Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Sophia
The moment I said the words, I watched all the conviction seep out of his dark eyes, and I hid my smile.
Men, they were so easy to manipulate. Even a man as strong-willed and dominant as Matteo could be brought to his knees by the promise of sex.
And I was going to bring him to his knees by well, dropping to mine.
The idea had formed in my room when I had been pacing back and forth, and honestly, it made so much sense.
I had gone into this situation with some foolish romantic idea that things would be the same between me and Matteo. When in reality, even six years ago, everything he had said had been a lie anyway.
There was no me and him.
There never had been, and I had to start remembering that. The man I had fallen in love with wasn’t real, and even if he had been, this Matteo was going to marry someone else.
In his mind, I was nothing but a high-class call girl. A mistress and not wife material. It hurt, but I had been through worse pain because of him.
If Matteo wanted a mistress, I would give him a mistress. Hell, I would be the best damn mistress in the entire city and give him exactly what he wanted.
Me.
His eyes narrowed, darting down as I licked my lips. And there it was. That need.
“If you want me to?” Pressing my hands against his chest, I smiled down at him. Under my palm, his heart was thundering. Galloping away. Under my body, his cock was pulsating like it had a mind of its own.
I ground my hand down onto it.
His full lips parted. “I want you.” He sucked in a breath, a groan almost falling from his mouth as I continued to work him through his clothes.
I couldn’t help it. My eyebrows shot up.
He wanted me?
“I want you to taste me,” he amended quickly. Grabbing hold of my cheeks, he squeezed. “I want you to suck me so good that I forget how mad I am at you.” He squeezed tighter. “Is that understood? Can you do that?”
My face still caught in his vice-like grip, I nodded.
“Take my clothes off,” he ordered, letting go of my face. Confused, I stared at him. Had I heard him right, or was this some new test that I didn’t understand?
“I want your hands and mouth on me, Sophia.” Letting go of me completely, he motioned for me to stand up. I scrambled to my feet, watching him with wary eyes as he got to his feet as well. Towering over me, he ran his hands down the front of my blouse, flattening the material to my breasts.
“Actually, take your clothes off first,” he said gruffly. “I want to see you naked on your knees as I fuck…” He paused, his eyes appraising me as I began to undo the bottom buttons of my shirt slowly.
“Slower,” he ordered when I tugged it free and slipped it down my shoulders.
I slowed my movements. Made each one of them deliberate. It should have embarrassed me, but how could I be embarrassed around Matteo when he was looking at me with so much heat in his eyes?
Finally, I stepped out of my thong and reached for him, running my hands down his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.
I didn’t take as much time undressing him as I did myself.
Finally, we stood there naked. Each staring at the other like we didn’t know whether we wanted to fuck or kill each other, and honestly, it was always going to be a bit of both when it came to us.
“Sophia.” Groaning, he called my name. His eyes were hooded as I slid down to my knees.
“Yes, baby?” I smiled up at him, curling my hand around the throbbing base of his cock. I brought my lips to it, and without warning, took it into my mouth as far as it would go.
A low guttural sound filled the air around us.
Smiling around the thick cock in my mouth, I bobbed my head up and down towards him, taking as much as I could into the back of my throat and holding it there because that’s exactly how he liked it.
“Jesus.”
Flicking my eyes up to him, I watched his head fall back. He was losing himself in the feel of my wet mouth around him.
Matteo, feared crime boss, was literally coming apart in my mouth.
“Jesus,” he said again, and before I knew what was happening, his head snapped back up and our eyes locked. “Touch yourself, Sophia.”
I licked the entire length of him, tracing the veins with my tongue. He groaned again.
Lifting myself slightly, I worked him up and down with one hand, and with the other, I traced my folds.
I was wet.
Turned on almost as much as he was from what I was doing.
Damn him.
“Part those pretty pink lips and…”
I didn’t know what pretty pink lips he was talking about, but I didn’t wait for him to elaborate. Plunging two fingers into my sopping wet pussy, I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Fuck.” The word was drawn out. “Fuck that is the most beautiful sight in the world. You…” His voice shook.
I tried not to listen to him as he told me how beautiful I was. Or how he would never get tired of my lips around his cock.
I wouldn’t be fooled by those words anymore. The only reason I was giving him exactly what he wanted, was because I needed him to trust me enough to give me some freedom.
“Stop…”
I froze, the tip of his cock resting on my tongue, and lifted my eyes to him.
“Come here.”
“But you haven’t finished…” The words had barely left my mouth before he heaved me to my feet.
