Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Matteo
I touched the dried blood on the corner of my mouth as the elevator barreled up toward our apartment. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her arms tighten around her body even more, and her eyes dart toward me. Catching my eye, she looked away quickly, and her lips thinned even more.
She thought I was going to punish her for that little tantrum, and I was, but I wasn’t sure how yet. And anyway, I was beginning to think maybe keeping her on edge might be punishment enough.
No.
I snapped my eyes forward as the doors opened straight into our living room.
No, she would need to be punished properly, and soon. Sophia had grown up in this world. She knew better than anyone that outbursts like that one weren’t allowed, especially for someone in her position.
Mistresses didn’t have rights. They didn’t have a say. They were there to look pretty and fall to their knees when they were told, and in return, I would look after her and make sure she didn’t want for anything.
Sophia had crossed the damn line.
Plus, she had made me bleed.
Again, I glanced at her, waiting for her to move first. I wasn’t going to trust her with my back at all. She was mad enough to do something stupid.
Like throw a vase at my face in a packed diner.
Sure, she had missed, and the small cut on my lip was from a small shard of crystal that had hit me in the face, but that wasn’t the point.
Motioning silently with my arm, I watched as she stomped forward without even looking in my direction, heading toward the bedroom.
I caught her wrist, spinning her around but not pulling her into my chest. We stood there, both of us angry and not even bothering to try and hide it.
Her anger and hatred rolled from her.
“Wait.”
“What?” she snapped.
“Where are you going?” My voice was level in a low, warning tone that should have told her just how much trouble she was in.
And in true Sophia fashion, she rolled her eyes and glared at me. “Away from you. While you’re here, I would rather just stay in my room.”
Cocking my head to the side, I studied her. “Then you will be in your room for a while. Because I’m not leaving.”
There was a second, just one second, where her eyes widened and a look of shock was in her eyes, and then she blinked, and it was gone. She shrugged. “Whatever, Matteo. It’s your house.”
“And you’re my woman.”
“Am I? Fuck.”
My eyes narrowed. “Living in England has given you a potty mouth, Sophia,” I warned. “The old you would never talk like that. I’m not sure I like it.”
Slowly and deliberately, she lifted her head. “You would have never put the old me in that situation. You would not have dared.”
She had a point there, but I didn’t say anything. “You may go to your room, but don’t think about coming out until you are ready to apologize.”
She flipped me the bird. “Whatever you say, dad.”
I bit back a laugh. “You’re acting like a child, Sophia,” I called out after her. My eyes were glued to her ass because it swayed so deliciously when she walked, and no matter how angry I was with her, I always liked looking at her.
“And you’re an asshole,” she said the second before the bedroom door slammed.
I stood there, half tempted to go after her, but that would just prove that she had gotten under my skin. It would give her the upper hand.
Shaking my head, I turned in the opposite direction. There was one room in this apartment that was for me, and that’s where I headed. My study.
Simply but comfortably furnished, I hadn’t planned on using it any time soon, but Sophia had forced my hand. She might have just ruined a business arrangement that could cost me a lot of money.
Yes, I had wanted to see her reaction to Franny, but I hadn’t expected such…violence.
Falling into the seat behind the desk, I stared at my phone and debated who to call next. Only my fingers didn’t move across the touch screen. Instead, I smiled.
She got jealous.
Part of the reason I had taken Sophia there was that I knew Franny was going to show up. I wanted to gauge her reaction and finally how she really felt.
If she had acted like she didn’t care, I would have known that her feelings for me were gone, but she hadn’t acted like that at all.
In fact, she had acted like a raging lunatic, and I was down for it.
Because that meant Sophia still cared, and that meant I could use her feelings.
A small knock sounded on the wooden door, and my head snapped up.
“Can I come in?” Pushing open the door a crack, Sophia popped her head inside.
“What do you want, Sophia?” Leaning back, I yawned. As much as I wanted her jealousy, I didn’t have time for her theatrics right now.
She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room like she hadn’t seen it before, even though I knew from watching the cameras that she had explored every inch of this apartment.
“I…” She scrubbed at her face with her hands before dropping them and meeting my eyes. And I could tell that she was struggling with something.
“I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I overstepped and…”
Leaning forward, I steepled my hands under my chin and took her in. She hadn’t changed out of the jeans and white shirt from earlier, but I liked her looking casual. I probably liked it more than seeing her in the sexiest of lingerie.
