Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Matteo
“Always, and that just makes me hate you even more.”
I didn’t know what made me say it, but it was too late to unsay the words, and even if I could, I wasn’t sure I would.
Sophia needed to know the truth: that I would always hate her for what she had done. For the fact that our love meant so little to her that she had left in the middle of the night, just minutes after we had planned our future together.
She had thrown away everything we had and run away. Why? Because her brother and her parents’ people had told her I was to blame for their deaths?
I knew the rumors, I knew why Gio had retaliated. I didn’t care much about losing my closest friend, but her? I thought she knew me better.
Sophia had not only ripped my heart out, but shredded it as well. And this was what was left. This shell of a man, who felt nothing but hatred.
And that hatred warred with my other feelings for her. Maybe the love would have won, but she kept lying to me.
Not outright, but there were definitely things she was hiding from me.
Sophia side-stepped the truth like a pro, and I was tired of it.
I smashed my mouth on hers, silencing her before she could speak and make me even angrier with her. She met the first swipe of my tongue with an angry one of her own. Her hands yanked at my hair, pulling on it so hard that my scalp hurt, but not enough to get me away from her.
Every swipe of my tongue, she met with her own. Our breaths mingled, angry, needy sounds filling the glass confines.
I lifted her higher, my hands squeezing her soft, naked ass until she ripped her mouth away from mine and groaned. “I hate you,” she moaned again.
“Good.” Dropping my lips to her throat, I flexed into her, feeling the dampness between her legs pool and then soak the front of my slacks.
She was beautiful and naked and dripping for me, and there were too many clothes between my body and hers.
I wanted to feel her skin on mine.
No, not wanted, I needed to.
It had been six years, and I’d had her here over a week, and not once had I been inside her body.
Now it was all I could think of.
Dropping her to her feet, I slammed her back into the tile. My hand closed around her skin again. Only this time, when I squeezed, she didn’t look scared. She looked passionate.
“Because I hate you too.” Reaching out, I twisted the water on, soaking us both in its warm spray. “But fuck, you are beautiful.”
In fact, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, with her wet curls and the way the shower water drifted lazily over her breasts.
I covered one with my hand and squeezed. My palm brushed against the diamond-hard nipple. Dropping my head, I sucked it into my mouth, coaxing it up with firm strokes of my tongue until she was whimpering above me.
The sound alone made me groan. Why did she have to do that? Sound like that? Taste like that. Be so damn perfect that it felt like I was losing my mind anytime I was close to her.
I bit down, and she gave a hissing cry. Ignoring her, I grated my teeth against the hard bud, worrying it.
And then I let go, and she cried out as the blood rushed back.
“Fuck you, Matteo,” she panted. “That hurt.”
I licked at the nipple, soothing the sting away. “Oh, I know.”
“What?”
I didn’t answer her at first. Instead, I dipped my hands between her thighs. Thighs she parted for me without me even asking.
“I said…” screwing one finger into her as far as it would go, I lifted her onto her tiptoes, “that I am going to fuck you,”
Jesus, I bit back the urge to rip my clothes off and take her right now. She was so tight. Tight and wet and hot. Just like she had been all those years ago.
“I’m going to make you cum.” Another finger, and then my pace increased. Curling my fingers inside her, I rubbed the spot that I knew would make her cum and cum hard.
“Matteo.” Sophia’s hands gripped my shoulders, desperate moans falling from her lips as the water poured down on us.
“I’m going to make you scream my name, Sophia, only my name.”
She clenched around me, her walls fluttering.
“Oh God.” Her head fell back with a bang. The sound of it was loud even over the sound of the water and our heavy breathing.
“Not God.” Twisting my fingers, I plunged them into her again. “You have no other god but me. Tell me you’re mine,”
“Never.” She turned her face away, only for me to grab it back and find her lips again.
“Tell. Me. You. Are. Mine.”
She was close, so close that her wet channel was gripping me like a vice.
I wanted her to cum now, so I could sink into her and make her do it again, only this time around my aching cock.
“Fuck.” Sophia’s hands found the front of my soaking wet shirt and tugged. Buttons scattered. She ran her hands down my chest, tracing every ridge and muscle. Growling out some profanity that I didn’t understand, she reached for my pants.
“Fuck you,” she gritted out as the button popped and her hand delved downward.
“I would rather fuck you.” Fighting the urge to close my eyes, I flexed myself into her hand, fucking it like I was about to fuck her pussy.
“I am going to fuck you,”
It happened suddenly, not like all the times before when I had made her tremble with my fingers. There was nothing slow about this. Her head snapped back, her back arched, and her teeth gnashed together as she tried to bite back her screams.
“Scream for me, Sophia.” Keeping my fingers deep inside of her, I kept working her even as she clamped around me.
Wetness soaked my palm, the kind of wetness that had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with what I was doing to her.
I lifted her, only removing my fingers when she wrapped her legs around me again.
Desperately, we clung to each other. Angry, in love, and every emotion in between.
Pushing my pants down my thighs, I gripped myself and lined myself up with her wet entrance. She had said I was the only man she had ever been with, and I knew I should be gentle with her.
I knew that, but I slammed into her anyway. One thrust upward, and I speared her completely.
Another scream broke through the noise of the water, but I swallowed it down with my mouth on hers.
She was tight; tighter than I remembered, if that was possible.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the fluttering remnants of her orgasm gripped every inch of me. “Sophia,” I groaned.
