Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
MATTEO
I hope Wren doesn’t notice the hole I punched in the wall in my office when Rob sent a video of Wren basically rubbing her tits all up on a piece of shit at the bar. I know she was trying to get back at me for earlier in my office when I told her I caught her in the shower. She accomplished her goal because I fucking lost it. All I could think about in that moment was punching the fucker’s face in.
And then, for her to deny that she’s not mine in front of Cain after I had my fingers buried in her cunt that was dripping for me only minutes before almost sent me over the edge. My tesoro has been a very bad girl.
“Was that really necessary back there?” Wren asks, breaking the tense silence that has settled in the car.
“Was that really necessary?” I repeat, my hand on the top of the steering wheel tightening. My tone sounds scary, even to me .
“God!” She throws her hands up in the air as she slams back into the seat. “Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall!”
“I’m like talking to a brick wall?” I’m really trying to keep control here, but it’s slipping as my voice rises. “Have you met yourself? You’re the most infuriating person I have ever met. God fucking forbid you do one thing that I tell you to do!”
“Newsflash, buddy—you’re not my man or my dad. So you and your bossy fucking attitude can shove it,” Wren hisses out.
“Tell me I’m not your man one more time, Wren,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “I fucking dare you.” My hand darts out and cups her between her thighs. “You feel that heat?” I growl, knowing she’s soaking wet. “I caused that heat. Didn’t I?” I pause, waiting for her confirmation. Her glare tells me she hates me, but her flushed cheeks and rising chest tell a different story. I push my fingers harder into the denim, finding where her clit would be, applying pressure. “Answer me, Wren.”
“Yes,” she rushes out, hips rising up slightly, getting stopped by the seat belt.
“Good girl,” I rumble, not letting up the rest of the ride home.
Throwing the car in park, I turn the engine off. “Get the fuck inside my office. Now.” Wren narrows her eyes at me, opening her mouth to what I can only assume is to throw some attitude, but I cut her off. “Don’t. I’m barely hanging on here, baby. I don’t think you want to make this worse.”
“Make what worse?” she exclaims, eyes wild. “How can this possibly get any worse?”
I let out a scary chuckle. “Get the fuck inside.”
Opening my door, I step out, waiting for Wren to do the same. This woman isn’t leaving my fucking sight for the foreseeable future .
She huffs as she slams her door shut, heading to the front door without a backward glance. I wait a couple of moments before I follow in after her, needing the time to get a lock on it. Part of me is curious about which choice she will make. My office, or will she ignore me and go to the bedroom?
Wren doesn’t even look at my office as she passes, heading straight for the stairs.
Bad girl, tesoro .
A growl works its way out of my chest. Before my mind catches up with my body, I’m already stalking off after her. I catch up with her just as she reaches the top of the stairs. Gripping her waist from behind firmly, I spin her so she’s facing me.
“What the—” Wren gasps out as I squat down, grab her behind the knees, and throw her over my shoulders before heading back down the steps. “Put me down!”
“Keep pounding those fists into my back, tesoro . It only turns me on.”
“You can’t just manhandle me, Matteo!”
“Wrong,” I say, setting her on her feet, spinning her around again so she’s facing the desk before she has the chance to get her bearings, and bending her over my desk. “Do you know why yet?” I ask, laying over her back so my chest is flush with it, grabbing each of her hands in my own, slamming them down on the desk above her, caging her in. I lean in a little bit more until my mouth is centimeters from her ear. “I’ll give you a hint.” I breathe out, freeing up one hand by grabbing both of hers with one of mine. My free hand trails down her body until I’m cupping her hot pussy through her jeans.
“Because it’s yours.” Her whisper is barely audible.
Not good enough, tesoro .
“What was that?” I ask as I pluck open the button on her jeans and slide the zipper down .
“Because it’s yours,” she says a little bit louder and a little bit more breathy.
“That’s right,” I purr in her ear. My thumb lightly trails around her waistband, pulling her pants and thong down her hips slightly. I keep going until she’s able to kick off her pants, squirming with desire. “You were naughty today, Wren.”
“I—I didn’t mean to be,” Wren stutters. My fingers find her clit, rubbing roughly before sliding into her wet, slick folds. She’s ready.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl as I slam two fingers into her tight cunt without warning.
“Fuck,” Wren cries out, back arching, pushing her ass right into my throbbing cock. I groan at the contact as my fingers set a furious pace in and out, in and out. Her walls clench my fingers as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
Her moans are getting louder and louder, making me glad I cleared the house tonight because I would hate to have to kill one of my men for hearing something that’s only meant for my ears.
“Fight it.” My voice is tight as I feel her walls start to flutter around my fingers. All I can think about is having that feeling on my cock. The first time I make Wren come sure as hell will not be on my fingers. “Stop,” I grit out as my fingers stop moving when I feel her cunt flutter again.
“Don’t stop,” Wren cries, trying to rock her hips but failing miserably since I have her pinned between my desk and my cock.
“Then you should be a good girl and fucking listen,” I nip at her ear as I unzip my pants and take my throbbing cock out. The need to take her for the first time is outweighing my want to punish her juicy ass that’s currently on display. “Spread.” I slap the inside of her thigh just hard enough for it to sting .
I run my cock through her slit, coating it in her juices before lining it up right at her entrance, her pussy already greedily trying to suck me in. Wren only has enough time to let out a gasp at the feeling before I slam to the hilt without warning.
“Oh, god ,” Wren cries out as her orgasm slams into her, walls clenching my throbbing cock in a vice grip.
“That’s right, tesoro . My ma named me Matteo for a fucking reason,” I growl as I fuck her through her orgasm. “You know what Matteo means?”
Wren throws her head back and moans loudly as I angle myself just right so I’m hitting that sweet spot every single fucking time. My hand winds in her thick, black hair that’s been making my dick hard from the moment I saw her, giving it a hard tug.
“It means gift of God,” I grit out between thrusts. The way her tight cunt is taking me is almost enough to push me over the edge. I hear her breathing start to come in short, high-pitched gasps, letting me know she’s close. “You going to come all over my cock again, baby?”
“I-I can’t,” Wren stutters out, too caught up in the moment to realize that she’s right there. “It’s too much.”
“You can,” I rumble as I reach one hand down to play with her clit. My fingers are quick to match the pace I’ve set with my cock, hard and fast. It only takes a few more seconds before she’s screaming my name and clenching my cock so hard that I explode deep into her pussy, making me blackout for a second. “ Yeah , God owns you now.”
Wren whimpers as I slowly thrust in and out, her greedy pussy lightly spasming around my cock from the aftershocks.
“I know, baby,” I soothe, caressing her back. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I never fully took my pants off, so after zipping them up, I head into the adjoining bathroom to grab a cloth.
I’m not even gone thirty seconds, and by the time I walk back into my office, she’s gone. Tossing the damp cloth on my desk, I let out a long sigh.
I hope I didn’t just fuck up the progress I’ve made with her.