31. Arianna
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
ARIANNA
“ I want to wear that dress.” Hannah tugged on the yellow gown while Gianna held on to it with firm fingers. “It’s my day.”
“Said who, bitch?” Gianna hissed. “It’s mine and it won’t fit you. Besides, it looks so much better on me. Yellow washes you out.”
“Hannah, let Gianna have it. There is another dress.”
Despite Hannah and I being identical twins, we didn’t always see eye to eye. This was one of those moments. Nonetheless, whenever we were together, I felt at peace.
“No, it washes you out, Gianna, not me,” Hannah argued back, although she knew full well it wasn’t true. With her complexion, Gianna looked good in almost every color. “Arianna, tell her.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I stared at my sisters fighting over a dress that didn’t belong to either one of them. It was one of Mom’s.
“Pick a side, Arianna,” Gianna demanded, yanking on it.
Before I could even open my mouth, a loud shredding noise filled the space, followed by a loud gasp and an immediate screech.
Gianna was quick and immediately let go of the dress.
“What’s happening here?” Mom’s voice pierced the air, her eyes traveling over the remains of the yellow dress my twin was still clutching. “And what happened to my dress?”
Hannah immediately dropped it. “Gianna said it’s hers.”
“Did not.”
“Did so.”
Mom’s gaze flitted to me, and I shrugged. “It’s ripped now, so no use arguing over it.”
“I was going to wear it tonight.” Gianna glared at Hannah, clearly pissed off. “I don’t know why you always have to be the center of attention.”
“Please,” Hannah huffed. “There’s only a closet full of your clothes here.”
She was right. Since we visited so frequently, Mrs. Vitale kept a room stocked with a full wardrobe for us. Although I doubted it had party dresses.
“Can’t we have an uneventful party for once?” Mom said softly, almost pleadingly.
My sisters and I shared a glance, then exhaled a long breath.
“Of course, Mom,” Hannah answered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll just wear my Elie Saab.”
“And I won’t wear one at all,” Gianna retorted dryly. “Since this one is ripped and all.”
“I’m sure Francesca has?—”
“I brought two,” I told Gianna. “Pick one, and I’ll wear the other.”
Her eyes lit up. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and walked over to the chaise lounge, leaving the girls to it. I glanced at my mom’s soft smiling face. “All better, Mom?”
She tilted her head. “What would I do without you?”
“Survive just fine,” I said, grinning. “And probably have a wrinkle or two less.”
“You’re happy,” she pointed out. “I almost expected you’d be grumpy.”
“The short time at Yale was good, but St. Jean D’Arc’s even better, especially now with the planetarium.”
Mom brightened, clapping her hands. “I’m so glad you’re using it. Matteo and I put so much thought into it.” My cheeks heated at the memory of exactly how I’d been using the planetarium. “So you love it?”
I cleared my throat, then hugged her. “I adore it, Mom. Thank you so much.”
“Excellent.” She kissed my forehead. “I’m going to check on Grace. It’s the first party she’s hosting since?—”
I nodded in understanding.
Matteo’s aunt Ella had been gone for a while now, but she and Mrs. Vitale were very close and usually hosted parties together. Today had to be hard for her.
“I know, Mom. Go ahead, I got this handled.”
She patted my cheek affectionately. “I love you all so much.”
“Love you too, Mom,” Gianna yelled across the room, hopping into my strapless green dress.
“Yes, love you too, Mom,” I echoed.
“Hopefully that one loves me too,” Mom murmured, shaking her head as Hannah snatched my other dress. It would seem I’d have to go beg Francesca for a spare.
“She does,” I assured her.
After one more glance at my sisters, Mom slipped out of the room.
I heard my phone ping with a text as I sunk into the velvet cushion.
Matteo: Have a gift for you. Come to my room.
I smiled and my fingers flew across the screen as I typed.
Me: Are you trying to corner me and take advantage of me?
Me: Oh wait, you just did that.
Matteo: Can’t get enough of you. Need my on your and my in your .
Me: Even your texts are filthy.
Matteo: Meet me in my room and I’ll show you how much better it can be in person.
Me: Be there in five minutes. Better deliver.
Matteo: Cross my heart and hope to die. Now get over here. Want your smothering my face.
My breathing hitched and I started to fan myself, that familiar throbbing ache between my legs. It didn’t matter that we’d just hooked up under the stairs, I still craved him. At this rate, I was going to become insatiable for him.
“You okay?” Gianna glanced over at me, her eyes narrowing on my flushed cheeks.
“Yes, of course. I’ll be right back, just going to… Hmmm… Yeah… I’ll be right back.”
I left the room and made my way down the hall to Matteo’s bedroom. Before I could knock, the door opened and he pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me and pressing me against it.