Why did she feel so good? Why, why, why?
That’s all I seemed to ask myself when it came to her. Why? But I knew the answer.
She was Sophia.
That was answer enough.
“Don’t stop.”
Stop? Pinning her to the tiles, I ploughed into her. Over and over again. There would be no stopping. Not ever. We might hate each other, but we loved each other just as much.
This passion, my need for her, it would never go away, and one day it might just rip me apart, but that day wasn’t today.
Today I just wanted to forget the past for a few hours and enjoy her.
Bending my knees, I lost myself in the feel of her pussy. Her cries filled my ears and drew my balls up painfully tight.
I had waited six years to have her again, and now I did. I was never going to let her go.
“I’m going to…” Breathlessly, she raked her sharp little nails down my back, scratching me bloody. Not that I cared. She could shred my back, she could do anything she damn well pleased just as long as…
I came.
Like a virgin who couldn’t control himself, I got there before she did, coating her insides with my seed. Over and over again, I came, my thrusts jerky and shallow.
“Fuck.” Finally spent, I dropped my head down to hers, finding her eager and waiting mouth. “Fuck I’m sorry.”
Her lips curved against mine. “It’s okay.”
Except it wasn’t okay. It would never be okay.
Leaving the shower running, I wrapped my arms around her. Securing her on my dick that was still pulsating inside of her. I stepped out of the shower, and I walked us toward the bed.
We fell together into the middle of the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and greedy, needy mouths.
“Stay.” Heaving myself up, I pinned her arms to the bed and tried to untangle myself from her thighs.
She held on even tighter. “Still.” Puffing out a breath, I fought against the urge to begin moving inside her again.
It wouldn’t take me more than a few seconds before my cock would be steel hard again.
“Matteo…” Her eyelids fluttered and hid her beautiful brown eyes from me.
“There’s one thing I’ve always wanted to do to you, one thing I’ve dreamed of.
” Peppering kisses down her slim body, I placed kisses over both her breasts and then lower, kissing over the white stripes on her stomach.
She sucked her stomach in, and I wanted to scream at her not to do that, but her pussy was suddenly right in front of my face.
Pink glistening folds, my cum dripping out of her and mixing with her own release like icing from a cake. I licked my lips, blowing a slow breath over her until she shivered.
“Matteo.”
Lowering myself, I parted her thighs further. My lips just an inch from her clit, I lifted my eyes to hers.
“Let me.”
“Let you do what?”
“This.” And then I sucked her clit into my mouth.
The taste of her exploded into my mouth, all sweet muskiness. I couldn’t help it, I groaned. My cock came bursting back into life and almost demanded to be buried back inside of her.
She tasted like…like…
Well, she tasted exactly how she smelled: heady and intoxicating. This was the kind of pussy that a man could easily get addicted to.
But hadn’t that always been the way it was? I'd been addicted to her for years, and no amount of time had dampened the overwhelming urge I had to make her mine.
Maybe not forever, because with our pasts, it just wasn’t doable, but right here and now, I could make her body mine.
I’d already made her cum, it was leaking out of her mingled with mine, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her gush.
And I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I’d always wanted to taste her.
Flicking my tongue in sharp little movements against her clit, I felt her body tense and grinned against her.
She liked that.
Flattening my tongue, I swiped it up from her ass to her clit, parting her with my fingers so I could lap into her like a cat drinking cream.
Her cream, but mine as well.
“Matteo.” She called out my name in a husky moan, her fingers reached down to tangle in my hair. “That feels…”
She was so beautiful that sometimes it was easy to forget how she didn’t have much experience. The only man she had ever been with was me.
And I hadn’t gotten to do this to her six years ago, but I was going to make up for it now.
“You taste…”
I gave her another long lick before I plunged my tongue inside of her, and there was no more time for talking.
“Oh my God, Matteo.” Sophia’s back arched up off the bed, her head thrashing back and forth as I licked her from the inside out. Slowly, methodically, because I needed to find out what she liked.
Keeping her legs parted with one hand, I brought the other one to her breasts and squeezed. My eyes scanned over her face, and I made an appreciative sound in the back of my throat.
It was more than the taste of her, or even the feel of her. It was this. Again, my eyes scanned her face. It was the look of pure bliss and abandonment on her face that was driving me insane.
How could it be that she enjoyed everything I did to her?
It was like she was made for me.
But then, hadn’t I always thought that way?
Letting out a sigh of pure longing, I hooked my fingers into her, pushing my cum into her body, plunging into her pretty pink pussy with my fingers over and over again.
She was so perfect, and I couldn’t get enough, not ever, and that was why she was so dangerous.
“Matteo,” she moaned again.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum for me so I can coat my face and lips in your…”
I pushed my face into her, licking, sucking, nibbling on every single inch of her sensitive, glistening flesh until…
She came almost silently with a sharp, whistling inhale, and her back arched up like she was possessed. It was only my hands on her body that kept her on the mattress.
My eyes snapped open, taking in her face as she creamed over my lips, and I licked her clean.
She looked like she was in heaven, but wasn’t that exactly what this was?
Heaven for both of us.
One last swipe of my tongue against her, and I climbed up her body and captured her mouth with mine so she could taste us as well.
Heaven.
I didn’t know when I had last been so happy.
So why was I about to spoil everything again?
Why?