Chapter Twenty-Seven
Erin
Matteo hauls me toward a dim hallway, his grasp on my wrist like a steel band. My skin burns where his fingers dig in and his fury is so palpable I barely dare to breathe, let alone fight him.
“Matteo…wait,” I plead, my voice trembling.
He doesn’t slow, doesn’t even glance my way.
His silence is more terrifying than any shouted threat.
Then I see that he is dragging me toward a black door at the end of the corridor.
Without hesitation, he lifts his hand, and that’s when I see it—a jet-black band that gleams on his finger with a sinister glint.
He swipes it over the scanner, and the reader flashes green.
The lock disengages with a hiss, and before I can react, he pushes the heavy door open and shoves me inside. He follows, closing it behind him with a solid click that sounds like terrifying finality.
I am trapped…with him.
I look around frantically. The room is dimly lit, but I can see that there are no openings except for a door at the far end.
It stands slightly ajar, revealing the shine of polished marble and gold fixtures from what looks like a bathroom.
The room itself is opulent, all red and black, the low lighting creating an intimate atmosphere.
There is a sitting corner with a dark brown leather sofa and armchairs around a low table.
What has my heart pounding wildly in my chest, though, is the massive circular bed in the center of the room.
The black silk catches and absorbs the light like a black hole and I feel my terror spiral further.
I turn to Matteo who is standing at the door, breathing hard, eyes fiery and predatory.
“Matteo, can we please talk?” I croak hoarsely.
He stalks closer and I take a step back.
“What are you doing in my club, little ghost?” His voice is a rough, low growl as if he is trying to contain his rage.
I take another step back, but my legs bump against the bed, and before I can sidestep it, he is on me. He curls his fingers around my upper arms in an unescapable grip and pulls me into him so hard that I stumble.
“Were you looking for company?” he seethes. “Someone to fuck you until you can’t walk?” His crude words are less jarring than the harsh tone of his voice.
“Matteo…” I try again, but there is no recognition in his eyes, only darkness as they burn into mine.
“Tell me, little ghost”—his voice drops to a dangerous whisper, each word searing my skin—“do you want to be fucked sore?”
My breath catches in my throat. I struggle to get free, but his grasp only intensifies. “Let me go, you’re—”
His mouth crashes onto mine in a hard kiss.
Taking advantage of my surprised gasp, he slides his tongue into my mouth, conquering, all-consuming.
I struggle harder but he is gripping my hair with one hand, tilting my head back, holding me in place in a death grip while he snakes his other arm around me and yanks me forward to crush me against him.
His kiss becomes brutal as his tongue and teeth clash over mine.
He pulls me deeper into him until I feel like he is going to consume me.
I push my hands against his hard chest, panic rising like a wave inside me.
This side of him terrifies me.
I manage to turn my face away, lips tingling from his brutal kiss, and gasp for air.
“Matteo, please…” My voice breaks. Yet he ignores my pleas.
I fight harder, but that only seems to drive him further into madness.
His grip tightens in my hair and he yanks my head back, hard.
Then his mouth descends on my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck.
There is nothing I can do to stop his onslaught.
I try anyway, I struggle and push against him, tears of fear starting to trail down my face.
But he is oblivious as he furiously sucks and nips the delicate skin of my neck with low, hungry growls.
Without warning, he pushes me back and I fall on the bed.
“Matteo, wait…” I sob, willing him to hear me, to listen. But his eyes are black pits, soulless and merciless.
I scramble backward, trying to escape from him.
Yet he is faster, he grabs my ankle and drags me back toward him.
Then I hear a tearing sound and my dress is gone, I am lying before him in my panties, exposed and helpless.
Before I can move, he is over me, crushing me with his weight and his ruthlessness.
His mouth is on mine again, ravaging and relentless.
I manage to lift a hand to his face and rake my nails over his cheek, leaving faint scratch marks.
He doesn’t even seem to register them, he merely collects my two wrists in one hand and holds my hands over my head, never breaking his cruel kiss.
All my senses are overloaded, and my struggling only pushes him on.
Then I feel his hand cup my pussy over my panties.
No . Not like this.
My heart is hammering so hard against my ribcage that I think I might faint.
He breaks the kiss and leans back, looking down at me.
