CHAPTER 22 Lindsay #2
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you don’t need to know,” he says, calm to the point of irritation. “Plus, I thought you’d do something reckless to endanger yourself, and I’ve had enough of that.”
My fists clench, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Don’t swear, princess,” he chides.
Oh, I am going to snap his neck like a twig.
“I tell you you’re in danger because the bastards that tried to take out my family are coming after you as well and you have nothing to say?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I’m handling it.”
“At least tell me what you’re planning. I know you’re handling it, but how? What risks are you planning on taking?”
His mouth tilts slightly as his eyes narrow.
“I was saving your delicate sensibilities by not involving you in my plans.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
He’s so infuriating. I can’t believe I was mooning to Valentina about how much I care and love—scratch that, like him.
The slip-up, even in my head, has my throat tightening. Matteo sighs, his expression growing soft.
“It’ll be alright, Lindsay.”
“I need you to take this seriously.”
“I am.”
“You’re not acting like it.”
“I promise, I am. I would never let anything happen to me.”
“Good because if you do get hurt, I will personally ensure you regret ever putting yourself in harm’s way.”
I huff out a breath at the look he gives me. He has the ability to stare at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. It always robs me of my breath.
“Come here, princess,” he beckons, flicking his wrist toward his lap.
“And do what?” I smirk.
His gaze darkens slightly. “Come here.”
I hesitate for a second before moving. It’s not like I was ever going to not do what he asked. I shift across the seat, my hand bracing lightly against his shoulder as I climb onto his lap.
His hands find my waist immediately, firm and steady.
“You belong to me, Lindsay. I’d never let anyone take me from you.”
My breath catches at those words. He pulls me even closer, erasing any distance left between us. I gasp softly when he rolls my hips against him, over his crotch. I feel him hardening slowly beneath me and my nipples tighten in anticipation.
“Ever fucked in a limo, princess?”
I grin as my fingers curl lightly into his jacket, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s a soft one that deepens in a way that makes the air in the car feel thinner and warmer. A shiver racks through my body as he holds me tighter, fusing our bodies and our lips together.
His hand slides up to my back, slow and deliberate. The kiss breaks and his mouth leaves mine, trailing down my neck with warm feather-light sucks. My eyes practically roll at the sensation.
He grips my thigh, shoving my dress upward. A sharp hiss leaves his lips when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.
“You like it?”
“You met up with Fadden when you weren’t wearing any panties?” he growls.
My eyes roll. “Do not talk about Fadden right now.”
He chuckles, dragging a hand over me roughly. “Why? Because you know this is all mine. Your soft skin, this gorgeous pussy. You’re wet right now, baby and it’s all for me.”
“Stop taking possession of my God-given body,” I say breathlessly when he lifts me up to graze a knuckle over the slickness that I had been rubbing on his pants.
I push my tits in his face in a silent plea and he hums before plunging his fingers into me. His other hand moves up, pulling down my dress enough that he’s able to latch onto one nipple.
It’s sensory overload. I throw my head back, gripping him as tight as I can while he works me toward the edge of orgasm. He knows the best way to do it and my body is so attuned to him, it doesn’t take very long before I’m letting out soft gasps.
My hands find his nape, holding on for dear life as shivers rack through me. I come with a sharp exhale.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, staring at me with a spark of lust and something else I’m too afraid to learn.
“Fuck me, Matteo,” I plead, reaching for the buckle of his pants.
He doesn’t provide much help as I undo the zip, reaching in to pull his cock free of the boxer briefs underneath. It stands in the gap between us, erect with veins bulging on the side of it. I let out a ragged moan at the sight.
Matteo grips the base of his erection, lifting me up so he can rub it along my clit. I swallow as I slowly lift my ass up even more, just enough to ground down on his erection.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kitten,” he groans.
“Mmhmm,” I say dumbly, a haze of lust clouding my every thought.
He hisses when I reach down to grab him at the base so that his tip pushes inside of me. it’s aching slow and I feel every inch as he enters me. My stomach billows out and I feel my eyes start to water.
