Chapter Twenty-One
Matteo
V alentina hits the mattress and bounces in a jumble of limbs. Once she settles, she lifts herself up on her forearms and stares dutifully up at me with those guarded hazel eyes that drive me fucking nuts.
“Bed, Valentina. Valentina, bed,” I say as my hands drop to the band of my trousers. Her eyes follow and turn hazy with lust when I unbutton and shove my slacks down my hips.
She licks her lips, but plays along. “Nice to meet y—”
Her words cut off with a shriek when I grab her ankle and yank her down the bed to me. I drop over her, caging her between my arms, and claim her lips with mine. That same wanton little moan falls from her mouth and into mine, shooting an arrow of lust straight to my throbbing cock.
She’s worse than a drug, more addictive and, if tonight is any indication, potentially more lethal. My typically racing thoughts quiet as my mouth moves greedily over hers, reveling in her intoxicating taste, near delirious at the knowledge that her lips have known no other man but me since we met.
There’s no rationalizing the possessiveness storming through me. She’s been mine this whole time.
It shouldn’t matter. I’m getting married soon.
The fact that it does matter should worry me.
But I can’t get myself to give a shit when she’s writhing beneath me, her hands clawing at my bare chest for more, her sexy little moans entirely for me . All those nights I spent laying awake, torturing myself with thoughts of how many other guys she’d let taste her cherry lipstick and the whole time she was being a good girl instead. Every nightmare I drew up for myself was just that. A nightmare. None of it was real and that makes me so fucking happy I fear the satisfaction might make my skin start to glow next.
When I pull away, I find a needy expression on Valentina’s face that echoes mine. She’s breathing heavily, her pupils so wide I might fall into them and drown.
“Show me,” I demand, voice deepened a couple of octaves by lust.
“What?” She makes a little frustrated noise and cups the back of my neck, trying to pull me back down.
My gaze drops to her chest. “Show me your tits, cara . I’m desperate for a taste.”
A shocked, breathy inhale catches between her lips. She clasps the zipper stitching both sides of her dress together and looks back up at me, her eyelashes fluttering.
“The best part of my day is coming to the club and discovering what outfit you’re going to try to tempt me to death with that night.” Valentina’s fingers tug at the zipper, pulling it down as she keeps her eyes pinned on my face while mine are fixed on the skin she slowly reveals. “I love it almost as much as I hate knowing a dozen other men are watching too, imagining you like I see you now.”
“Enzo doesn’t let me wear the more risqué options.”
“They’re all risqué. They all make me weak at the knees, desperate to touch you. To hide you from everybody else.”
“Would you prefer me in a nun costume?” The zipper moves excruciatingly slowly, teasing me with flashes of skin.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck a nun until now. New fantasy unlocked,” I rasp huskily. “Faster, cara , you’re killing me here.”
The zipper stops just beneath her navel, exposing a flat, toned stomach and miles of appetizing olive skin. My eyes catch on a brutal scar along the left side of her abdomen.
Horror pierces easily through the lust. My stomach hollows out as I stare at the jagged red slash. I can tell with one look that it isn’t from a surgery or some other kind of doctor’s intervention. It’s violent and angry. Someone attacked her. Someone hurt her. Someone tried to kill her.
My voice is a deadly whisper as I run a stiff finger over the healed scar. “Who did this to you?”
A veil falls over Valentina’s eyes. “ Pavona .”
My teeth snap together so violently, I’m surprised my jaw doesn’t shatter on impact. The questions pile higher and higher with every passing moment spent with her, but a promise is a promise. I told her I’d be patient and I will be.
That doesn’t mean I’ll forget.
Valentina’s fingers leave the zipper and dance up her bare flesh to her chest, distracting me away from her scar and up invitingly to her still covered breasts.
There, she grabs the panels of her dress in each hand, flicks her heated eyes back up to my face, and tugs them to the sides, revealing the two perfect mounds of her breasts, each capped with a dusky, taut nipple.
A frustrated groan rips from my throat.
“ Sei stupenda ,” I declare before lunging at her.
A surprised, breathy giggle leaves her as I dive between the two peaks, grabbing one in each hand and burying my face in her chest. She smells so fucking unbelievable, I inhale her deeply, dizzy off her scent, then turn my head and close my mouth around a taut nipple. She moans, a half demented sound that has a pleased rumble rolling up my chest.
I curl my tongue around the tight peak, sucking it into my mouth. She cries out in ecstacy, arching into me and rubbing her wet core against my lower stomach.