And my eyes are caught in his unblinking gaze like I am prey and he is the wild beast ready to rip its throat out.
For what feels like a lifetime, our eyes are locked.
I am breathing hard. I know that I should tell him to stop, but I am paralyzed, unable to move or utter a single word.
Then he strikes.
His fingers curl around my throat, while he viciously tears my panties from me with his other hand.
It all happens so fast I don’t have time to register the movement.
What I feel, though, is his hot mouth and tongue trailing down my body, over my breast then down my stomach.
I writhe, trying to get away, to stop his progress toward down there .
He’s going to—
His tongue licks along my slit and I jump from the contact.
I cry out, tears blurring my vision from the contradicting and overwhelming sensations colliding through me.
He tightens his fingers around my throat, not enough to cut off my breath, but effectively restraining me.
His tongue is back on my pussy, and I writhe under him, trying to escape the sensory onslaught.
My mind is fractured, I feel myself spiral into an abyss.
All I can sense is him, his hands on me, his breath hot as his mouth devours me.
His raspy growls are drowned out by the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
Then he inserts a finger into me and something snaps.
I feel red-hot pleasure coil in my belly and I cry out.
“Oh God, I can’t…please…” I pant, not knowing what exactly I am begging for.
He is licking harder, his lips sucking and nipping on my clit while he curls his finger up inside me.
I feel myself slipping over the edge and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
He releases my throat and he circles both arms around my thighs, pinning me on the mattress, locking me against his mouth.
And I shatter.
My orgasm hits me so hard I scream in agony.
My body is wracked by convulsions and sobs, my mind splintered into a million pieces.
My hands are fisted into the sheets, my eyes are squeezed shut, and I am so light-headed that I see stars.
My breath comes out in loud gasps and I think I’ll pass out.
I don’t know how much time passes before I am able to breathe again.
Then I feel him move on the mattress. I open my eyes only to find his eyes on me, dark andunreadable.
He is holding me there with nothing but his stare and for a heartbeat I am unable to move.
Then he starts to unbutton his shirt and that snaps me out of my daze.
With a surge of desperation, I try to scramble away but his hands shoot out to stop me.
He drags my body under his and pins me to the mattress with his heavy thighs.
Then he continues unfastening the buttons, unhurried and predatory, his eyes on me the whole time.
Once he has removed his shirt, he bends down again and his mouth crashes back on mine in a merciless kiss.
I hear him working his belt and zipper and I freeze when I feel his hard cock between us.
He lifts himself up on his arm and grabs my thigh with the other hand to spread me wide.
He lines his cock at my entrance then he looks me in the eyes. I try one last time to reason with him.
“Matteo—”
He slams into me in one hard thrust.
I cry out from the sting of the intrusion, from the feel of him bottoming out.
“Fuck.” He groans and stills. “You feel like heaven.” With a low snarl he starts to snap his hips forward, pushing in and out in a hard, punishing rhythm.
“So wet.” He grunts. “So perfect.”
I am lost in the sensation, drowning in the scent of him, of his hard body plastered against mine, surrendering to his dominant thrusts.
His rhythm becomes frantic, he grabs my hips with both hands and drags me toward him with every plunge to push deeper, harder and I feel new pleasure building from the ashes of my last orgasm.
Matteo must sense it, his lips curl up into a cruel smile and he snarls. “Take it all like a good girl. Come for me.”
He thrusts harder. And deeper.
“That’s it, amore .”
Thrust.
“Just”—thrust—“like”—thrust—“this.”
He pounds into me in earnest, then he pushes his hand between us and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, pushing me over the edge.
I explode, shattering around him and he follows with a loud shout.
His cock pulses and I feel his cum shooting hot inside me.
My orgasm goes on and on, and I convulse under him, dimly aware of his hard body pressing me down.
When the last tremors eventually subside, the weight of what just happened crashes into my conscience. My mind is splintered, my brain too shocked to fully form any coherent thoughts and process what had happened. Hot tears trail down my temples to fall onto the mattress.
“Little ghost…” Matteo’s voice is low, quiet.
But I can’t face him right now, so I keep my eyes closed and turn my face away, letting the tears flow freely.
Matteo lies down beside me and gathers me in his arms. And I let him, because in this moment, feeling him against me is less frightening than being alone.