46. Arianna
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
ARIANNA
T his was wrong. I knew it, and he must have known it too.
But it was the last time he’d be mine. We’d share this last touch. Last kiss. And then… never again.
“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” he rasped, nudging his cock against my aching entrance. “Your greedy holes were all made for me. Only me.”
He thrust all the way in, eliciting a growl from him and a deep moan from me.
“Ahhh… Fuck…”
“Look at me, baby.”
I twisted my head to the side, meeting Matteo’s hooded eyes.
Stop this , my mind warned. He’s your sister’s fiancé.
As if he could read my thoughts, he grabbed my hips and drove forward with shallow thrusts—a pace that didn’t last long as he went feral , his hips jerking, fucking me harder and deeper. Almost as if he wanted to punish me for rejecting him. For avoiding him. For… not loving him.
But I did love him.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop. I loved him so fucking much it fractured something in me. Every day that passed I wanted to talk to him. Touch him.
He pulled out only to pause with the tip of his crown at my clenching entrance, then drove all the way in with a grunt. My head fell forward, my forehead pressing against the fogged-up window.
His hands moved everywhere—down my spine, gripping my hips, slapping my ass, nipping my neck. Matteo marked my skin, and that movement alone almost sent me to another galaxy.
He tightened his hand in my hair, pressing the rough words against my ear. “That’s it. Feel me fucking you? I never want you to forget.”
“Harder,” I hissed, seeing stars behind my eyelids, feeling as though the moon was watching us. With envy? With disapproval? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I’d die if Matteo stopped.
Keeping one hand on my hip, he reached over and pulled my head by a fistful of my hair. “Eyes on me when I fuck you.”
My fingers splayed on the foggy window, he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he drove into me without mercy, taking everything and leaving behind nothing but wreckage.
“Oh, God, oh, God.”
“You feel so… fucking good… Fuck…” he grunted, voice hoarse against my mouth as he reached around and rubbed my clit.
I cried out, my mind blanking except for the sensation of his hot skin against mine.
“Come with me, baby.” The demand drew a long moan from me. “Now.”
I climaxed, and with a punishing last thrust, he shuddered, twitching inside me.
He softly nipped my neck, murmuring words I couldn’t quite hear over the ringing in my ears and our heavy breaths.
Matteo pulled out of me, whatever he said ending in a growl as my skin flushed and my lips parted, his cum running down my thighs.
Then, to my shock, he kneeled down, his fingers finding the wetness and pushing it back inside me.
“What are you doing?”
His growl vibrated against my throbbing core. “Cleaning up my girl.”
He didn’t stop there, spreading my legs open and licking my back hole. He wedged himself between my legs and licked my throbbing pussy, using his tongue to push it back inside me.
“Oh… Ahhh… Matteo…” I released a long moan, my bare breasts pressing against the cool window that did nothing for my heated skin. I was burning up from the inside.
I tried to wiggle away, but his grip on my hips kept me in place. “Stay still, baby.”
By the time he’d licked every drop of our mess clean, my entire body was shuddering and a sheen of sweat covered my skin.
I stared down at the dark head wedged between my legs through a pleasure-filled daze, rocking my hips shamelessly against his face. The position was awkward at best, but I was too far gone to care.
He licked me from entrance to clit, his growl vibrating against me, then thrust his tongue inside me. In and out. In and out. I moved my hips against his face with the desperation of an addict.
My trembling legs gave out, but he caught me before I could collapse, his tongue never ending its thrusting, stroking, sucking, licking.
I cried out, squirming against his firm hold, while sparks burned hotter, igniting every inch of my body. Another orgasm was imminent as the pressure built and built, then finally erupted.
My head fell back, staring at the wide-open sky as I struggled to catch my breath.
Fatigue and a strange kind of peace pulled on my muscles and mind.
But then reality set in and the lust withered from my mind as I blinked a few times, shifting away from him.
Matteo got to his feet, my arousal still glistening on his face, and he didn’t even bother wiping his mouth.
“Here, put this on.” He placed his suit jacket over my shoulders, then turned me around so I could face him. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher, and something about it set me on edge.
“Hands,” he instructed, tension rolling off him. Wordlessly, I pushed my hands through the sleeves and wrapped the material tightly around me.
He stood and dressed himself, facing away from me, seeming distracted as he studied the entrance of the planetarium. All the while, my guilty conscience blared.
How could you betray your sister like that? He knows what we did was wrong too .
An anguished, familiar voice halted all my thoughts. “What the fuck is this?”
Hannah stood at the door, wearing her favorite Dior pajama set and fluffy slippers, glowering at the scene that was louder than a thousand words. And I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was staring at our destruction—my sister’s and mine.
“Arianna? I’m waiting for an explanation,” Hannah screamed while it felt like my world was burning down.
“Hannah, please—” My voice was brittle, cracking with each syllable.
My sister shook, the betrayal in her eyes gutting me in the worst way possible.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Her scream pierced the air, and foolishly, I glanced at Matteo, who looked unfazed.
Tears escaped my eyes, but they didn’t have anything on the cutting hurt on my sister’s face. My world was falling apart while I stared at the two people I loved most through blurry vision.
“Hannah, it’s not—” That simple. Let me explain. I should have told you. Please forgive me.
The words lingered on my tongue, but my voice failed me.
“What does it look like?” Matteo cut in, his voice cold, his lips curved into a cruel smirk. The ruthlessness dripped from his every pore, not even his bare chest and six-pack abs could hide it.
Hannah shook her head, hiccupping as tears streamed down her face.
“It smells like sex in here.” It wasn’t until now that I spotted Nikola leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his bare chest. He glanced at me, then Matteo, and winked.
He. Fucking. Winked.
“How could you?” Hannah’s voice turned vicious, the expression on her face turning furious as she looked at Matteo. “You had to bang my own fucking sister to get your point across?”
She looked at me with her fists balled at her side, her face flushed and her cheeks tear-streaked. But it was the look in her eyes that sent panic through me.
“I swear to fuck, Arianna, I’m going to kill you if I ever see you again. Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.”
I gasped, my heart shattering as a raw ache squeezed my chest, making it impossible to breathe.
“Don’t ever fucking threaten her again, Hannah,” Matteo seethed, his voice harsh, but the look in his eyes lethal. “I warned you that I never wanted you, but you refused to let go.”
“You never told me it was about my sister,” she screamed, glaring at him and me. “My other fucking half.”
My cries and those of my sister filled the space as we locked eyes, and all I could see was the betrayal on her face. I did that. I hurt her.
And then she disappeared, leaving me choking on a sob from a pain so deep I was sure I’d never survive it.
“What the fuck, Nikola?” Matteo glared at his best friend. “I said wait for my signal.”
He shrugged. “I was tired of waiting.”
He turned around and walked out, leaving me reeling as understanding dawned on me.
He staged it all. He meant for Hannah to catch us.
My gaze fell to the discarded holster on the ground and I reached for it, whirling around and facing Matteo, letting my anger and fury consume me.