16. Matteo
Matteo
Summer’s alluring essence coated my tastebuds, and already, I was greedy for another taste. So much so that I found myself obscenely licking every last trace coating my face that I could reach with my tongue.
Already, the urge to make her come again consumed me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until we made it back to the estate.
My beautiful girl lay relaxed in the seat beside me, head dropped back, eyes closed, as her breathing finally regulated to a steady, even pattern. The city lights illuminated her creamy skin, flushed pink post-orgasm.
A surge of primal possession flooded my system. I did that. And I would do it again and again whenever and wherever I wanted. Because she was mine .
With the press of a button, the privacy screen moved into place, obscuring the backseat from our driver’s view. The only drawback was that it didn’t provide a sound barrier, and if the experience inside the club were any indication, Summer would be loud when she came.
I’d worry about that in the morning because tonight my focus was exclusively on her. The minute I saw her dressed up for a night out, I knew I couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. After a quick call to Enzo to keep an eye on the girls, I was hot on her heels, headed to Euphoria.
Once the clock struck midnight, I would say goodbye to the pain of the past. The new year would mark the beginning of a new era, one where Summer was front and center.
The object of my obsession gasped when my fingers trailed over her collarbone, teasing the skin there before dipping between the valley of her breasts and venturing lower until I gripped the hem of her dress and inched it high enough to expose her dark panties.
When the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils, I was like a damn shark getting a whiff of blood in the water. I was desperate to devour her, wanted to sink my teeth in until she thrashed beneath me, begging for mercy—mercy I likely wouldn’t grant with how keyed up I was.
Eyes snapping open, Summer tried to shimmy away from my touch, hissing, “Matteo, the driver.”
A husky chuckle vibrated through my chest as I jerked my chin toward the privacy screen.
When her gaze tracked mine, she let out a breathy, “Oh,” her lips forming a perfect circle, and damn if I couldn’t picture my cock slipping past those plush pink lips, driving deep enough to make her gag.
The mental image alone was enough to have me leaking. It would be a damn miracle if I didn’t come in my pants at this rate.
Keep it together, man. You’re thirty fucking years old, not some inexperienced teenager so eager to get his dick wet for the first time he blows in seconds.
That pep talk did nothing to cool the raging inferno simmering beneath my skin. And if it weren’t for these damn seat belts in the way, I’d be buried face-first in her pussy again, drowning in her juices.
Since unbuckling wasn’t an option—I refused to let history repeat itself—my fingers would have to do.
The pads of my fingertips ghosted over the soaked lace between her thighs, which she spread wider to grant me access.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I rasped, “Think you can keep quiet, dolcezza ?”
Her head thrashed from side to side.
“That’s a shame,” I cooed. “Because Tino up front? His life depends on it.”
“What?” Confusion colored her dazed reply.
I bit down on her earlobe, relishing the sound of her whimper. “I’ll be forced to kill any man, no matter how loyal they are to my family, who knows what it sounds like when you come. Your pleasure belongs exclusively to me .” That last word was practically growled.
Her harsh swallow could barely be heard over the roaring of blood in my ears.
I wasn’t kidding. I would put a bullet between Tino’s eyes if he caught even the tiniest hint of a moan from my girl.
Gripping her chin, I turned Summer’s face so she could see the hard look on mine to know I meant business. “Now, I’ll ask again. Think you can keep quiet?”
As a little test, the hand between her thighs put firm pressure against her panties-clad clit.
Blue eyes sparkled and darted toward the privacy screen before returning to meet mine. Lower lip trembling, she whispered, “No.”
At least she was honest.
Forced to improvise, so my innocent Summer wouldn’t have to live with Tino’s blood on her hands, I tugged the lace thong down her thighs.
Balling up the damp fabric, I first brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply, and groaning when the scent of her made my cock throb even more painfully behind my fly.
Then, I tapped her lips with my index finger.
“Open.”
Without hesitation, her lips parted, and I shoved her panties inside.
“This will only help so much,” I warned. “But I have faith that you’ll try your hardest so Tino makes it home to his wife and kids tonight.”
