Chapter 20 Matteo
MATTEO
Sierra is fire in my arms. Needy. Responsive. When I slip my hand under her shirt and cup her breast, she arches into me like she’s been waiting her whole life for this exact touch.
My thumb grazes her nipple. Hard. Ready.
Christ.
Her hands are everywhere. Trailing over my arms, tracing my abs, then diving into my boxers without hesitation this time. When her fingers wrap around my cock, I break the kiss with a sharp breath.
“Fuck, Sierra.” I yank her shirt over her head and toss it into the darkness.
Then I push her onto her back.
She loses her grip on my cock as I move down her body, but that’s better. If she keeps touching me like that, I’ll finish before I’m even inside her.
I take her nipple into my mouth. She moans. I suck harder, pinch the other one between my fingers, and she writhes beneath me.
My girl isn’t shy. She tells me exactly what she likes with every sound, every shift of her hips.
My girl.
The thought should scare me. It doesn’t.
My hands tighten on her. Instinct. Possession.
I move to her other breast, take my time. She tastes like salt and something sweeter, something that wrecks me quietly.
“Please, Matteo.” Her voice is breathless. Desperate. “Take me. I need to feel you inside me.”
How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that?
I wanted to taste her. Wanted to bury my face between her thighs and make her scream. But my cock is so hard it hurts, and when a woman like Sierra begs you to take her, you don’t make her wait.
Next time.
I rise to my feet, shove my boxers off. My cock is already leaking. I drag my thumb over the head, slick with need, and hear her moving on the bed, fabric rustling as she strips the rest of the way.
Then reality slams into me.
“Goddamn it.”
“What?”
“I don’t have condoms.” It’s been a while. The last time I got laid, I used my last one and never bothered to restock.
Fuck.
I’m so hot for her that stopping now might actually kill me. But I will, if she wants. Silence stretches between us. I can feel every heartbeat in my cock.
“I’m on birth control,” she says quietly.
Everything in me goes still.
“Are you saying—”
“I got tested after Viktor. Just in case. We always used condoms, but I didn’t trust him to stay faithful.” Her voice is steady, but I hear the vulnerability underneath. “I’m all clear.”
Something primal roars to life in my chest. She’s offering me something Viktor never had.
“I got tested recently too, so I’m all good.” I climb back onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. Then I grip her hips and pull her up into my lap, urging her legs around my waist.
Her hips roll against me. I feel her wetness, hot and slick against my cock, and nearly lose it right there.
“Sierra.” My voice is rough. “I need your words.”
“Yes.” She gasps when I grip her hips. “Do it. Fuck me.”
I reach between us and grip my cock, lining myself up at her entrance. Sierra tightens her legs around me and slowly lowers herself onto me.
“Oh God.” She stops halfway, her body trembling. “You’re so big. I can’t...”
But she doesn’t stop. She keeps going, taking me inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. She cries out. I bury my face in her neck, struggling for control.
Then she starts to move.
Up until just the tip remains. Down hard. We both make raw sounds of pleasure.
Sierra braces her hands on my shoulders and rides me rough. Slow at first, then faster. Pleasure buzzes through every nerve. I lose sense of everything but this woman, this moment. She’s my entire universe.
“Fuck.” I toss my head back. “You feel so good, baby. This tight pussy is killing me.”
“Matteo.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Then come for me.” I grip her ass and pull her down harder. “Come all over my cock, Sierra. I want to feel it.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her muscles flutter around me. “I’m coming, Matteo. Oh God—”
Her nails bite into my skin. The pain pushes me over the edge.
We come together. An explosion of everything we’ve been holding back. She shudders in my arms, clinging to me as she comes down.
For the first time in my life, I feel connected to someone.
Really connected.
Sierra kisses my cheek, sleepy and soft. She’s asleep within seconds.
I wrap my arm around her, but sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t shut off.
This was supposed to be about Viktor. About revenge. About using her to get to my enemy.
Somewhere along the way, I caught feelings.
Sierra’s sunshine and warmth and everything bright in this fucked-up world. I’m violence and blood and darkness. I’ve done bad things. I’ll do more.
I could ruin her.
No matter how I feel, she deserves better than me.
I tell myself that over and over until the words lose all meaning.
But my arm stays wrapped around her anyway.