17. Matteo
CHAPTER 17
MATTEO
I didn’t bring Heaven to one of my sex clubs tonight to watch a show.
I brought her here to star in one.
But she doesn’t know that yet.
“Here, put this on.” I hand her a plain black mask in the shadows on the street.
She shoots me a suspicious green-eyed look. “I know the drill. I’ve been at one of your nasty little places before.”
“That’s not what you said when I was touching you.”
“Fuck you, Matteo.”
“That’s the idea.”
Today was a revelation. As I settle the mask on her face, my fingers stroking over the silk and heat of her skin, I’m pleased.
Heaven’s starting to trust me. Conor’s the fuckup who keeps on giving, keeps on helping with my ultimate plan of betrayal and victory.
Betrayal to the Mulligans.
Victory over the New York underworld.
And if the pit of my stomach grows heavier when I look at her, knowing what’s likely to happen to her, then that’s something I can deal with.
Once I gain her trust, she’ll let me into how she runs things. I’m not an idiot like her father. I don’t wear blinders. I’m awake, in control, and aware that Heaven has been running things and deftly growing the Mulligan operations.
Perhaps in another world, another reality, winning her completely would mean having her by my side. But the Mulligans have to pay. And I’m not letting such a lucrative deal slip free for pussy. Not even Heaven’s.
She’s beautiful. She’s pure fire. And the core of vulnerability is something I can use, manipulate to my own ends.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods. “As ever.”
I lace my fingers with hers and lead her toward a private entrance. My private entrance.
“Good evening, Mr. Villani.” The doorman, Jase, pulls open the door and ushers us inside.
“Evening,” I say, my hand on the small of Heaven’s back as she enters the darkened labyrinth of sex and sin. We walk down one of the corridors shadowed by a deep red glow that drenches the atmosphere with taboo allure. Her hand clenches mine, and I see her study everything in our path as we move into the central part of the club.
She’s curious. It’s all over her and she’s in a war with herself, trying to cling to the disgust she claims to feel about the place in spite of the passion inside her. Her lack of fear hooks in deep. It makes me want to back her against a wall and plow into her wet pussy with all of the pent-up lust that’s been festering inside of me since the first time I had my head between her legs.
I want to drag her down into the mire, to make her understand she’s no better than anyone or anything in this place. I want her to get on her knees and beg for my cock.
Taking her down this corridor gives me a way to observe her, to decide exactly what I’m going to do and how far I’m going to take it.
No one else is going to touch her, at least, not the way I will. But I want her under a spotlight, ready to give herself to me, body and soul. I want her so soaked in lust and need that she’ll fuck me in front of the world. I want her to show everyone in the basest way possible exactly who she belongs to.
And out of all the clubs I own, this particular club, Sin, is the place to do it. Sin is my personal favorite to visit. Each room hosts a show with a viewing area, and on the other side, in the public domain, are places for eager participants to make their own action.
We pass a room where a rope bondage event is taking place, and Heaven stops short right outside the doorway as one of the goddesses…that’s what we call them…winds one of her gold ropes around her captive.
The goddess slides slowly, methodically, and temptingly down the torso of another woman as she winds more rope. Spectators sit on the velvet couches scattered around the room, some watching, some stroking themselves, some stroking other guests.
Techno music pumps through the speakers, and Heaven’s gaze is on the erotic scene playing out in front of us.
“Come on,” I murmur against her ear, gently tugging her backward. My cock is hard, straining in my pants as Heaven rubs against me. I don’t know if she realizes she’s doing it, but it’s hotter than the straight-up, kink-laden sex fest in front of us.
I slowly run my hand down her body, sliding it up beneath the skirt of her dress and playing over the sliver of silk covering the lips of her pussy.
She’s hot. Wet. Moving her hips, pushing her cunt against my hand.
Oh, fuck, I want her.
I slide a finger beneath the edge of the silk, and run it along her slick, plump lips, toying just inside, and she moans.
