Chapter 22 Jordan
JORDAN
As we pull away from the restaurant, Matei's hand rests on my leg, heavy and possessive, his thumb slowly going up and down, rubbing me.
I stare out the window at the city lights, but I don't see them. All I see is the knife. The blood pooling dark across white linen. The man's face twisted in agony.
And Matei, so calm and controlled.
My breath catches, and I shift slightly in my seat.
His thumb stills.
He noticed.
Heat floods my face, spreading down my neck and across my chest. I should be horrified, disgusted even by what I witnessed.
I mean, I just watched a man get stabbed through the hand, and all I can think about is how badly I want Matei's fingers to drift higher up my leg. It's like violence is an aphrodisiac, and I'm overdosing on it.
My thighs part, just a fraction, enough to know I'm a little wet.
His hand doesn't move, but his grip tightens slightly, his fingers pressing into my inner thigh.
I bite my lip, trying to steady my breathing.
The silence stretches between us, thick and electric. The kind of silence that feels like something is about to break, and I have a feeling it's going to be me.
I replay the scene again, and what's starting to captivate me the most is how Matei handled it. Not the knife part, just the fact that he didn't hesitate. He just acted.
For me.
No one has ever done that. No one has ever stepped in front of me like that, like my safety was the only thing that mattered.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye.
His jaw is tight, his expression unreadable, but his hand on my thigh tells me everything.
He's mine.
Given the kind of man he is, I should be scared, but instead it settles deep in my chest, warm and certain.
His darkness is the only thing that can keep the world away.
I've spent years navigating men who took and took and took, who saw me as something disposable, something to use. I learned to survive by staying quiet, by making myself small in this crazy city.
But Matei doesn't ask me to shrink. He doesn't want me small.
He wants me his as I am.
And you know what? That doesn't feel like a cage. It feels like freedom.
Before I know it, the car slows as it pulls up to the gates of his mansion. They open, and we pull through, the house beautiful against the night sky.
The driver stops, and Matei says something to him in Romanian, and the man nods and doesn't move.
Matei opens his door, walks around, and opens mine. He extends his hand to me.
I take it, his palm warm and rough against mine, and he pulls me out of the car.
We walk toward the house in silence, his hand gripping mine.
We haven't spoken, but I feel like this is our deepest conversation we've ever had.
When we reach the hallway leading to our rooms, I slow.
Matei glances at me and slows his stride.
Neither of us wants to separate for the night. I can feel it. I know it.
I smile to myself, because what I felt earlier in the car was right. I'm the one going to break.
I reach out and grab his arm, stopping him.
He turns, his dark eyes searching my face.
"I don't want to sleep alone anymore," I say.
His expression shifts, and then he nods.
He effortlessly scoops me up into his arms, leads me past my room, and we continue down the hallway toward his room.
My heart hammers in my chest as we walk, the anticipation building with every step.
He pushes open the door, and we step inside.
His room smells like him, and I feel warm and comforted inside.
He closes the door behind us, sets me down, and locks the door.
I turn to face him, my pulse racing, my skin flushed.
This is it.
I know what I'm about to say will change everything, my entire existence, but I'm ready. I want it. I want him.
And I fucking deserve it.
I take a deep breath and alter my life.
"You said," I start and take a step backward toward his bed, slipping my dress off one shoulder, letting the fabric slide down my arm. "That for our first time, you wanted me in your bed."
"Yes," he says, his voice low.
He takes a step forward, his eyes darkening, filling with lust so intense it makes me tingle.
"And that you wanted to worship me," I continue, kicking off my heels. They clatter against the floor.
He licks his bottom lip slowly, just like he did when he watched me in the shower.
My stomach tightens.
"Well," I say, sliding my dress off my other shoulder and letting it fall to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
"Come show me what it's like to be your little fluture.
" I take another step back, the edge of the bed hitting the back of my knees, and I sit and scoot back onto his bed. "And to be owned by you."
Something snaps in Matei.
I see it in his eyes. His restraint breaks, and the darkness I've been dancing around finally consumes him.
He rips off his jacket, tossing it aside, and yanks his tie off.
He climbs onto the bed, and then he's on me.