“Took you long enough,” he rasped, his mouth on my neck.
“Had a dress emergency,” I murmured, shifting my head to the side to allow him better access and pushing my fingers through his hair.
“Ah, speaking of a dress,” he murmured, skimming his mouth all over my neck. “I have a gift for you.”
“Why do you think I’m here?”
He pulled back, smiling. “So enthusiastic…” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “And that smile. One day, it will be all for me.”
I smacked him playfully on his forearm. “I’m already excited when I see you. Don’t be greedy. Gimme my gift?—”
“At least I’ll know what to do when you’re mad at me,” he said with a laugh, then pulled me toward the box sitting on the bed. I frowned, following him to the bed where a red velvet box sat with a gold label marked Valentino .
My eyes were locked on the box as I carefully lifted the lid and pulled back the layers of tissue paper. I gasped when I saw the pool of deep red silk.
“Oh my gosh, Matteo,” I breathed, holding the delicate material against my body.
He chuckled, but I could tell he was pleased.
I twirled around like a ballerina, then stopped in front of him and kissed him on the lips. “I got you matching shoes too. Does that earn me another kiss?”
I squealed, then kissed him again. “Yes. A million kisses. Are they also Valentino?”
“No, something from the latest Louboutin collection.” My eyes widened, but it was impossible to keep the grin from my face. I was already kicking off my shoes and pulling the straps of my summer dress off my shoulders, and suddenly I was glad I hadn’t had time to change yet.
Matteo’s heated gaze locked on my lacy bra, sending a thrill down my body. We just hooked up, yet every time he looked at me it felt like it was the first time.
“You’re just going to watch me or…” I smiled seductively.
“I could watch you all day, baby. You make me want to be a painter, a sculptor… someone that could immortalize you for all eternity.”
My voice came out throaty when I said, “We can always find a painter that could?—”
He didn’t let me finish that thought. “Over my dead body.”
He reached out his hand, lightly tracing his finger over the lacy material. He pulled the cups of my bra down and gently twisted my hardened peaks. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I pushed into his touch, demanding more, but he pretended not to notice.
He pulled his hand back, and I missed his touch like stars missed the night.
“I can’t believe I have to share you tonight.” There was a hoarseness to his voice, and I couldn’t keep a smile off my face.
Matteo Vitale was jealous.
I laid the precious material back in the box before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. He bent his head, pressing his lips to mine into a long, searing kiss.
Until a knock sounded on the door and I startled, stumbling away from him. He let me, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it.
“Matteo, guests are starting to arrive.” It was his mother, and my eyes widened at the thought of being found. “Are you ready?”
Don’t let her see us , I mouthed, panicking.
I watched in horror as the door handle lowered but didn’t budge.
A relieved breath swooshed out of my lungs.
Thank God Matteo had the foresight to lock it.
“Not yet. Give me five minutes.”
Silence stretched seemingly forever.
“Okay, don’t be long.”
I released another heavy breath as her footsteps faded down the hall.
“I’ll tell Hannah soon,” I said, closing my eyes to avoid the look I knew I’d find on his face.
I reached for the straps of my summer dress, but his next words had me pausing. “No, not yet.”
My eyes darted to the door, then back to him. “We could get caught.”
He chuckled. “We’re adults. Besides, I want to return the favor and show my appreciation for our earlier… encounter.”
I rolled my eyes. “Very diplomatic choice of words.”
He grinned. “Fine, have it your way. I can’t stop thinking how beautiful you looked on your knees, my cock sliding between your lips.”
My cheeks burned. “Okay, I get the point.”
“You’re sexy as fuck like that. I think I’m going to fuck your brains out so you can feel me for the rest of the night.”
Heat rose up my neck, and every sensible part of me was urging me to take my gown and run, but I had to agree. The doors were locked. My body throbbed, demanding the pleasure Matteo’s words and looks promised. What could possibly go wrong?
I only hesitated for a heartbeat, glancing at the fancy dress sprawled on the bed. “Not on the bed. I don’t want to ruin your gift.”
He grinned. “The only thing I plan on ruining is your pussy with my mouth. Now. Come. Here.”
My arms banded around his neck. “So where are we going to do this?”
His lips met mine and he cupped my ass and lifted me against him, carrying me over to the desk facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. From behind the sheer drapes, we could see a few early guests already mingling.
Their voices and music muffled, I shook my head.
“Wait,” I said, pulling back from him. “Not here. Someone might see us.”
He smiled, trailing his finger against my lips, dipping it inside to brush against my tongue. “Let them.”
“Oh my God …” I tried to push him away, but he held me still, sliding his hand between my legs. “Are you trying to get caught?”
He smiled, then sat in the chair. “If you sit on my face, nobody will see who’s eating you out.”