“ Fuck . You’re such a good girl for waiting for my cock.” I don’t just mean now. “Rub yourself against me just like that, cara . Show me how desperate you are for it.”
“Please,” she whines. “Please just fuck me.”
Closing my mouth back on her breast, I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Over and over and over until Valentina’s hands dig into my hair. My teeth graze over the taut nub and her teeth dig into her lower lip to keep from screaming.
“No.” I cup her other breast with my free hand, grabbing and tugging and massaging and tweaking her nipple. “I promised I’d fuck you sweet this time.”
I bite into the flesh of her breast at the same time as I pinch her nipple and she yelps.
“You call this sweet?” she gasps.
Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I roll it between my lips, scraping at the sensitive skin with my teeth. Valentina is nearly humping my lower stomach now, her unfettered need driving her to desperate lengths for more contact with me.
“As sweet as I can be,” I declare. “As sweet as you want me to be and you know it.”
I kiss down the length of her stomach. Her dress is still held together by the zipper just below her navel. When it resists my attempts to open it, I simply tear it clean off her.
“Matteo!” she exclaims.
“I’ll make it up to you in about fifteen seconds,” I purr, my lips continuing their journey down to the apex of her thighs. “Promise.”
I kiss her lace covered mound and scrape my tongue over the length of her slit.
Valentina mewls loudly in response.
“Your panties are glued to your pussy, you’re so fucking wet, cara . Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen and it’s not even close.”
With both hands I shove at her thighs, opening her legs up to me and giving me unrestricted access to her glistening pussy. Even beneath the thin fabric, I can see her bare mound, those puffy lips and that tight clit I’ve dreamed about.
Shoving my head between her legs, I rub my face directly against her pussy. I moan happily as I feel her juices start to cover my lips and nose, and I inhale deeply.
Valentina makes a scandalized sound like she can’t quite believe what I’m doing.
“This is exactly where I should have been for the last eighteen months, Valentina. Right here, buried between your thighs.” I growl. “Actually, no.”
With swift fingers, I rip her panties off her, curl both arms under and around her thighs, and flip over onto my back. She yelps as I take her with me, so that I’m lying on my back and she’s on her knees, her center hovering right over my face.
“ This is where I should have been. Deprived of oxygen and suffocating between your thighs as you ride my face and come on my tongue.” I tug at her thighs to bring her down on my face. “Come on now, we’ve got lost time to make up for.”
Valentina attempts to dive to the side. “No—”
I growl furiously and slap her ass. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I smack her again, my blows intended to punish. Her thighs quake and she stops trying to escape. “Sink that pussy on my face. There you go, cara , good girl,” I praise when she lets me pull her down until less than a centimeter separates us. “I’ll tap out if I need to breathe, so don’t you dare fucking move until I’m done.”
“Okay— oh .” I don’t bother teasing her. The second her pussy hits my face, my lips close around her clit and I suck it into my mouth. She shrieks. “Oh, god .”
Valentina’s hands clutch desperately at my hair, at first I think because she needs to hold onto something, but then she starts to use the leverage to ride my face with commendable enthusiasm. A satisfied groan rolls up my throat and slips between my lips. She jerks when she feels the vibrations hit her clit and a long, drawn out moan leaves her. I push her back down against my mouth and continue assaulting her with my tongue.
Within seconds, she’s a shaking, trembling mess. I keep my eyes fixed searingly on her face but she’s not looking at me. Her back is bowed, her eyes are closed, her features twisted in an expression caught somewhere between pleasure and agony, her hand in my hair and on the bed in an attempt to hold herself up as I feast on her. My tongue dives between her folds, finds her entrance and stabs through her opening.
A strangled yell leaves her lips. “Holy— Matteo!”
Her eyes fly open and clash with mine where my face is half obscured by her pussy. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, burying myself so deep inside that I’m on the verge of spraining the muscle. Fuck, if it means I’ll be mute for two weeks, so be it, because the feeling of her tight channel fluttering and clenching madly around my tongue might just make me come on the spot.
Lack of oxygen makes me lightheaded, adding another dimension to the rapture that is eating her out. I’m desperate to tell her how much I love having her pussy on my tongue, how fucking delicious she tastes, how this is exactly where and what I want to be doing when I die, but it’s not worth pausing my suffocation just to chant dirty things at her.
I spank her ass again for no reason other than I love the flash of arousal that shoots through her eyes at the mix of pain and pleasure. Then I reward her by ghosting my thumb over her clit.