I could take her here and now. But I have other plans. I pull my hand free, bringing it up to catch one of her breasts, teasing her nipple a moment. Then I let her go.
She turns and looks up at me, lust pooling in her heated gaze.
“You like?”
“I loved it,” she breathes.
“It’s complete freedom,” I murmur. “No inhibitions, no judgments. You just do what feels good.”
She backs up into a wall, looking up at me from under her long, thick lashes. “Is that how you let go?”
I close the space between us, my mouth hovering over hers. “Out there, maintaining control is the most important way to gain respect and loyalty, the only way to become all-powerful.”
She nods, breathless. “And in here?”
We’re not talking about the sex show.
I slide my hand against her throat, leaning closer still, her pulse beating wildly against my thumb. “I don’t worry about loyalty or respect. I can let go, be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do.”
“You don’t care about control in here?”
“I always care about control, Heaven.”
“You…” She stops, licking her lips and I watch the tip of her wet tongue.
“But you don’t care about the show. You want to find a way to give it all up, to relinquish control and just sink into the pleasure without recriminations. In here you can. And with me?—”
“I don’t want you.”
“Your wet cunt tells me different, and we both know it’s wet because of me and not because of what you watched. You want me to take all the control so you can fuck me without blame. Hate me all you want, but you crave my touch.” I press down against the leap of her jugular and she moans. “All it takes is a word. Give it to me, amore mio, and I’ll give you everything.”
She swallows hard. “You’ll give? I thought this was taking. You’ve claimed me.”
“Yes, I have. But I haven’t fucked you yet, have I?”
“You’re playing a game.”
“Everything in life is a game, Heaven. But sometimes you need to ask for what you want. Do you want?”
She doesn’t answer, and I’m so fucking hard that my famed control, my hard-earned, soaked-in-blood control is slipping away. I want to put her on display, humiliate her, break her down and make her beg.
More than that, I want to fuck her.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, you bastard. I want.”
It takes everything in me to not unzip her dress right here in the hallway. But I resist the temptation.
“Good, amore mio. Just what I wanted to hear.”
I take her hand in mine, leading her along the hall and through to the main area of my erotic playground. Putting her on show is a great idea, fucking her how I want, in private, is even better.
But I still want to get her to the point of losing it all. I stop her, slide my hands along her collarbone under the straps of her dress and slowly slip it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the room, to anyone watching.
I kiss her slow and deep, a seduction. Our tongues swirl together. I lick my way down her throat, biting against her pulse, then down over the slope of her breast.
She’s moaning, my Heaven. Moaning and clutching at me. The dress is only stopped in its downward trajectory by her forearms as her hands grip my arms, pulling me into her. She’s exposed to the navel.
I suck her nipple, biting, and she utters a thin little scream of need.
I lift my head, struggling to get my own need under control, something I rarely have to do. Heaven unleashes something in me, and that something will make my victory so sweet I can barely think.
Ahead of us, though, is a platform where my goddesses and their slaves perform. I turn Heaven, moving us to the edge, just so the light touches her skin, making her the focus.
Because I want to take her off, I need to be here, to prove I can do this. To prove she’s all mine.
“Watch.”
On the platform, a slave slinks across it on all fours, her latex a second skin. She comes to a stop in front of one of the men and starts to take him in her mouth.
As she does so, I push the dress from Heaven and it pools at her feet. I flatten my palm on her stomach and it flutters beneath me, her head thrown back against me as I begin my next assault. Moving down to her panties, I pull them aside, leaving her cunt on show. I dip inside her, sliding two fingers into her heat, pumping them slowly. She moans in earnest now, hands digging into my hips.
She’s displaying herself and she doesn’t even realize it.
I tease her clit with my thumb, and she’s so fucking hot and wet, I can smell her sweet, heady scent in the air. I dip my head low, sinking my teeth into her exposed throat and sucking on that spot. She pushes hard into my hand, humping it, trying to get off, her control in shreds around her.