“But—”
“One way or the other, I’m going to have your pussy, Ari. Pick a position.”
My cheeks burned, but the arousal that soaked my panties was unmistakable.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He grinned like a wolf circling its prey. “What have I said before, Ari?”
I blew out an exasperated breath, every inch of my body blushing at this point, probably matching the color of the dress he’d just gifted me. “To use my words.”
“So tell me what you want.”
“My pussy on your face,” I murmured.
“Good girl.”
“You really have to stop saying that,” I grumbled as he ripped my panties and pushed up my dress.
“Why? You are my good girl, and you make me so fucking hard when you listen.” Rendering me speechless, my mouth parted as he spread my legs wide open, my glistening juices dripping on his mahogany surface. “Your pussy likes my claim, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and he lowered down his chair.
“Words, Ari,” he purred, pressing kisses against my inner thigh. “I want to hear you say it. I love to hear you screaming my name, so please, indulge me.”
I groaned, suddenly overheated. “Yes, my pussy likes everything about you. Now please, Matteo, kiss me already.”
He chuckled, keeping his eyes on me.
“Kiss you where?” His mouth inched closer to my pussy, then before reaching it, he diverted back lower. “Here?”
“No, wrong way.” I scooted closer.
He shifted directions to the outside of my thigh. “Here?”
“Stop torturing me.” I dug my nails into his sculpted arms. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said. “Now sit on my face.”
He gripped my hips and pulled me forward, helping me into position.
Without another word, he cupped my ass and held me still as he lost himself in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck …” I bucked against his mouth and ground myself against his stubbled face as his tongue toyed with my lips.
He sucked my clit in and out of his mouth, slowly driving me out of my mind.
Shutting my eyes, I tossed my head back as he kept up his relentless rhythm. The pressure built and the sounds drifting from outside faded. I couldn’t focus on anything but him and his mouth between my thighs, the feel of his tongue controlling my pleasure.
“Wait… Oh… Fuck…” I tried to hold on just a little longer. “Matteo…”
He groaned and slapped my ass.
“Oh… Oh…” My orgasm crashed into me, fast and hard, and I convulsed like never before.
Gently caressing my sides, he set me down on my feet next to the chair. I tugged at his belt, needing more of him, and he made a rough sound in his throat. In one swift move, he threw it on the hardwood and the sound of his zipper followed, sending a thrill down my spine.
Our lips inches apart, he thrust inside of me, deep. So deep that I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
“Who owns you?” he growled.
“You,” I breathed. “Just you.”
A rumble of satisfaction sounded in his throat as he claimed every inch of me for himself. His hand came to my nape, tilting my head so he rested his forehead against mine, and we both watched him work in and out.
“You’re mine to fuck,” he murmured, moving inside of me. “Every orgasm belongs to me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging this madness. He bent his head, taking a sensitive nipple between his teeth. “Every hole belongs to me.”
He bit it—hard—then laved at it, easing the sting.
“Who do your holes belong to, Ari?” He growled, pulling my hair until my head was tilted up and staring at his burning gaze. Every thrust knocked a breath out of me, the obscene noise of flesh hitting flesh bouncing against the walls. “Who does your pussy love?”
“You. Only you,” I moaned, his dirty words doing unspeakable things to me. “Oh my… Yes… I’m going to…”
I gripped his biceps, and with a strangled moan, I felt myself slipping off the edge once more.
“Not yet.” I couldn’t help but cry out in frustration as he filled me completely with every thrust. He pulled my hair hard. “You’ll come when I say.”
All I could do was moan as he fucked me relentlessly, his pelvis grinding against mine. I was nothing but a burning flame and pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he muttered in my ear.
“Please… Please…” He covered my mouth with his palm, his other hand fisted in my hair. “I need to…”
The orgasm that washed over me was so violent it made my teeth chatter. Somewhere in my overwhelmed mind, I knew living without this—and Matteo—would be impossible.
When I finally came down, it was to Matteo still deep inside of me and the look of pure domination on his face.
“You came without my permission,” he growled.
“Yes.” I shivered. “Sorry.”
But I wasn’t sorry.
He smiled, pressing his mouth against mine, sliding and licking and biting. The kiss was wet and messy and rough. Heat blossomed in the pit of my stomach, my throbbing pussy clenching around his length as he started moving, thrusting inside of me with an intimacy that brought tears to my eyes.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, Ari? What’s that now, three? Four?”
I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed at how insatiable I was for him when he whispered such dirty words against my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Now come for me, baby,” he rasped, finding my clit with his rough fingers.
Another thrust had my inner muscles clenching around his length until he found his release, spilling inside me.
Our gazes locked and our bodies entwined, I held on to him like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.