47. Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
Mateo
M ari is glowing in my arms, and I’m enraptured. The expression on her face when she came undone was one of pure ecstasy. It stole what little air I had left in my lungs.
This one time was enough to make me an addict. I need to see that look on her beautiful face again. I nearly exploded in my pants like an adolescent watching her letting go.
My cock is still painfully hard, and it’s going to carry the imprint of my zipper for days to come.
Mari presses her cheek against my chest, her breaths coming fast and shallow. Her warmth seeps through my shirt, grounding me in this moment.
She must hear how wildly my heart is hammering beneath her ear, each erratic beat betraying everything I feel for her. She doesn’t just affect me, she owns me in a way no one else ever has.
I tighten my arm around her, pulling her closer.
She is so mine.
No one else will ever see her like this, let alone touch her.
Is she really as inexperienced as I hope she is? The need to know suddenly consumes me.
“Is this the first time you had an orgasm with someone?” I ask, keeping my voice soft, not wanting to shatter the fragile, blissful bubble we’re wrapped in.
She turns beet red, answering my question without uttering a word.
“Good,” I rasp. The thought of another man’s hands on her, let alone inside of her, makes me murderous.
This possessive streak is new and completely unfamiliar. But she’s it, she is my One. It’s to be expected, right?
I embrace it with all that I am, because being a possessive fucker over my woman is who I am, new or not.
“Have you ever made yourself come?” I ask.
Impossible as it seems, Mari turns an even deeper shade of red and buries her face against my chest.
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. “Oh no, dolce mia , I won’t have that.”
Gently, I tilt her chin up, my fingers brushing her warm skin. “I want to see your face, your eyes, every expression that dances across your beautiful features.”
I watch her throat as she swallows hard, her eyes flickering up to meet mine shyly. Uncertainty lingers there, mixed with a hint of embarrassment.
Gently, I cup her cheek and lean in, brushing my lips softly against hers, a silent reassurance that she has nothing to be ashamed about. That she can trust me. That her secrets are safe with me.
Her delicate fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, gripping tightly as our lips meld together in perfect harmony.
“Have you?” I repeat my question when I pull back.
She drops her eyes from mine, unable to look at me.
“Mari.” I soften my voice. “There will be no secrets between us. There’s nothing you cannot tell me, now or ever. I want to know all of you. I love that no one has touched you before. I fucking love your innocence. It’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.”
Her eyes lift to mine again, darting between them as if searching for a hidden truth or unspoken sincerity. She needn’t look far, she’ll find both there. I could never lie to this woman.
Eventually, she shakes her head. “No, I mean, yes,” she says barely above a whisper, making it hard to hear over the beating music of the club.
I don’t press her this time, giving her the space to gather her thoughts.
“Umm, I mean…. I have… umm, touched myself and it was… umm, nice…. really nice…. but… but I could never get there.”
Fuck me dead!
Swallowing hard, her words sink into my psyche.
She’s never had an orgasm, ever.
She’s lived twenty years without experiencing the exquisite joy a good release brings.
Fuck me dead. But I said that already.
The significance of this moment strikes me like a bullet to the heart.
She truly is completely and utterly mine. In every way.
All her firsts belong to me. Seriously, I could cry with joy.
I move closer to her ear, not wanting anybody else to hear, even though it would be impossible given the loud music and our secluded spot in the club.
“When you played with yourself…” Fuck, I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s so deep, rough, and laced with an edge I didn’t know I had. “Did you ever push your perfect little fingers inside your wet, hot pussy?”
Mari’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red again, her blood rushing to her head while mine rushes decidedly south.
She shakes her head, her eyes dropping to her hands in her lap.
“Has anything ever been inside you?”
She shakes her head again, still avoiding my eyes.
“Not your fingers?” I repeat, needing another confirmation.
She shakes her head.
“Not a toy?”
Another shake of her head.
“Not even a tampon?”
I hold my breath.
Again, her head moves from side to side in a silent no.
My heart beats out of my chest and I let my head drop against hers.
MINE.
The lump in my throat grows. I cannot believe how lucky I am. Discovering I’m the first to ever be inside of her!