And it’s then something rockets me out of the sexual bliss I’m immersing us in.
A hand is there. On her cunt. Or, I should say, trying to get to it.
My eyes snap open and I pull my hand free, turning her in my arms so she’s pressed in against me, all that glory no longer on show. My gaze locks with the guy whose cock was being sucked.
He’s big, muscle-bound, broader than me, but he freezes, fear lighting his eyes as I lock onto him.
“I thought?—”
“She’s not for you to touch,” I say. “Now pick up her fucking dress and hand it to me.”
The big guy does as asked, his dick shriveling as he does so. I grab him by the throat and squeeze, blood-pumping fury hot and red in my veins, clouding my vision, my clarity.
“You ever touch what’s mine again without permission, I will rip your throat out. Understood?”
He starts to nod, and then the fear spikes in his gaze as he realizes who I am.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Get the fuck back to work.”
Without another word, another look, I drag Heaven out of the room, back into my private corridor and slam her against the wall.
She’s breathing hard, a dazed expression on her beautiful face.
What the actual fuck did I just do?
I haven’t lost my shit like that since—since Sicily.
Since that time.
And now it hits me hard. Heaven is dangerous. Truly dangerous. Getting under her skin flows two ways. It’s a risk I’m willing to take, but now I know, I need to be careful.
No. I need to fuck her until she’s out of my system. Fuck her so hard she’s completely mine to do with what I want. And then, I’ll keep fucking her to reach my goals. I’ll make her fall so hard she’ll give up her life for me willingly.
But first, I need to fuck her.
She stands in front of me, naked apart from her heels and askew panties. Those plump lips are still on display, and I can’t resist touching her again. I push my hand against them, cupping her pussy, and then I slide a finger inside her. She cries out, moving into me. I stroke forward inside her, against her G-spot, using my other hand with the dress to hold her back against the wall so that all she can do is make small, helpless motions.
“I told you I’d bring you here tonight to show you what happens when you disobey me. What would you have done if I let him really touch you?”
Her eyes glitter up at me with hate and lust and need and a viciousness that feeds something dark within me. “I’d have loved it.”
“Liar.”
“I’d have let him fuck my brains out, show you what a real man can do.”
I almost laugh at her pathetic attempt to hurt me. No…she’s goading me into fucking her. Heaven grabs at my hand to try and ride me, but I don’t let her. I keep her there, teetering on the brink of agony and release.
“I fucking hate you.”
“You want me to make you come.”
“Yes,” she spits. “Yes, damn you, I do. Please, Matteo…”
I move deeper, harder, but keep the pace slow, drawing back every time she quivers and almost tumbles over the edge.
“Hold it, Heaven. You come when I say.”
“You bastard.”
“You’re mine. Tell me.”
“No.”
I lean in, mouth to her ear. “Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
She turns and tries to bite me, but I don’t let her. I only laugh as need surges. Christ, she’s amazing. “Yes, Matteo, I’m yours. Now, let me come.”
I withdraw my hand and kiss her hard and deep and carnal and she’s on me, mouth open and hungry, and she gives as good as I’m giving, her control gone and mine not far behind.
I slide a thigh between hers and let her ride it and she shudders, biting on my bottom lip as a small orgasm takes her.
But I’m not ready to make her fly apart. Not here. Instead, I break the kiss and take her hand, leading her mostly naked body down the corridor. I stop in front of my VIP room, my domain, and punch in the code.
“In.”
She stumbles, and stops in the room, where a big California-king bed sits. There’s no doubt as to what this room is for. Or what she thinks it’s for.
Mostly, I use it to sleep when I’m working. This is my main club, my favorite, but yeah, I’ve fucked plenty in here.
And now…
I pull my mask off and then approach her, removing hers, placing them both on the table. She stares up at me, her breathing uneven, the want and need and heat in her gaze scorching me.
I’m going to have her.
In every way possible.
“Bend over the side of the bed,” I say. “It’s time I teach you a lesson.”