“As much as I love cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow it all down, Sophia…I have other plans.” Catching my hand, he drew my hand to his mouth. His lips closed around the two fingers that were coated in my juices.
Open-mouthed, I watched him suck them clean.
Not once did his eyes leave mine. Smouldering. That was the only way to describe the look he was giving me.
I felt even more dampness pool between my legs and squirmed.
Why did he have to look at me like that?
Like he wanted to eat me alive.
Devour me whole and…
He spun me around so quickly that I didn’t know what was happening before my chest was being pushed down onto the papers on his desk.
“You are too good at that, Sophia.” Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back, arching my back almost painfully. He pressed against my ass. “Are you sure you haven’t…”
There was fumbling between us, and my breath hitched as the thick head of his cock pressed against my opening.
“How many cocks have you sucked?” He edged forward an inch, parting me around him.
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered with need. “Yours,” I murmured. “Just yours.”
He froze, and suddenly I could feel his breath hot against my shoulder and the warmth of his chest pressing over my back.
“Is that the truth?” he hissed, and I could tell by his voice that he was finding it as hard as I was to hold still. “Is my dick the only one you’ve had? The only one you have ever wanted?” He rolled his hips, and the moan that escaped my lips was agonized.
Why wouldn’t he move? We both wanted this.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
Hand on the back of my neck, he slammed my head down and ploughed into me with an animalistic growl that rocked me forward with so much force that my hips bit painfully into the edge of his desk.
“You are mine.” Over and over again, he slammed into me, so hard and fast, so brutally, that the pleasure bordered on pain.
“Tell me.” Rearing upward, he wrapped one arm around my hips to protect them from the sharp edge of his desk and picked up his pace. “You belong to me. That you have always belonged to me.”
I had, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. If I did, that I would be admitting it to him, and it would give him power. Coming in here was meant to give me more power.
“Tell me you…”
Arching my back, I met each one of his thrusts with my body. The office was still and silent apart from the sound of our labored breathing and the hot, wet sound of our bodies meeting.
“I’m yours.” There was a hot, tight feeling gathering in my stomach, and it was threatening to send me over the edge, screaming.
How was it fair that he could cause me so much pleasure and so much pain all at the same time?
I loved him. I always had, but part of me hated him as well, and that hate was growing every day.
“Good.” The movements between my legs slowed, drawing almost all the way out only to slide back into the hilt.
It was a new type of pleasure and a new type of torture.
“Because I am never going to let you go.”
Again, I was spun around. Only this time, instead of forcing me down on my front, he pulled me into his arms and lifted me. His cock was back in my pussy before I could even blink.
I moaned again. How was it fair that he was so good at this? That he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed before I even did.
Buried deep inside, he found my lips and claimed them. His tongue swept into my mouth hungrily, moaning my name like I was the only thing that put oxygen in his lungs.
And it was the same for me. As much as I hated him, I loved him more, and nothing would ever change that.
Matteo was part of my very soul now. Even when we had been apart, there had never been anyone else.
Lips and tongues tangled together, he walked us out of the room and toward the bedroom. His walk was purposeful, and his cock was sliding shallowly in and out of my dripping pussy slowly and methodically.
We fell together onto the bed, me on top. The position pushed me into him even more until it felt like he was everywhere at once.
I was so full, more full of him than I had ever been.
Screaming, I pushed myself upright. Using his chest as leverage, I pulled almost all the way off, only to slam back down.
Too close, so close in fact, that I didn’t know what I was doing, except I needed more.
More of him, more of his cock.
More of the love and hate that seemed to make it so hot and passionate between us.
I’d never been on top before, but my body seemed to know what to do. It knew exactly what I wanted.
“Jesus.” Big hands reached up to cover my breasts as I lost myself in the feel of him rubbing every inch of me. “Jesus, Sophia.” Matteo's big hands squeezed and kneaded. “Fuck.” He didn’t seem to be able to complete a sentence.
I couldn’t either. I couldn’t even think.
Rolling my hips, I took what I needed and…
Throwing my head back, I screamed. The sound of it was full of all the emotions and needs I had been bottling up for years.
My whole body tensed and then turned to molten lava.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t…
“Sophia.” Wrapping his arms around me, Matteo surged upward to silence my screams with his lips. “I love you so damn much, Sophia.” He groaned, and I was sure he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
He bit down on my shoulder with a groan and emptied himself inside of me, painting me with his seed.
“I hope I got you pregnant.” He jerked upward again. One last time. “That way, you can never escape me.”
My eyes snapped open. Oh shit.