25. Matteo
CHAPTER 25
MATTEO
H er ass looks so fucking perfect in that wedding dress.
My cock jerks at the sight of her hips swinging left and right, ready to spring into action as soon as we’re inside our house. Heaven reaches the top of the steps and turns toward me with a small smile.
The smile doesn’t reach her eyes, though.
She knows why I’m so hell-bent on keeping her behind closed doors.
“Matteo,” she says as she steps onto the polished wood floor in the foyer.
I lock the door and set the alarm. “You wanted to talk?”
“I wanted to get out of there.”
“Heaven, listen?—”
“No.”
She’s cut me off, and I can’t say I’m not a little grateful. I have no fucking idea what I want to say. There’s no way out of this, not without putting her in danger. If she thinks I’m interested in more than business, and yeah, okay, fucking her brains out, then she might do something stupid, like try to slay the dragon to stay by my side.
She’s getting the fuck out of here and to Italy, and she’s staying there until I’m deeply established and Dominguez and his cartel are wiped from the planet.
It’s not the plan I started with, but it’s what I realize I have to do.
“You’re a bastard.” She gazes up at me, trailing a finger down the side of my tuxedo jacket. “But I like the other things you can be.”
“Bastard is the truth, Heaven.”
“I don’t care. I want the hot sex. I want my wedding night. You say you’re sending me away? You’re taking everything from me and you know it.”
“And you want to fuck me?”
“I want to kill you,” she says. “But I’ll take fucking you. Unless you wanting me was a lie.”
“That was never a lie, amore mio . I crave your pussy and you know it.”
Her green eyes blaze with a dark fire, and there’s a bleakness I can’t stand lurking behind that blaze. “Prove it.”
Anytime. Anywhere.
I pull out her hairpins one by one, her long, wavy red hair cascading slowly over her shoulders. “I am your husband. I’ll take what’s mine. And I’m going to prove how much I want you.”
“Tell me a story, Matteo.”
I frown, but nod, pushing the dress from her shoulders, trailing my fingers along her collarbone. “What do you want to hear?”
“Our honeymoon.”
“I didn’t plan one.”
“I know.”
“It would be a romantic one, I think.” I dip my fingers just below the neckline, lingering on the softness of the warm skin of her beautiful breasts.
She shivers under my touch. “That’s a given.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Bonaire.” She leans into me as I move behind her to unfasten the dress. I stop and brush her hair from her throat.
“Where is that?” I kiss her neck, her jugular, and it pulsates with an irregular beat beneath my tongue. “Tell me.”
“It’s an island in the Caribbean Netherlands off the coast of Venezuela. Big for scuba diving.” Her hands come behind her and she strokes against my cock.
“Oh, you dive?” I try to stay in control as I slowly work the buttons down the back of the dress free. “I didn’t think you had any hobbies besides cooking and maiming.”
“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. I’m certified, but I’ve never done a real trip before. Molly and I…” She gasps as I bite down, trailing my finger down her exposed spine, stepping away from that magical touch of her hands on my dick. “Molly and I got certified together. We’d always promised each other we’d go to Bonaire to see the ostracods.”
I lead her away from that line of thought because there’s enough sadness in the room. I want it erotic. Hot. I want something to remember, too. “What are ostrich pods?”
Turning around, she laughs and rubs her face against me, and if my dress shirt is a little damp, I don’t say a word, just push the dress lower to expose her breasts to the air.
“Ostracods are tiny crustaceans that light up the ocean every month, a few nights after a full moon. They cast this crazy bioluminescent glow over the water and when you’re underwater among them, it looks like you’re floating in space amidst the stars.”
I slide my hands around and pull her against me, brushing over her nipples, making her gasp again and push back into me. “Then we go.”
“Of course—oh, God?—”
I’ve pushed the dress to the floor and slid my fingers into her panties to circle her clit, every so often sliding down over her slick, wet slit.
“—we need to—fuck—need to make sure we leave the bedroom.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.” I push a finger into her pussy, my thumb against her clit, and I suck on her earlobe before continuing to speak as I slowly pump my finger into her. “Naked. Hotel room.”
“Sex.”
