Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Sophia
“This isn’t home.” Still tipsy for nine hours of champagne and Matteo’s familiar, insistent kisses, I looked around. The space wasn’t huge like his father’s house had been.
In fact, it was perfect. It was the kind of apartment looking over the park that I had once dreamed of living in.
“I mean, it’s not your home,” I said in a rush.
Kicking the door shut behind him, he slid his hands around my waist, and I tensed.
“It’s your home.” Clasping his hands against my lower stomach, he pulled me flush against him so not even a fraction of an inch was between us. “For the foreseeable future.” He ground against me, pushing the thick line of his cock into the groove of my ass.
I couldn’t help it. I pushed back. Nine hours of his kisses were enough to push me to the very edge. It had been six years since I had felt the pressure of a man’s hands on my body.
Six years of being so frustrated that—
“I can’t bring you to my home.” Flicking my ponytail out of the way, Matteo’s lips descended on my skin.
“Not when I’ll be entertaining in the future…
” He licked a long line up the side of my throat.
“I need and want you here, Sophia, in this room, waiting for me. Just like I’ve been waiting for you.
” Sucking my earlobe into his mouth, he nibbled. “I should have taken you on the plane.”
“Wait?” It was like my senses all came back all at once. “You’re keeping me in a separate home because you’re engaged.”
Matteo’s grip tightened on me, his lips kept sucking and nibbling until I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.
“Not yet. One day soon. I’m at the age where…”
His words dropped off when I tore my way out of his arms.
“Come on, Sophia. You know what this is.”
Hands clenching and unclenching at my sides, I stared at him. Of course, I knew what this was. I had just forgotten because his kisses on the plane had been so sweet.
“Yes, I do. Would I be able to have a shower before I have to do my womanly duty?” I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes.
“Off of the master bedroom.” He pointed down the hallway to the door at the end. “It’s attached to the dressing room. I’ll meet you in there.” Matteo’s eyes darkened. “Unless you want me to join you in the shower.”
Pursing my lips, I walked away. Matteo was an asshole. I didn’t know how I had forgotten. Even growing up, he had always been overbearing.
And then came the few months when he hadn’t been. Those months had been the best and happiest in my life, and I had loved him so much that no one could come close.
Barely looking at the bedroom or the dressing room with its rows upon rows of clothes and shoes, I stripped and stepped into the glass and marble shower.
A bath would have been better, but I didn’t want to be naked any longer than I needed to be, just in case Matteo lost patience and came looking for me.
Or more specifically, in case he came looking for me and I melted into his arms like a thirsty bitch.
Ten minutes. Just enough time to rinse off and wash my hair with the expensive shampoo and conditioner in the shower. When I stepped out, my clothes were gone. In their place was a creamy satin robe.
Had he been in here and watched me shower? What kind of asshole did that?
But of course I knew the answer to that. Matteo did.
Tying the robe around my body, I found him in the dressing room. Right in the center, on a chair that hadn’t been in the room before.
“What…” Eyes darting around, I frowned. There was a bundle of clothes on his lap. Scraps of lace and silk.
“I see.”
He wanted me to put on a little show for him.
“So what should I try on first?” I pointedly looked from the pile of clothes on his lap to the racks of designer things surrounding us.
Not saying a word, he handed the first item over, and our fingertips touched over the silky teddy. Our eyes locked, and there was so much heat in them. Heat that I knew was mirrored in my eyes.
Degrading, that’s what this was. So why did I want to model every single scrap of material on his lap for him? I wanted to see how far I could push him before he grabbed for me again because I wanted to be grabbed.
As crazy as it sounded, I wanted him again.
And there was no shame in that. It was why I was here. I was his mistress.
I was doing this for my brother and my family, so I might as well enjoy it, right?
“You can…” His words stuttered to a stop as I let the robe fall off my shoulders and then slowly slip into a pool of satin around my feet.
“I’ll change here.” I slipped into the barely there underwear easily. There wasn’t much to slip into after all. And then I stepped back, cocking out a hip as he let his eyes wander up and down my body.
I knew I looked good. Pregnancy had given me more curves. It had softened me.
“How do I look?” Standing there in front of him, I smiled. “Do I pass? Or are we throwing this one out?”
Leaning back on the chair, he studied me, a sly smile playing across his sinfully delicious mouth. “What are you doing, Sophia?”
Feigning innocence, I shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m being what you wanted, aren’t I? Now is this one a keeper or…”
“It’s a keeper,” he said gruffly and handed me the next one.
That’s how it went. Over and over for a dozen lingerie items. His eyes never left my body, and he wanted to keep everything, but he didn’t talk to me again.
It was like he was trying to figure out what my game was. I didn’t have one. Not really. I just needed to get through the next few days until Gio came by and told me what I needed to do, and—
“Stop.”
I froze. The strap of a lacy white bra was falling down my arm.
“Come here, Sophia.” He was holding out his hand, and I took it. I was almost dancing toward him in the tiny thong and bra that was virginal and white, but left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Matteo’s fingers were warm and rough against my palm as he pulled me toward him.
“Oh, is this the first one you don’t like?”
Matteo’s eyes bugged out of his head. “I like this one most of all. Virginal and white for my almost virgin.” A hand closed over my hip and squeezed. “So let’s not play any games, Sophia. I know what you are trying to do.”
“And what’s that?” I asked sweetly.
“You’re trying to get control, but let’s be clear. You’re not the one in control, Sophia. I am.” Lifting his chin, he smiled at me. Only it wasn’t a nice smile. Sure, it was full of lust, but there was no kindness in it.
He didn’t even look like he liked me.
“Knees.”
