Chapter Four #2
“Luca,” she whispers. When I don’t immediately respond, she cups my face and pulls it back to hers. She bites her lip as our eyes collide in the most intimate of ways. “I…I need to tell you something.”
There are nerves in her voice. I can hear them. And despite my desperate need to be inside of her, I give her time to collect herself, anticipating her next words.
“I'm a virgin.”
I drop my forehead against hers as desire surges in my stomach.
Of course I knew she was a virgin. Hell, I figured it out on the first night in that maze.
The hesitant way she kissed me, how surprised she was when I brought her pleasure.
I figured at the very least that she didn’t have much experience, and the thought of being her first—her only. Christ, it drives me to madness.
She makes me want to protect her innocence. Put it in a bottle and guard it forever. But at the same time, I want to corrupt her. Make love to her until she grows to need my cock and wants it like a drug. With as much desperation as I want her.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, brushing my lips softly over hers. “Let me take care of you. I'll make it so good. I promise.”
“You knew?” she asks, surprised. “And you still want me?”
“I couldn’t want you more if I tried, Matilde. Virgin or not, you’re the only woman I want,” I whisper, seeking her mouth with mine. I grip my cock and guide it to her wet entrance, rubbing against her folds and gathering her arousal onto my tip. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”
“Really?” she whispers, her eyes trusting when they meet mine. So wide and innocent. So fucking beautiful.
“So precious,” I breathe, watching her face as I inch my cock into her tightness. She grips my shoulders and winces in discomfort when I slide deeper into her. I pause, kissing her mouth and waiting until she relaxes around me, heat spreading where our bodies are joined.
“Mine,” I growl as I ignore the burning ache in my balls, inching deeper into her, spreading her tightness until I touch the thin veil of her innocence.
I plant my mouth firmly over hers in silent apology for what I am about to do before pressing forward and making her cry out against my lips as I bury my cock deep inside her.
“Luca,” she whimpers, her eyes glistening with tears that tug at my heart. “Oh God, it hurts!”
Fuck.
“I'm sorry, baby,” I say raggedly, even as my chest aches with the need to soothe. Comfort. I kiss her jaw, cheeks, and lips, fighting to ignore how fucking tight she is, squeezing my cock and tugging me toward an edge I am not ready for. Fuck, she’s so tight.
“I’ll make it better baby,” I whisper, dropping my hand between us to circle her clit as I kiss her gently. She moans into the kiss, slowly rocking her hips against my finger. I hold still, letting her move as I tease her clit and feel her breath come in shallow gasps.
“Luca,” she moans, my name so sexy on her lips. “Oh God, I’m so close.”
I kiss her mouth, moving my middle finger faster on her clit, and seconds later, her breath catches.
I bite back a roar as her pussy squeezes my cock hard, pulsing roughly around me as she climaxes.
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my elbow above her head as I slowly rock into her still-pulsing heat.
It’s heaven. I stop when my balls tighten and threaten to explode, breathing through my mouth as I fight for control.
“Don’t stop,” Matilde whispers, cupping my jaw and pulling my mouth back down to hers. “Need you.”
I pull my hand from between her legs to grip her thighs, fingers digging into her skin as I struggle for control, rocking gently into her.
She gasps and moans as my cock thrusts in and out of her tight heat, stroking gently into her.
“You’re so fucking tight, biscottina,” I growl, pulling out before sinking back in. We both groan at the sensation.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Every inch of you is beautiful, Matilde.” I keep my eyes locked on hers as I rock into her, falling deeper for a woman I didn’t know I needed but has somehow become my life.
“You. Are. Mine.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out, her head falling back when I start to thrust faster into her, nails digging into my shoulder and body trembling under mine.
Her mouth parts in ragged breaths, and her eyes roll back as I move inside her.
I drink it all in—every single expression she makes—filing it away so I'll always remember our first time together.
Mine.
Every perfect inch of this girl belongs to me. Will only ever belong to me. Fuck, I'll drag anyone who touches her to hell. I'll follow them there if need be. I’d kill for her. There’s never been a more valid reason.