I watched as the gravity of the situation sank in—all that was at stake—and she nodded eagerly with wide eyes.
Stroking a hand over her head and down the length of her blonde curls, I murmured, “ Brava ragazza ,” calling her a good girl in Italian.
A full-body shiver rolled through Summer. I’d noticed early on how it affected her when I slipped into my native tongue, so I took care to pepper more of it into my daily usage just to watch the pulse quicken at the base of her throat.
Now unencumbered by a barrier, my hand dragged through her dripping slit. Immediately, her hips bucked, and the tiniest moan slipped out around the fabric stuffed into her mouth.
I pulled back with an arched eyebrow at the sound.
She clasped a palm over her mouth to help stifle any further noises. Even consumed by lust, her compassion for others shone through. She wanted to get off but was determined not to cause any collateral damage.
Confident her extra efforts were enough that her conscience would remain clear in the morning, I dove back between her thighs.
Gliding right through her slit, I bypassed the swollen little bud that I could use to have her coming in less than five minutes flat, and I teased her entrance before pushing two fingers deep inside.
I groaned against her neck when her silken walls gripped the digits so tightly I feared my cock might split her apart when it finally got its turn.
Then I remembered she told me how much she liked it rough, and the idea of destroying this cunt, making her cry out in both pain and pleasure, made me go feral.
The shift happened suddenly. In the blink of an eye, the gentle, teasing strokes against her sensitive flesh were replaced by the ruthless pounding of my fingers into her blistering heat.
Summer’s back arched, her throat working as screams that never reached the surface rolled up the delicate column. Her bare ass lifted off the seat, searching for more while simultaneously trying to retreat from the brutal assault.
I added a third finger, and my thrusts grew even more punishing. I wanted her to fucking shatter at my hand, to break apart into a thousand tiny shards that only I had the power to piece back together. She would be ruined for any other man because there would be no other man. Not after tonight.
“You’re mine,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, slamming into her so roughly her entire body jolted violently. “Don’t. You. Ever. Forget. It.”
Trembling thighs clamped around my wrist a split second before her pussy locked down on my fingers, her climax taking over. Sharp bursts of air flew past flared nostrils as she succumbed to the pleasure I provided, unable to escape it.
She was a fucking work of art when she came. Over time, I would amass a gallery’s worth of mental pictures of her falling apart—the memories belonging to me and me alone.
The SUV rolled to a stop, and I tapped on the partition three times, silently signaling to Tino that we needed a minute, so he didn’t open the door prematurely and ruin my girl’s efforts to spare his life. He knew to wait until I repeated the same cadence before leaving his seat.
With a thumb, I wiped away the mascara mixed with tears streaking down Summer’s cheeks. Prying her hand away from her mouth, I hooked a finger inside to remove her gag and shoved the scrap of lace into my back pocket.
My lips brushed her temple when I spoke. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
With her eyes glazed over, only a weak whimper came in reply.
I should let her rest—I’d put her through her paces enough for one night—but that beast inside me had broken free of its bonds. And it would only be satisfied once Summer and I became one and I marked her inside and out.
The devil was in the driver’s seat now.
Once she was sufficiently covered, I carried Summer’s limp body to the kitchen.
Sitting her on the counter, I turned to open the fridge and snagged the bottle of champagne I’d hand-selected from the wine cellar before venturing out for the evening.
It was a vintage I’d been saving for a special occasion, and tonight we’d use it when we rang in the new year and toasted to the future—a future I was very much looking forward to that would feature Summer at my side.
Chilled bottle in one hand, I offered the other to the breathtaking beauty perched atop the island.
I meant what I said earlier. When she was out of sight, my chest constricted, and my windpipe felt like it was closing up.
The minute she came into view, calm settled over my black soul, and everything in the world made sense.
If I were one to believe in such things, I might think she held magical powers.
Because there was no other way to explain how she’d walked into my life and instantly bewitched me, bewitched my daughters.
And you wouldn’t hear me complaining. I was more than happy to remain under her spell if it meant I got to keep her.