Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Matteo
Stepping out of the elevator and into my office, I could still feel her tight, warm lips wrapped around me. How welcoming her mouth had been.
But it was more than that as well. It was the way she had looked at me as I slid in and out of her throat.
The way her tongue lapped against me, and then when I finally couldn’t take anymore and coated her tongue and mouth with my seed, it had been the way she had swallowed it all down like it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
Even when she was on her knees, I wasn’t the one in charge. She was, and that was the reason I had left as soon as I had come, because she sucked the willpower right out of me.
If I had stayed, I would have made love to her, not fucked her. I would have forgotten that this was all about revenge and that she wasn’t the girl I had been in love with.
Sophia and her brother were up to something. I didn’t know what yet, but I was going to find out.
Nodding to the staff I passed, I locked myself in my office. It was only when the door closed that I let myself blow out a breath.
Maybe this was all a massive mistake. Sophia had always been a weak spot for me. Just the mention of her name was enough to send me into a rage for years and years. Now, she was back, and my cum was sitting in her belly because she had sucked me off so good.
“Pull it together, Matteo,” I mumbled to myself. Padding across the sleek wooden floor, I fell into the leather chair and pulled my laptop toward me. My fingers flew over the keys.
Sophia was up to something. She and her lousy, good-for-nothing brother. And I wanted to know what it was. She had given in to me too easily. And the way she wrapped her lips around me?
Stifling back a groan, I adjusted myself under the table just as the apartment flickered to life on the screen. Scanning it quickly, I found her in the kitchen. Which was the last place I expected her to be.
Did this new, more mature Sophia cook?
Yes, but mostly it looked like she was dancing as she made herself a simple sandwich. It was sweet and innocent and sexy as fuck. Almost instantly, I felt guilty. What had I expected? That she would hatch some plan with her brother the second I left?
Even if she was plotting something and I was pretty sure they were, she wasn’t stupid. No, Sophia was the brains of that family.
The brains and the beauty.
Settling back, I watched her, all the business lying on my desk forgotten as I watched her go about her day. She ate, she took a bath, she wandered around. She even had a nap on the sectional in the living room, and not once did I stop looking at the monitors.
It was like I couldn’t. This was a snapshot into her life now. Into the woman she had become when she had left me and taken my heart with her.
Time passed, but it didn’t mean anything to me. I was too lost in watching her.
“Matteo?”
I shook myself as a woman called my name again. “Hey.”
For a second, she looked nervous as she hung behind the half-closed door.
“What can I help you with…” I paused and frowned. What was her name? She had been running the front office for over a month, and yet, I couldn’t remember.
“Is it okay if I leave now, or do you need me for…”
Confused, I dropped my eyes to the antique watch on my wrist. It was almost seven p.m. Time had passed so quickly because I had been so engrossed in watching Sophia just do normal, everyday things.
“Of course. I didn’t mean to keep you for so long.” Pushing myself up to my feet, I smiled at her. “Go home to your family. I’ll close up here.”
“If you are sure, Matteo.”
“Of course. I’m going to head out to dinner myself.” Now that I realized the time, I was hungry. Maybe not for food, but for the woman I had left home alone for hours.
I wanted to eat her up until there was nothing else left.
But not right away. As much as I wanted her, I needed her to learn her place first, and I had the perfect place to take her.
An hour later, I was pushing my way into the apartment.
“Matteo?” At the sound of my key in the door, she had scrambled up. Her face was sleepy, like she had been napping. “I didn’t expect you to come back.”
“I thought you might be hungry.” Striding toward her, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to grab her and force my tongue into her mouth.
I wanted to kiss her more than I wanted my next breath. Every time I thought I could ruin her, she would look at me with those soft brown eyes, and I was back to being a lovesick puppy again.
“I’ve eaten.”
“Let me rephrase that for you, Sophia. I want to take you out for dinner,” I said firmly. “There’s a dress in the closet. It’s black velvet. I would like you to wear it and get ready while I shower. Is that understood?”
“No one wears velvet—"
My eyes flashed. “You do. Now go. I’m hungry and…”
I let my eyes travel up and down her body. Those curves were just screaming for my hands on them, and my cock wanted to be reacquainted with the feel of her pussy so badly it was all I could think about.
If she didn’t hurry up and dress, then we wouldn’t leave the apartment tonight.
“You got it.” Without another word, she walked away, the perfect picture of demure submission.
She was still the perfect picture when we took our seats in the most hip restaurant in the city. Taking my usual seat in the corner, I watched as she reached for her own chair, the host rushing forward to do it for her.
“No need for that,” I snapped at him and watched as his eyes darted away from her cleavage guiltily. Had he really been checking out her tits when I was right here? It was clear she was with me.
Not that I blamed her. Sophia looked like a million bucks, but she was here with me, and his eyes should have been on her face or somewhere else in this room.
He was lucky I didn’t pluck those eyes out and feed them to him.
“She will be sitting here with me.”
They both turned to me in shock, both wearing mirroring confused expressions.
In answer, I tapped my knee. Sophia’s eyes widened, her mouth pink and shiny-looking with lip gloss.
“Of course, sir. Your waitress will be over with your water shortly. Enjoy your meal.” He scuttled away, looking like the proverbial kicked puppy.
“Come and sit down, Sophia.” Again, I patted my knee.
“I can sit—"
I cut her off. “Right here. Now.”
Her sigh was heavy, but she moved around the table and perched where I had tapped. Hooking an arm around her waist, I pulled her more firmly onto my lap, forcing her right over my hard cock.
“This isn’t necessary, Matteo. We can be seen together without this show of—"
Flicking her glossy hair over her shoulder, I brushed my lips over her shoulder. “You should have thought about that before you flirted with another man in front of me, Sophia. As my woman…” My hand skimmed up her thigh, parting her legs inch by inch.
“I wasn’t flirting.”
It might have been my imagination, but I was sure there was almost a whimper in her voice.
“And I’m not your woman.”
The tops of her thighs trembled.
“Yes, you did, and yes, you are.” Stopping at the very apex of her thighs, my hands squeezed. “So you will sit here, you will eat everything I tell you to. and you will smile and giggle and be my woman. You won’t talk to another man. You won’t even look at them, is that understood?”
Twisting in my arms, she glared at me. “And what if I say no?”
Throwing back my head, I laughed. The tips of my fingers brushed against the hem of her panties over and over again.
She whimpered again, and I knew I had her. She wanted this. Sophia still wanted my hands on her.
Lowering my face to her ear, I nipped at it. “You won’t say no, Sophia, because you want me to make you cum. But you don’t want me to make you scream in front of all of these people, do you?”