His mouth crashes into mine, and it's not gentle. It's devouring.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into his mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming and tasting me.
I kiss him back just as hard, my hands fisting his shirt.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing across my jaw, down my neck, to the tops of my breasts. His breath is hot against my skin, and then he grabs the center of my bra and rips it off.
The clasp snaps, and it falls away.
I smile. That was hot.
His mouth finds my nipple, his tongue warm and wet as it wraps around it. He sucks hard, and I arch my back, a moan tearing from my throat.
Heat pools between my legs, slick and insistent.
He moves to the other nipple, his teeth grazing it before he sucks again, harder this time.
My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
He runs his tongue back up my neck, slow and deliberate, before capturing my mouth again.
"Tell me you belong to me," he demands against my lips, his voice ragged. "Tell me you want to stay."
I reach up and start undoing the buttons of his shirt, my fingers calm.
"That depends," I say, my voice breathless.
"On what?" he asks, his hands gripping my hips.
"Will you worship me every day?"
He nods, his eyes locked on mine. "Like you are the only religion on earth, baby."
My chest tightens, something warm and overwhelming spreading through me.
"Good," I say, opening his shirt and running my hands down his muscular chest, across the ink that decorates his skin. "Then I do belong to you, Matei." I lean forward and press a kiss to his pec. "And I plan on sleeping in this bed every night from now on."
He shrugs off his shirt, tossing it aside, and his hands find my hair. He grips it tight, tugging my head back, sending my vision up toward the ceiling.
His lips find my neck, kissing me gently this time. The mix of rough possession and gentle devotion is making the warmth between my legs intensify.
"Good girl," he says against my skin.
Then he kisses me lower.
His mouth moves down my body again, his tongue tracing a path across my collarbone, between my breasts. He's not missing an inch.
He lets go of my hair, and I look down at him and see his dark eyes molten as he takes my nipple into his mouth again, sucking gently.
I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders.
Then he moves down my stomach. I lie back as his hands slide down to hook into the waistband of my panties.
He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then he grips my hips and pulls me closer and lowers his head.
His mouth is on me before I can take another breath.
His tongue slides up and down my throbbing pussy, and I gasp.
He holds me steady, his grip firm on my hips, and then his tongue is inside me, thrusting in and out, tasting me, devouring me.
I moan, my head falling back, my hands tangling in his hair.
He licks me slowly, like he's savoring every drop.
Then he finds my clit, and I nearly scream.
His tongue circles it, flicks it, and then he sucks.
"I want you to come when my mouth's on you. Can you do that for me, baby?" he asks.
I nod, biting my lip. "You keep doing that, and I'll come a hundred times."
He smiles and turns his attention back to my sensitive area. I close my eyes, and I can picture his tongue on my clit, sliding down, pushing inside me, then back up.
It's a motion I never want to end.
I wrap my legs around his head, and he starts to go faster, spending more time on my clit now, building my orgasm.
I moan and grip his hair, feeling his head move under my hand.
In this moment, I must admit, I sure as hell feel worshiped.
He starts to go faster now, and I moan louder.
My toes start to go numb, and it works its way up my body. Fire and electricity clash in my body, and I feel myself getting ready to explode.
"Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop," I say, knowing he likes me to beg, but also because I don't fucking want him to.
The orgasm slams into me, sudden and overwhelming. I cry out, my entire body shaking.
He doesn't stop. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing every last tremor from me until I'm gasping for air.
"Oh my God!" I say out loud and start laughing. "That felt amazing."
"You taste like honey, Jordan," he says and kisses my inner thigh. I shake from being so sensitive around that area. "I want to eat you every day."
"Oh, you can, baby," I say, breathless.
Without warning, he sits up, grips me, and flips me over.
I let out an audible gasp as he does.
Then he's on top of me, kissing my neck, my shoulders.
I arch my back, feeling his hard cock against his pants. He doesn't move away this time.
He starts kissing and licking my back as his strong hands are all over me. The weight of him on me, pinning me down, makes me even more aroused.
He kisses me lower and lower, down my lower back and across my ass. He switches between his lips and his tongue, and not knowing which I'll get just heightens this experience.
I then feel his big hands grip my ass and spread me open. I gasp as his tongue circles my hole.