t resist the call of sleep, and my eyes drifted shut.