She takes my hand and pushes me harder against her, and I oblige, finger fucking her hard and fast for a moment, then I remove it and she turns, her eyes bright, a mess of emotion with lust right at the top. I push my hand into her panties once more, playing with her tight cunt.
Her porcelain skin is so soft and smooth.
“Anything else you want for your perfect wedding night?”
It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I can’t stop. I need this as much as she does.
“I want you to take me to your room,” she whispers.
“Okay.” I remove my hand once more, my cock almost hurting with need for her, and I start leading Heaven toward the main staircase, but she shakes her head.
“No, not that room. The other room.” She points toward a closed door down the hallway. “I’ve peeked at your little den of sin.”
My cock jumps. She’s obviously seen all of the amenities it has to offer.
We head there. With one hand, I twist the knob and push it open, and lead her inside. Her pale skin, white lace panties, and white heels are a stark contrast to the deep blood-red color of the walls surrounding us.
She sashays over to me, lacing her fingers with mine and winding my arm around her waist as she settles her back against me.
I watch her scour every corner of the room until her eyes settle on the Texas king bed in the center of the space. The large mirror hanging on the ceiling over it doesn’t escape her attention, either.
The comforter is thick red satin, a shade that exactly matches the walls. Heaven pulls me over to the bed, fingering the restraints, wrist and ankle cuffs.
“Kinky fucker,” she murmurs. Then she narrows her eyes at me. “You use these often?”
I shake my head. “Not at all, actually. I’ve been waiting for the right woman to break them in.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge,” she says.
She fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, giving up pretty quickly, and finally just pulling it open. Buttons fly into the air and she pushes it off my shoulders. “You need to make this count, Matteo.” She nods at the walls of kink to her left and right. “Use some of that on me.”
My cock strains against my pants. Just the thought of me lashing her with one of my floggers has my dick dripping. Because no matter what, she’s right. We need to make this count.
It might be the last time.
And in true Heaven style, she throws herself into the game we’ve just weaved.
“We have a lot of options here. Now, Matteo, what exactly are you going to do to me?” she asks, her legs falling open invitingly.
I crawl on top of her, my face hovering above hers. “This is your wedding night, your fantasy. I just want to be inside you. What do you want right now?”
“I want you to make me feel, Matteo. I want to feel everything. I want to feel pain. I want to feel love. I want to feel excitement and arousal. I want to feel it all, for the first time, together with you.” She stares up at me, and there’s longing and despair and need and fierce determination in her face. It’s heart-poundingly incredible. Like her. “Make love to me, Matteo. Give me all you have. Show me what forever might feel like.”
I loop my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down over her thighs, pulling them off one ankle at a time before letting the soft lace flutter to the floor. I gather her into my arms, her back arching delicately.
I run the palm of my hand down the creamy white skin of her abdomen and over her hips. She’s utterly beautiful. I slide my tongue over her flesh, navigating a path up to her breasts, cupping them with my hands and teasing her taut, pink buds with my tongue and teeth.
Heaven moans, her legs tightening around me as I explore her. She tastes sweet and sinful, like our decadent chocolate wedding cake.
I brush my lips with hers, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth, and then I kiss her deep. Our tongues coil together, heat flooding my insides as she infuses my whole being in a way I’d never before allowed anyone to do.
When I pull away, my breath’s short and sharp. She undulates beneath me, angling to draw me back toward her.
“Soon,” I whisper.
Then with one quick motion, I flip her onto her stomach. I cuff her wrists and ankles to the restraints and gaze at her lying flat on the mattress. She's completely restrained, completely at my mercy. She’s wet, so wet. And this… It’s what she begged me to do...to show her what our future could look like, if the world were a different place, to make her feel, and give her all of me.
Soon she’ll be gone. Maybe not in body, but in heart and spirit.
But I bury all of that for now. My objectives tonight are two-fold—keep her safe and make sure she experiences the most intense pleasure that she’s ever imagined in that beautiful and twisted mind of hers.
I walk over to my display of floggers, selecting one that has soft black leather strands attached to the end. Her perfect ass is there, for my taking.
Oh, holy fuck, I want more than anything to sink my teeth into that plump flesh and then bury my dick inside of it. But first I need to make her beg.