Matteo rolls my hips for me as I finally manage to take in all of him. Delicious heat slides up my spine and I’m impossibly full. Now adjusted, I start moving on my own, chasing my own pleasure.
I try to pick up the pace, but Matteo interrupts that by gripping the back of my neck and slamming me down onto his cock, regulating my rhythm and ensuring it’s still so slow. Slow enough that my breathing turns ragged.
My heart thunders in my chest as I look into his eyes. It feels deeper. We’re not fucking right now; we’re doing something else. Something painful and heartbreaking.
Something I also can’t put into words.
I move against him and he’s so warm and large and intense. My toes curl and my back arches when he holds my jaw in place and dips to place a kiss against my lips. I open my mouth, relishing the taste of him, the feel of him.
He’s like an addiction I can’t stop. One I never want to get rid of. Matteo’s eyes flutter shut when I slam down onto him before sliding from side to side, each movement punctuated with a harsh moan.
“Fuck, baby. I’m about to come,” he groans.
I reach down for my clit, strumming the nerve endings there in small, taunting circles. My toes curl up and I lock eyes with him as he continues to slam me down onto his cock. My orgasm sweeps through me and I clench my lips to muffle the scream that threatens to wrench out of my lips.
When I calm down, Matteo’s still going. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead and a glint of pain in his eyes that I don’t understand. His stomach tenses against mine and he fills me with his warmth with a harsh growl.
I fall down onto his chest, our heavy breaths synchronizing.When I feel a kiss against the side of my head, my heart skips a beat.
“Ti amo, principessa,” he whispers softly.
I fall still. And then my heart rate picks up so suddenly I’m surprised my heart doesn’t beat right out of my chest. I don’t know a lot of Italian but I’m pretty sure Matteo just told me he loved me.
And even worse, I don’t say anything back. I don’t think he expects me to.
We stay like that, with him inside me. And once we arrive at his place, he helps me clean up and look presentable enough to walk through the house.
While he heads up to Leo’s room to wish him good night, I head to my bedroom for a shower. And it’s while I’m in the shower that the thought finally lands the way it’s been threatening to for weeks.
The missed period. The first night. The way my body has felt quietly, imperceptibly different and I’ve been too stubborn to examine it.
I exhale through my nose and shut my eyes. I need to take a test. I have one in my bag I picked up a few days ago, but haven’t been able to bring myself to take it.
After my shower, I head back inside the room, riffling through my bags before my hand grasps the test.
With a shaky breath, I reenter the bathroom to take the test.
Please, please, please.
The next five minutes are spent waiting with bated breath. It feels like hours pass before it’s time to check what it says. When I finally manage to peel my hand off to see the screen, my heart slides down to my stomach.
The two lines it shows me are so deep, there’s no room for second guessing or doubt. My eyes well up with tears.
I’m pregnant.
I don’t know how long I stay in the bathroom. The thoughts pile up too fast to untangle. There’s shock in there, and something that isn’t quite fear but lives next to it, and underneath both of those things, quiet, inconvenient, undeniable, something that feels a lot like want.
I’m not ready to look at that last one yet.
Eventually I have to leave and get dressed. Matteo will come knocking down my door if I don’t head over to his bedroom. He’s been trying to get me to move into his fully but I’ve been stalling because it feels too permanent.
How ironic considering there’s absolutely nothing more permanent than having his baby.
He’s lying on the bed when I walk in, in nothing but black boxers. He has one arm behind his head, the other one holding his phone as he scrolls on it. His concentration breaks as soon as I walk in, though, his eyes sliding to me with a quiet intensity.
He’s so handsome it hurts.
“Are you okay, Kitten?” he questions, studying my face.
I crawl into bed beside him and he immediately wraps his arm around me.
“Yeah, it’s just been a long day,” I assure him.
We lay down and he pulls me into his chest. I listen to his breathing for a couple of seconds, until his gruff voice fills the air in the room.
“I meant it, Lindsay,” he says gently. “I’ll be here, waiting until you’re ready to say it back.”
Tears burn into the back of my eyelids as I screw my eyes shut. I have no idea how I’m going to tell him about the pregnancy. If I even should.