Doing a double-take, I stared at him. “What?” Surely he hadn’t just ordered me onto my knees like that? Like I was some common….
“I want you on your knees, Sophia.” A finger stroked across my cheek and across my lips. And before I knew what I was doing, I opened them for him.
“Seeing you in this reminds me so much of the first time I had your mouth on me. You were wearing white lace that night as well, weren’t you?”
“Was I? I don’t remember,” I lied. Truth was, I remembered every single time I had been with Matteo, from our first kiss to all the times we had fooled around, right up until the night he had made love to me for the first time and my whole life had imploded.
“Or have you forgotten how I like it, Sophia?”
“I…Matteo.”
“Come on, Sophia, you’ve been trying to seduce me for the last hour.” Leaning back, he motioned. “So, seduce me. It’s not like you haven’t had my cock in your mouth befor—"
Glaring at him, I fell to my knees before he could finish the sentence. My hands slid up his firm, muscular thighs.
A look passed over his face that was wild and predatory. Hot as hell. My core clenched. He was right, of course. I had been trying to gain some control by seducing him, and it looked like it had backfired.
Maybe.
“You’re right,” I said innocently, my hands sliding up his thighs to the buckle of his belt. It was only then that I paused and met his eyes.
“I have done this before, haven’t I?” Slowly, I unclasped it, drawing the rich leather free and popping open his top button.
“Yeah.” Matteo’s voice shook, and it looked like he was going to reach for my face, but at the last minute, he simply flexed his fingers at his side and waited.
This was it. He expected me to be with him sexually. Not because there were any feelings between us now, but because that was what I was to him: a sexual object.
My hand delved inside his pants, pushing past his boxer briefs to curl around the thick, throbbing flesh inside.
Matteo hissed. “Jesus, I’ve waited for your hands on me again for so long,” he mumbled.
So had I. I’d just been fooling myself that I had forgotten him. Or the way he made me feel.
All of those feelings came back in a rush. My core clenched, and dampness pooled in my panties.
“Like this?” Not breaking eye contact, I slipped him free, sliding my tight fist up and down his veiny length with slow, steady strokes until he let out a mumbled curse and his eyes rolled.
Maybe we didn’t have feelings for each other anymore, but the sexual chemistry was still there, and that couldn’t be denied.
“Or…” shuffling forward, I swirled my tongue around the thick, purple-red head of his manhood before swiping straight across it, capturing the little bead of salty goodness that was leaking from him.
Leaking for me.
“Sophia.” Another moan, and this time he let his head fall back between his shoulder blades. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fuck, yeah.” His voice shook. “Just like that.”
I cut him off. Bending over his thighs, I opened my mouth wide and then closed it around him. My lips made a tight ring around him. I bobbed down and then back up.
It had been a long time since I had done this. A long time since he had taught me how he liked it. But I remembered everything.
And I was in control.
Right now, with my lips around his cock I was in control and I knew it.
Keeping my lips around him, I traced the thick vein with my tongue, using it as a road map to make him crazy.
“Sophia.” Both hands came down, scooping my hair from my face so he could see me better. So he could watch the show I was putting on.
Hands still in my hair, he began to guide me. Faster and faster, he forced more and more of his thick, pulsating cock into my mouth. It was more than I had ever taken before.
His hips lifted off the chair, thrusting up to meet my lips until all semblance of me having control left me.
I wasn’t in control at all. I probably never was.
“That’s it,” he cooed, smashing my head down as far as it would go. His cock, so thick that my jaw was already aching, filled my throat, and for a second, I panicked.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but stare up at him with my eyes streaming.
And the look he gave me was everything. It was so full of awe that my throat instantly relaxed around him
Maybe I was more in control than I thought, because Matteo looked like he was in heaven. Every part of his face went slack except his eyes, which bored into mine with so much heat that I moaned. The vibrations from my murmur flowed over him.
Using his thighs as leverage, I took him in as far as I could again, and this time he held me there, filling my mouth and throat until it felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled completely away from my lips and stood.
Panting, I stared up at him. Absently, I reached up and wiped the drool from my lips.
“Stop.”
I froze, my fingers halfway to my lips.
“Let me look at you like that,” Matteo growled out, fisting his cock up and down with jerky movements. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “My dirty little wh—"
I shot him a look, and he stopped mid-sentence with a wry grin. “Open up for me, Sophia.” He swiped his thumb against my lips. “Open your lips and your throat and let me-“
He plunged forward with no warning at all. He slammed into the back of my throat. Both of his hands scraped against my scalp as he held me in place.
It took me ten seconds before I relaxed again. I lapped at him with my tongue even as he plunged in and out of me. I suctioned my lips around him, sucking hard.
And the entire time, my clit throbbed. I was aching for him to fuck my pussy like he was fucking my mouth.
“Sophia,” he grunted. Holding my head perfectly still, he gave one short, shallow thrust and came.
It slid down my throat so fast that I almost gagged. Then, he filled my mouth and coated my tongue.
“That was—" He shook his head. “I’ll get you a tissue or—"
A tissue? I frowned. Tilting my face up, I swallowed it down, licking my lips so I didn’t miss a single drop.
He tasted sweet but salty all at the same time.
“Oh.” A lazy smile spread across his face for a second before a line appeared between his eyebrows. Taking a deep breath, he swiped his fingers against my bottom lip. “That was fun, thanks.”
My eyebrows shot down? Thanks? Was that all he was going to say?
“Rest and make yourself at home.” Stepping away, he tucked himself into his pants and walked away, leaving me on my knees in the middle of the room surrounded by scraps of lace and silk.
“Matteo, where are you going?” My voice shook, and I hated that.
“I have some business to deal with,” he called out over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”