Lindsay
Igrip the front of Matteo’s shirt, pulling him closer. There’s no hesitation in the kiss. No restraint.
It’s sharp, consuming, the kind of kiss that steals my breath and thought. Something settles low and dangerous in my chest. His hand tightens around my jaw, tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss, to take control in a way that makes my pulse spike.
I hate how much I want him. Every inch of me practically purrs in satisfaction as his arms wrap around me. His other hand slides to my waist, firm, unyielding, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
A soft sound escapes me before I can stop it.
“Fuck,” Matteo murmurs. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those little moans. I’ve thought about it a lot.”
He kisses down the side of my chin, drawing even more moans. He reaches for my jacket, pulling it off my shoulders until I’m left in only my sports bra.
“What else have you thought about?” I ask in a soft whisper.
“I’ve thought about your beautiful pink nipples,” he grunts. “Your pretty lips that look like they were made for my cock. Would you let me fuck your mouth, princess?”
I don’t reply. I don’t think I’m capable. He pinches my encased nipple between his thumb and finger before rubbing a finger over it. Heat pools inside my stomach and then downward. Every inch of me thrums with pleasure.
“Would you let me come down your throat?” he continues darkly. “You’d milk every last drop, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh god,” I whisper, gripping his arms.
He reaches for the hem of my leggings and I assist him in dragging it down, along with my panties. My sports bra goes off next and then I’m completely and utterly naked, standing in front of him.
Matteo stares at me in awe. I start to reach for his shirt, to see all of him as well. But he stops me, grasping my wrist.
“What—”
“You don’t get to touch me, sweetheart. Not yet. I’m going to taste you first,” he informs me.
And then he’s moving, fast and decisive. I barely have time to register his words before I’m being guided backward. The couch hits the back of my legs and I fall onto it, breath catching.
He follows me immediately, not giving me space to think, to recover.
He stands over me for half a second, his gaze dark, intense in a way that makes my stomach tighten even more. He stares at my pussy for a beat and I shift, nearly writhing with discomfort. My pulse is unsteady, scattered. I can feel my hands trembling.
It gets even worse when Matteo does something I wasn’t expecting him to do. He drops down to his knees. My chest starts to pound as he pulls me closer, his eyes filled with wonder and lust, and something else I can’t name.
“You’re so fucking wet, Lindsay.” He says it like it annoys him. “Those lips of yours say they hate me and yet your pussy glistens with need. It’s proof of just how much you want me.”
He drags a finger through my folds and I nearly buck from the sudden touch.
“Easy,” he mutters. “I haven’t even begun.”
“Just get it over with,” I moan.
“You like a challenge, don’t you, princess?” he asks, looking at me. His eyes are so dark right now. My heart skips a beat.
“Don’t scream,” Matteo commands.
And then he dives in. His mouth lands on me, but he doesn’t nibble or suck—he straight out thrusts his tongue inside me. My whole body recoils, and I’d have fallen off of the couch if it weren’t for his hold on me. He fucks me with his tongue, tearing me apart with each in and out.
I gasp when he slaps me hard between my legs, the sound loud and lewdly wet. It stings, adding to my pleasure even more. Matteo nuzzles, nips, and sucks my pussy while executing a gentle tapping on my clit using just the stiffened tip of his tongue.
The buildup startles me. I start to spiral. I couldn’t keep up even if I wanted to, and he doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he picks up the pace. My eyes go blurry, and I moan as I fall apart on his tongue. My legs shake; I tremble all over. I can’t help the scream that’s wrenched from my lips.
He doesn’t stop with my orgasm. He doesn’t take it slow, either. He licks every drop off my folds and my clit. He bites my inner thighs, leaving marks that I can already feel forming.
I’m suddenly hit with a stronger wave, my oversensitive nerve endings taking me to a second orgasm.
“I’m going to die,” I say mostly to myself as I come. “Fuck, Matteo!”
When I finally collapse back onto the couch, I’m boneless, lifeless, completely and utterly broken.
His head peeks from between my legs and he licks my glistening arousal off his lips. He’s more beautiful than anything in this moment, while he kneels before me.
Although he may be on his knees, he has all the power.
“You screamed,” he notes, an edge of darkness to his voice.
“You don’t fight fair,” I mutter.
He smiles, and it’s blinding and beautiful and I feel all my walls collapse at the sight.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look like this, princess. Like a goddess,” he tells me, reverence in his tone.