For me.
I drag the leather strands down her spine and she shivers, bracing herself for what comes next.
Namely, her, if I do my job right.
Heaven moans into the mattress as I slap the leather tassels against her ass, once, twice, three times.
“I need more!” She writhes against the mattress.
“Ask me the right way,” I murmur against her hair. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please, Matteo! Please, fuck me!”
With a thumping heart, I toss the flogger to the side of the bed, digging my fingertips into the globes of her ass. I fall to my knees in front of her, sliding my tongue in between her cheeks. She moans into the comforter as I work my tongue around her tight rim of muscle. I slide my fingers into her pussy, her lips clenching around me like the best kind of vise...one I want clamped around me for a fucking lifetime because it feels incredible. I drive them deeper and deeper inside of her.
She grinds against my fingers, bucking her ass into my greedy mouth. I drag them out, licking off her juices before I bring my palm down against her ass. It makes a satisfying smack, leaving a bright pink mark on her skin.
I’ve just branded her. My wife. Her pussy was made for my cock, her ass made for my hand.
She fists the comforter, her body quivering. As I slide my fingers back inside of her soaked pussy, I lick her as she begins to contract against me. “I haven't given you permission to come.”
But she’s in too much of a state to even respond. I pull free, smacking her ass again and again until she lets out a small cry.
“I need to see you,” she says, gasping. “Please let me watch you come. I want to stare into your eyes when you give yourself to me.”
Oh, Christ. My cock throbs and it won’t be long before I fucking come. I uncuff her, turning her over. She gazes up at me, eyes glittering as she rises up from the mattress. Heaven attacks my pants, pushing them to the floor. “This is taking way too long,” she murmurs.
“I don't normally tolerate back talk in this room,” I say.
“Yeah?” She grasps my thick shaft and takes my balls into her mouth.
I gasp. Jesus, but she’s phenomenal. If I let her keep going, this is going to be over before it begins. I give her a gentle shove backward onto the mattress and straddle her body.
But my woman is relentless. She leans up, swiping her tongue over the swollen head. She teases the slit, making me tense and tighten before she takes my cock into her mouth, stroking me long and hard with that devious tongue of hers.
This time, I let her. The deep ache and pleasure paralyze me, and I’m in desperate need of release.
Heaven stops and drags a finger across her lips. “Now,” she says, gazing at me from under thick, dark lashes. “Give me my wedding present.”
“But it's not wrapped.”
“Good.”
I move down and push her legs wide, plunging into her slick opening. My cock throbs as I start to pound into her. I crush my lips against hers, devouring her like she’s my last meal on Earth.
Her legs lock around my hips, drawing me in deep. She thrusts against me, urging me harder, deeper, and I can’t help it. I need to be so far in her I don’t know where I end and she begins. I fuck her, deep, hard, and it’s not enough.
I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me so I can feel that sweet pussy clench me like only she can. I want Heaven in control this time. I want to give that to her. And I know in that moment she's the only one who will ever get all of me.
My chest muscles tense each time her nipples drag against them. She trembles with each drive of her hips, sinking all the way down my length so that my entire cock is buried deep within her.
We touch each other with unparalleled fervor, joining in a way I never imagined possible. We’ve always just fucked. I never figured we’d make love.
She rides me hard and then slows her movements, her pussy clamping around my cock slowly, methodically, and maddeningly.
I pull her close and take her mouth with mine in a searing, deep kiss. I slide my index finger in between the globes of her ass, kneading the flesh and smacking it to hear that beautiful sound she makes when she’s about to come.
And I know she is. I can feel it.
I slip my finger into her tight hole, slowly stretching her. Her pussy clenches me even tighter, and her soft mewls morph into full-fledged wails. I drive my cock harder, plundering her core as I plunge my finger deeper. She throws her head back, tremors quaking her body as the orgasm tears through her.
I squeeze my eyes shut. My groin tightens and my cock explodes inside of her, hot cum filling her, giving her everything I have.
Just like she wanted.
She's the first one I’ve surrendered to, and she will be the last.
A spark of fear flares in my chest at that thought.
Because falling in love in a world like mine…?
It could be dangerous.