My possessiveness over this woman just skyrocketed tenfold. No, scratch that. Make it a hundredfold.
God, why did I have to start this here?
I need to get her home, need to be alone with her.
Nobody can see us back here, but still…
Even the thought of anybody hearing Mari’s little moans and whimpers drives me insane. Those sounds are for my ears alone.
I hadn’t planned on making her come for the first time in a crowded club. But I just couldn’t help myself. When she was grinding herself on my cock, I could feel the heat radiating straight from her pussy. My fingers were on the move before I could stop them.
And once I felt how wet she was for me, everything else around me fell away. I forgot where we were, my instincts taking over. I needed to see her come undone. It was the only thought on my mind.
I grasp her chin between my fingers and lift her face to mine, making sure I have her full attention. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself unless I’m watching. All your orgasms belong to me. Do you understand, dolce mia ?”
She stares at me, still a little dazed, her wide eyes flickering with uncertainty. Her lips part as if to speak, but no sound escapes. Instead, she presses them together, her thoughts visibly racing behind her expression.
I wait patiently for her to process my request, communicating to her with my eyes just how serious I am.
“Okay,” she finally replies, averting her gaze and nuzzling her face against my neck.
Her agreement settles something inside me.
I need to be the one looking after all of her needs.
Talking about needs. My cock is like granite, and my balls are tighter than a steel knot. I’m a man on the verge.
I shift beneath her, trying to get more comfortable and not bruise Mari with my rock-hard cock digging into her hip.
I wish I could disappear to the bathroom to take care of my dilemma, but now is not the time. Romeo approaches with Sorens in tow.
“Fuck,” I curse when I spot them.
Fuck, fuck, double fuck.
I need to get Mari home. I need more of her.
She’s still cradled against my chest, boneless and content, her breathing normal now.
I press a kiss to her forehead and whisper in her ear, “I’ll wrap this up as quickly as possible.”
She startles, having been lost in her own world. She notices the men approaching and tries to get off my lap, but I tighten my hold and keep her exactly where she is.
Now that I found her, I have no intention of hiding her.
Sorens doesn’t bat an eye as he settles into the chair opposite me, Julian, his ever-present right-hand man at his side. A couple of his women hover near him, but with a casual wave, he sends them off to the bar until our business is concluded.
Mari shifts on my lap, her unease palpable, and I rub a soothing hand over her back.
“Do you mind if I go dancing?” she asks me, her voice soft and hesitant.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes flicking to mine as if bracing for my reaction.
Do I mind?
Yes. Yes, I do.
But I won’t tell her that.
“Go on,” I say with a nod, keeping my voice steady even though I already know I won’t hear a word of this meeting while she’s out there.
She hesitates for a moment, as if unsure, then smiles before making her way to the dance floor.
I track her every step, unable to look away. When she reaches the center of the floor, the lights catch on her dress, highlighting the curves of her body as she closes her eyes and lets the music take over.
Her movements are tentative at first, but as the rhythm pulses through her, she begins to sway, her confidence growing with each beat.
God, she is stunning!
My heart pounds harder than the bass, drowning out Sorens’ voice entirely. He’s talking, but I couldn’t repeat a single word if my life depended on it. Romeo catches my eye and smirks, clearly aware I’m not paying attention. I’m relying entirely on him to handle this meeting.
Then some guy approaches Mari, an easy grin on his face as he steps into her space. My chest tightens as I watch him say something to her, leaning closer than he has any right to.
My protective instincts—no, let’s call it what it is, my possessiveness—kick in, sharp and immediate.
“Finish this,” I tell Romeo in as calm a voice as I can muster, while my fists clench at my sides.
I rise, trying to keep my movements slow and controlled when all I want to do is rush over and poke the guy’s eyes out for even looking at my girl.
The crowd parts for me as I stride toward her. My eyes stay locked on the guy leaning down, murmuring something in Mari’s ear. Her face is turned away, lips pressed into a tight line, her discomfort unmistakable.
My vision tunnels when the douchebag snakes his hand around her waist and pulls her against him.
She stiffens, her hands pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t let go. If anything, his grip tightens.
I see red.
Within seconds I’m behind him.
“Remove your hands from her and step away before you find yourself on life support.”