When he kisses me, I pull him toward me, uncaring about his weight. I can feel his cock beneath his pants, hard and prodding.
I hold onto him for dear life, thinking that I could gorge on his kisses and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I reach down to unbutton his shirt, but he wrenches away from me, taking with him all his heat and warmth. I feel the loss acutely. I sit up with a pout, looking at him.
“What are you doing?”
He runs a finger over the collar of his shirt, his gaze still on my naked body.
“I’m not fucking you, Lindsay.”
The words are delivered with a quiet intensity to show that he means business. But they’re also absolutely ridiculous.
“You’re joking, right?” I question, shooting a meaningful look at his cock.
“No. Remember what I said the last time. The next time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for it. Are you ready to beg, princess?” he purrs.
A chill slashes through me at the implication behind his words. He’s such a bastard. And I can’t believe I let myself get swept up in him. This is a punishment even if he doesn’t come out and say it. He’s punishing me and himself.
I could push him. I’m sure he would break with barely any effort. But I think about the respite I would gain from this as well.
Despite how much I want him inside of me, the truth is I also have to be smarter. I have to remember who he is.
“Fuck you, Matteo,” I snarl.
“I didn’t think so,” he says, self-satisfied.
He steps toward me and lifts my head. I’m helpless as he stares at me, our gazes clashing. He runs a thumb over my cheek, his touch whisper soft.
“Get some sleep, Lindsay. You have work tomorrow,” he states.
Leaning down, he takes my mouth in his for another soul-shattering kiss. When he pulls away, I’m gasping for breath. When he takes a step back, I want to call him. To beg him to come back.
I know he would.
The truth is, Matteo’s a man who values control. And he’s placed the control in my hands. I have all the power right now. I know exactly how to put us both out of our misery. But I won’t use it.
I can’t.
He walks away and I don’t stop him. Instead I collapse back onto the couch. My mind whirs with thoughts of him and only him. I fall asleep like that. With the memory of his lips on me. And his mouth that never fails to make the world stop.
I sleep harder than I have in weeks. And I have Matteo Vitale’s mouth to thank for that. I jerk awake at half past eight and my eyes widen when I realize I’m going to be late.
“Damn it!”
I rush into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before hurriedly getting dressed. When I step out of the hotel, I immediately notice Crater and Boulder in their car watching me. I offer them a small wave, feeling slightly guilty about last night.
Something light slides through my chest as I think about how last night ended, however. It was totally worth it.
When I arrive at the office, Rachel’s there in a flash looking at me with wide eyes.
“You’re late,” she states the obvious. “You were meant to be in the DA’s office five minutes ago.”
“I know,” I mutter, handing her my bag. “I overslept.”
“You never oversleep.”
“Rachel, I don’t have time for this.”
She hands me the document containing summaries of all the cases I’m handling, and then I’m off. The heels I’m wearing don’t allow for much running. And I wouldn’t have stained my dignity by doing that anyway.
But I find myself wishing I ran when I open the door to my boss’s office and find his displeased smirk waiting for me.
Great. He already hates me and I just made it worse.
We manage to conclude the meeting without him tearing my head off. The air in the room is heavy with his displeasure, but he doesn’t voice it. He goes through the documents and listens to what I have to tell him, and then he dismisses me.
It isn’t until I leave his office that I recognize the feeling sliding through my chest. I’m happy. Despite everything, I’m actually happy.
Some gloom penetrates the haze when I realize that I haven’t been happy for a while now. Not since I moved out of my father’s house. Perhaps my own actions are the cause of all my misery.
I’ve pushed everyone away. And I only have myself to blame for it.
I head back to my office to get some light reading done for a case that’s coming up. When my phone buzzes, I’m focused enough that I don’t immediately grab it.
Although curiosity has me eventually closing the book in front of me two minutes later. I check the screen and an involuntary smile slides across my face. It doesn’t take me a second to guess who the text is from, despite never receiving one from the number before.
Matteo: Hello, Kitten.
I don’t hesitate before replying.
Me: Another horribly cliché nickname? I expect better from you, Mr. Vitale.
Matteo: Considering the scratch marks you left on the side of my neck from last night, I’m pretty sure Kitten is absolutely fitting.
My cheeks heat up in a blush as I think about last night. The sounds he wrenched from me. How hard I came. The man played me like a fiddle and I let him.