Her muscles clamp down hard on my tongue so I do it again. This time, I press down firmly, rubbing intently at the throbbing flesh in tandem with slamming my tongue in and out of her. Wide, panicked eyes find mine. Her lips part again, I’m sure to repeat her demand that I stop, but I communicate with a flash of my own eyes that this only stops once she’s come in my mouth and I’ve slurped up every last drop of her juices.
“St–stop,” she begs, her hands shaking as she tries to push me away. “I’m going to come.”
She squeals when I pull my tongue out of her pussy and bring it down to the puckered star hidden between her cheeks. I flatten my tongue against the tight ring of muscles, using my grip on her ass to force her hips back and forth over my face, eagerly rimming her asshole until carnal moans tear from her throat with abandon.
Valentina’s thighs clench tightly around my face when my tongue darts across the skin connecting both her holes. She mewls so loudly, so lewdly, that I repeat the motion, licking from her pussy down to her asshole and back up with greedy, unrelenting strokes. Every part of her tastes like sin, like a lifetime of bad decisions. I can’t stop.
Eventually, I bring my tongue back up to her pussy and thrust it back deep within that channel. I keep up my original frantic pace, fucking in and out of her until her eyes roll back in her head. At the same time, I rub my nose against her clit. Over and over again, up and down and to each side, until the tight little nub is throbbing and so sensitive, a passing breeze could make her come.
I wrap one arm around her ass and shove her pussy even more tightly against my mouth, reaching new depths inside her, and pinch her clit with my free hand.
Valentina abruptly stops rocking and freezes. I watch as the muscles of her lower stomach tighten. Her eyes close, a tortured expression crosses her face, and she shatters. Her pussy clamps down, gripping my tongue like a vice, and her entire body shakes as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
“Ahhh! Oh, god. Matteo .”
Liquid gushes from her opening and right into my mouth as she comes screaming my name. I lap it all up, refusing to release her even as she slumps to the side and the only thing that keeps her on my face are my hands. I eat her like a starved man who’s been presented with a never-ending feast.
Only when I’ve taken my time licking up every drop from her pussy and her thighs do I let her go. I slide out from underneath her and turn around to find Valentina collapsed on the bed.
She’s splayed half-folded on her front, unmoving save for her still quivering thighs. They continue to shake uncontrollably, like buildings in the aftershock of an earthquake. Smugness doesn’t even begin to cover the prideful emotion that unfurls in my chest knowing that I did that to her.
Her legs are spread where she fell, parted just enough to reveal that gorgeous pussy of hers. I remove my boxer briefs and roll on a condom in the same move, then I’m back on the bed and on my knees between her legs.
Valentina hasn’t moved and still doesn’t when I run my cock up and down the length of her wet slit. An anticipatory shiver rolls down her spine, but she remains otherwise limbless and prone. Something about that hardens my dick even more. She may not trust me with her secrets, but she certainly trusts me with her body and that’s more than enough for now.
Draping myself over her, I reach an arm under her torso and wrap my fingers around her throat.
She groans when I squeeze it in a controlling grip and use her neck to turn her head to the side. I press my cock against her entrance and slide unhurriedly into her pussy, parting her walls one inch at a time as I draw out the exquisite stretch. My face hovers right above hers and I watch with rapt fascination as her brows knit together, her lips part, and a faint blush erupts across her cheeks.
Perfection. Absolute fucking perfection.
“My little slut,” I rasp darkly, my hold on her throat turning bruising when my hips meet her ass. “That’s all ten inches deep inside you.”
This time, the shudder that racks through her body is so violent, I also feel it in my cock where it’s buried inside her.
“I’m not,” she claims, her voice wavering just enough to heat my blood.
“You are,” I praise, the words pressed invitingly against her ear. I draw back my hips and drive into her. She jerks up the mattress and yelps, eyes flying open to meet mine. “Only a good little slut would take my cock this well,” I purr. “Only my slut would take this brutal fucking in my bed and enjoy it.”
I punctuate every word with thrusts of my hips, forcing her legs wider apart, forcing her to take every inch of my cock deep inside her where it belongs.
“If I’m a slut, then you’re a whore,” she gasps, hands grasping wildly at the sheets. When I knead her breast with my other hand, she clutches the soft fabric tightly in her balled fists. “Only a whore would let me come on his face, then fuck me when I’m nearly unconscious.”
A pleased smile splits my face as a matching growl rolls through my chest. “I’m happy to be your whore, cara .”
Straightening back onto my knees, I shape her waist with my hands and yank her hips back. She makes a noise of surprise as I draw her to her knees, then yelps when I close my fingers around her nape and force her face back down into the mattress, all measure of sweet completely abandoned.