"Mine," I growl as every bit of my control finally snaps. She cries out as I start to take her, her nails scratching down my back. I try to be gentle and not lose my head, but it’s a losing battle, so I chase her pleasure and mine.
“Feels so good,” she cries out, arching into my thrusts, letting me dominate her. Take and claim her for myself. “Luca, so close!”
I drop my hand back between her legs and press my thumb to her clit, and that’s all it takes to have her pussy clench hard around me, her back arching and her lips parting with a hoarse scream.
I pin her down with my body and take her hard and fast, rocking into her like a madman.
I feel the threat of my own climax at the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity.
“Come for me again, baby,” I say raggedly, bending down to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hungrily at the peak, and that sends her right back to the edge.
She cries out, burying her nails deep into my shoulders and marking me as her walls clench hard around me, squeezes my cock so tightly that my balls explode with pleasure.
My muscles tighten a second before my release tears through me.
My hips are a blur of motion as I move, flesh smacking against hers as I flood her with my cum.
I bury my face in her neck, losing myself in the scent of her.
Breathing her in like she holds the air I need to survive.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head as I shake, and I don’t realize I’ve said the word out loud until she echoes it, “Yours.”
Her body shudders against mine, her breathing heavy and heart racing just as fast as mine. She holds me tight as I pour every last drop into her until there’s nothing left.
“Mine,” I rasp, brushing my lips over her face and holding her tight against me.
She burrows into my arms, and we’re silent for a long moment.
It takes me a while before I realize she’s fallen asleep.
I pull back to stare at her and, once more, find myself mesmerized by her beauty.
I hold her for a little longer before finally pulling out and climbing off the bed.
I walk to the bathroom and grab a wet towel, taking it back to the room to clean her up.
My heart clenches as I run the towel between her thighs and see the crimson spots, evidence of her innocence.
One she gifted me, a man undeserving of someone so precious.
I tuck her under the covers before leaving to dispose of the towel and then clean up myself.
I get dressed and move to the bed. The urge to join her is strong, but there's more to be done, so I press my mouth to her forehead for a long minute before leaving.
The kitchen is a mess, so I clean up, putting away her things the way I've seen her do before and boxing up the cookies on the cooling rack.
I've seen her do it a hundred times. Then, I carry them down to the bakery. On the way down, I get a text from Lorenzo letting me know the security is up and running with instructions on how to access the camera feeds. I shoot him back a text, thanking him for his help with a promise to see him next when I stop by the Rossis’ estate.
Hell, the guy deserves an explanation for how I acted earlier when his only crime was doing me this favor.
Can't blame him for loving Matilde's desserts—everyone does.
I let out a sigh and make my way down to the bakery.
Sally, the pink-haired girl Matilde hired, is busy staring at Santino, and it’s not until I tap a finger on the counter that her eyes move to mine.
“Oh, hey, Luca,” she says, clearly embarrassed at being caught staring at one of my men. “Um, what can I get you?”
“Matilde made this,” I say, placing the boxes on the counter. “She won't be coming down tonight, so lock up for her, will you?”
“Uh, sure,” she chirps. “I’ll close up, but you know, it can get a little scary in the evening all alone with all those customers. So maybe…”
I fight back the urge to smile. “Santino will stay with you until it’s time to lock up.”
“So his name is Santino,” she mutters before nodding with a smile. “Oh, right, I almost forgot. Someone stopped by looking for Matilde.”
Her words give me pause. “Who was it?”
“Some guy. He said he was a real estate agent and wanted to talk to Matilde about the offer he’s made to buy this place.”
She’s selling? I push down the sudden irritation at the thought of Matilde keeping this bit from me.
She never said anything about selling this place, and I'll have to bring it up when she wakes up. The memory of Matilde sleeping upstairs and why she’s so worn out smooths the irritation, and I find myself smiling.
Fuck, now I want her again. Every inch of that perfect body.
And because thinking about her turns me on, I decide I might as well leave before anyone notices. With a nod to Sally, I make my way outside.