Not that it mattered what Sophia wore because she always looked beautiful.
But that didn’t mean I had to forgive her just like that. Not after what she had done.
“You’re apology isn’t accepted.” I went back to staring at the papers on my desk. Not actually reading them, just making myself look busy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her start, her eyes widening. “You what?”
I darted a look at her, and she blushed.
“I mean, I beg your pardon.”
I nodded my head solemnly. At least she had remembered what I had said about her language. So she might actually be learning.
“I do not accept.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “But you said…”
“Yes, I did, but you don’t mean the words coming out of your mouth, Sophia. I know you well enough to know when you are lying.” I speared her with my eyes. “And you are lying right now.”
She fell silent. Which told me everything I needed to know.
“So I think it’s best if you…”
She took a step into the room and let the door slam shut behind her. My head snapped up.
What was she up to now? Because it was something. I could see that by the wicked glint in her eyes that it was something.
“What can I do to make you believe me, Matteo? I don’t want to fight anymore, and I am sorry,” she cooed.
I gave a small shake of my head. She was not sorry. She was playing some game and thinking she could get away with it.
But in a way, we were both playing games. Both of us were so desperate to make the other one hurt more. It was childish, and if I was honest with myself, hot as hell.
After all, there was a thin line between love and hate, and Sophia and I were constantly walking the line in between.
“What can I do to make you believe me, Matteo?” she asked again.
“Crawl.” I said the word without thinking and watched as shock and ultimately horror tinted her cheeks red.
“W-what?” She stuttered even though I knew she had heard me.
Pointing to the rug I grinned. “Crawl to me Sophia,”
Her eyes narrowed into slits.
“Beg me to forgive you on your knees and I might,” I stressed the word might, “think about forgiving you.”
She didn’t move. Her lips worked like she was trying to say something, but no sound came out, either. She had probably gone over several scenarios before coming in here, but she hadn’t expected this.
One point in the game to me.
Finally, she swallowed hard, so hard, in fact, that I heard her throat move. “You want me to…” her voice broke into a croak, “crawl to you?”
“Yes.” One simple word. Not barked or shouted, but said softly without any anger, and I watched fear flicker into her pretty brown eyes.
“Matteo…” she began to say before sighing. “Fine.”
Leaning back in my chair, I watched silently as she fell to her knees. And then, taking a deep breath, she began to crawl across the rug toward me.
And it was a better image than I thought it would be because she looked stunning. Sexy, innocent, and completely and utterly submissive.
Plus, I could see right down the front of her blouse to the creamy swell of her breast.
She’d barely taken two steps before my cock was pushing at my zipper, demanding to be free so we could enjoy her properly.
“Slower,” I ordered when she had crossed more than half the distance between us.
Her eyes flashed for just a second before she went back to being the perfect submissive mistress for me.
Slowly, sensually, she crawled toward me, and I took in every one of her curves, enjoying the swell of her beasts visible down the neckline of her blouse, the movements of her round ass, and the sway of her hips.
My mouth watered
She made her way across the floor and around the desk.
A foot from my chair, I reached for her, dragging out the tie that held her hair from her face and letting her hair down.
Tilting her head up toward me, I saw something I didn’t expect.
Did she like this?
Was she enjoying this as much as I was?
My cock throbbed.
Giving me a shy look, she shook her long, glossy mane around her face.
God, I sucked in a shaky breath. This was meant to be me taking control of her again, but as always, she was making me crazy. My cock was so hard that it felt like it was going to burst free.
I rubbed my hand over the aching bulge and reached for her with the other hand, sliding it down the front of her blouse to cup her breast.
Her nipples were diamond hard. They rubbed so deliciously against my palm.
She really was turned on, and that just made this even hotter.
“Sophia…”
Running her hands up my legs, she lifted herself, and I went down to meet her. Our lips came together in a kiss so violent that our teeth clashed together.
The top three buttons of her shirt popped and scattered, baring more of her cleavage to me. My head dropped from her mouth to her jaw and then down her slender throat.
I wanted those perky little nipples in my mouth. I wanted…
Her hand pressed against my hard cock, palming it through the material of my pants.
“Let me prove to you how sorry I am, Matteo.” She licked her lips, leaving no doubt about what she wanted to happen next.
“Let me taste you.”