“This whore wants his slut face down, ass up for him,” I growl, pounding savagely inside her until her back bows and her moans turn frenzied. She fights my hold on her neck, suddenly energized and ready to battle me for dominance.
I laugh darkly, more than happy to play if she’s in the mood. My hand tightens on her waist and I claw her back to meet every single one of my thrusts. “Good girl,” I taunt her. “Throw your ass back at me just like that. So fucking needy.” My fingers dig into her hips. “You’re so fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
“For any cock,” she counters sassily.
Red mist obscures my vision. I slap her ass. Hard.
Once. Twice.
A third time.
Until she’s crying out and bucking beneath me.
Until her cheek is red even in the dark of night.
“You say any cock will do and yet you haven’t touched another dick since you met me, have you?” When she doesn’t answer, I spank her again, the red overtaking my vision entirely. “Have you?”
Valentina’s muscles clench so suddenly and forcefully around my dick that I curse and momentarily loosen my hold on her waist.
She uses my brief distraction to scramble up the bed and then off of it. Her feet hit the floor and she makes a run for it.
I lunge after with a furious snarl. She makes it two steps before my arms close around her waist and shoulders and I slam her against the floor to ceiling windows of my bedroom. My chest heaves against her back as I rip in angry breaths. Excited little pants leave her lips, her much smaller naked form pressed lewdly against the glass.
“ Have you ?” I demand.
“No!” she finally bites out.
With a victorious roar, I part her legs and slam back inside her. Valentina whines as the force of my entry sends her up onto her toes.
“That’s because you know I’m the only cock for you.” Every thrust of my hips sends her rocking into the window, her ragged breaths steaming the glass. I slam my palm down right next to her face and swipe it through the condensation, wanting to make everything that is hers, mine. Her hands come up to the window and I slam my palm down to cover one, lacing our fingers together. She squeezes them tightly as pleasure makes her fingers curl. “The only man for you,” I murmur, and she whimpers. With my other hand, I reach around between her legs and start toying with her clit in tandem with the driving of my hips. “You won’t run from this either. You’ll stay and you’ll take every inch. Every thrust. Everything I give you.”
I feel my balls tighten, desire coiling into an unyielding ball in my stomach. Valentina’s loud moans only push me higher, faster until my vision blurs. My fingers turn rougher on her clit, abrading the tight bundle of nerves until she’s shaking like a leaf against me.
“Say yes, cara .”
“Yes,” she pants, agreeing so readily it surprises me and sends a pleased shiver coursing through my body.
When I smash my palm against her clit and pinch her nipple with my other hand, Valentina explodes. She screams as her knees give out, then slumps against the glass, completely spent. I follow her right over the cliff, her tight pussy squeezing my own orgasm out of me. It feels like it goes on forever as jet after jet of my cum spurts into the condom.
It takes long minutes for the mindless lust to clear from my eyes and my mind. When it finally does and I look down, there’s something about seeing her trapped by my body against the windows that has fresh possessiveness making a home for itself in my chest.
A dark, arrogant smirk curls the corners of my lips as I pull her against my torso by her throat. Her head tilts back and she looks up at me with exhausted, sated hazel eyes.
“I knew you didn’t want it sweet,” I purr. “Slut.”
“Whore,” she quips.
I throw my head back and laugh out loud at that, my chest rolling happily against her back. A hint of a smile is playing on her lips when I glance back at her and an airy feeling blows through me at the sight.
She’s a walking contradiction. A trained fighter, as comfortable with weapons as she is high heels, but she freezes in the middle of a shootout. A woman with an impenetrably hard outer shell and a sharp, secretive tongue, but with a gentle smile and soft, sad eyes. A wanton sex goddess who likes it rough in the bedroom, but who screams that she needs to be held outside of it.
“So much for one and done,” I tease, remembering her claim that she wouldn’t sleep with me again.
Her eyes waver, that same shadow I’d seen previously rolling through them. “Two and through?”
Smiling, I brush the hair gently away from her face. “I don’t think so.”
Valentina looks down and away from me. She slips off my cock, shoulders out of my hold, and looks at the floor for her clothes. When she remembers that they’re in pieces, her eyes go to my dresser on the other side of the room.
I dispose of the used condom in the bathroom. When I come back, she’s reaching into the middle drawer for a shirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I put my boxer briefs back on.
“Borrowing your clothes since you made rags out of mine,” she answers, head bent over the drawer. “Then I’m going home.” When silence meets her statement, she looks over her shoulder at me. “Did you think I was going to spend the night?”