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14. Violeta

Shut up and kiss me.

The restaurant was busy when I arrived. I looked down at my phone to make sure I had read Paola’s text right.

She said she was running late from seeing a friend.

Matteo would meet me at Amoré and she would come down as soon as possible.

From the brochure in my room, it said it was the fanciest restaurant which made me feel very under dressed in a simple black dress.

“Reservation?” The hostess asked in English.

Shit, I had no idea what name it was under.

“I’m Paola and Matteo’s guest, I was told to come down but—”

“Ms. Vega, this way.”

A man dressed in a suit ushered me in, leading me to a secluded table by the kitchen. No one was there yet. I thanked the man and I was left alone.

Me: I’m here.

I texted Paola.

A server brought water to the table and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered a glass of champagne, worried that I might end up eating alone. Ten minutes went by with no text from Paola or Matteo showing up. Unease curled in my gut.

“Sorry, I had to help with the front desk.” Matteo walked to the table unbuttoning his maroon jacket.

His pants were the same color and fuck my life he looked good.

“Where is Paola?” He finally noticed I was alone.

“She texted me she was running late, to come down and wait for y’all,” I said, looking away as my cheeks felt warm. “I’ve texted her twice and no answer.”

Matteo looked at me amused. “Y’all?”

“It slips out sometimes. I’m from Texas and I can’t help it,” I scowled.

“It was cute,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

A server dropped off a drink for Matteo without him even ordering.

I raised my eyebrows. “Damn, are the waiters telepathic here or are you so spoiled all you have to do is enter the restaurant and they know your order.”

Matteo narrowed his eyes, still looking amused.

“Perks of your family owning the hotel,” he shrugged. “I actually don’t come here as often as I should.”

“Must be nice to have the option to come whenever you want,” I said, as another server came by asking Matteo what he wanted to order for the table in Italian.

“Can I order for you?” Matteo asked in English.

I said yes before I chickened out, curious what he would order for us because nothing on the menu sounded bad.

He fired off a few dishes, and then asked what the chef had for today. I tried not to admire how devastatingly handsome he was. He was courteous to the server and asked nicely about a few things. It was a side of him I had yet to see, even though Levi swore his friend was amazing.

“Damn, that sounded like a lot of food,” I said as the server left.

“I asked him to keep the portions small so you could try more of the menu,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“That’s thoughtful. I might actually think you’re nice,” I teased.

“I just don’t want you to report back to Levi saying I was mean or worse, I ruined your dream,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Have to make sure it leaves a lasting impression, we can’t have your dream be unmemorable.”

I didn’t think that was possible, not with how sweet Matteo was being. There was a lot more to him and I could see why Levi had a crush on him. Even his snark was a little adorable.

“Leave it to Paola to leave us hanging,” Matteo said, as we walked to the elevator.

“Does she do this often?” I chuckled, feeling very good after a few drinks and an amazing dinner.

“I fear my sister had ulterior motives or she met up with one of the workers from here she likes to think no one knows about,” he said, pushing the button to call the elevator.

“Ulterior motives? My money is on the guy,” I said, walking into the elevator with him.

“It’s a chick,” he said, as the elevator took us up.

“Oh, hell yeah. Good for her,” I said, as the elevator stopped.

Matteo chuckled, taking my hand and leading me to a set of stairs and out to the roof of the hotel.

“Where the hell are we going?” I asked, as the cool night air hit me, appeasing my overheated skin.

“You said you love stars,” he said, as we passed the pool and a cabana.

“In the pool? I don’t have a bathing suit,” I said, as we kept walking.

“Yeah, I don’t think swimming is ideal, we’ve been drinking,” he said, opening a cabana that was facing the lake.

“Fuck, this is gorgeous,” I said, slipping off my heels walking to the edge of the building.

The view was spectacular. It was everything I had dreamed of and more.

“Matteo, what—” I turned around, startled when I noticed he was right behind me.

“Just making sure you don’t fall,” he smirked.

“I’m not that drunk.” I slapped his chest.

Ugh, why did he feel so solid and why the hell was he so sexy?

“I didn’t say you were,” he chuckled. “Come on, I opened the cabana, you can gaze without falling on your ass.”

“Think you're so cheeky, huh?” I muttered, walking to the cabana and lying down. “I think I need another drink if—”

Matteo handed me a red drink as I laid back.

“Damn, how did you manage to make me a drink so fast?” I grabbed the straw while taking a long drink.

It tasted mostly fruity and I downed the drink quickly.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said, taking the empty drink from me.

“I was thirsty,” I grinned, as he sat down next to me.

“Sip, not chug,” he tsked.

I shrugged, getting comfortable, looking up at all the beautiful stars.

“Damn, this is perfect,” I sighed. “I would kill for a view like this every day.”

“Just move to Lake Como,” he said, like it was an easy feat.

“God, I wish I could,” I said, getting more comfortable, looking over at him.

He was still looking up, holding his glass on his chest. I realized he had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. There was no sign of a scowl on his handsome face, making him look younger. I liked this version of Matteo.

“You could find a remote job, find a cute home here and live out your dreams,” he said, like it was the easiest thing to achieve. “Living with wishes is not a way to live. You want a change? Will it into being.”

“You make it sound simple,” I said, rolling onto my side to look at him.

“It can be if you want it to be,” he said, looking over at me. “What’s holding you back? What do you have to lose?”

I opened my mouth with a witty retort, but nothing came out because he was right. I had nothing holding me back. My parents were furious with me, no man was holding me back. The only people who I would truly miss were my brother and his family.

“Nothing,” I whispered. “My family is upset with me right now. I’d miss my brother and his family, but nothing is calling me back to Texas.”

He nodded, like he was absorbing what I was saying.

“Did they cut you off? What happened?” He finished his drink, turning towards me, leaving his head in his hand.

Should I tell him? After this I would never see him again, right? At least I didn’t think I would but then it did seem like fate kept making us run into each other.

“I ran away from a marriage they arranged for me,” I said, exhaling harshly.

“My father wanted me to marry his business partner’s son.

We used to be childhood friends, so when they suggested the union, I thought, why not?

I loved him before I left town and he was someone familiar.

It would also make my parents proud and sadly I craved their approval.

Except Lorenzo wasn’t who I thought he was anymore.

He was cruel and as time went by, I couldn’t do it anymore.

I left the day we were supposed to get married with my wedding dress and tennis shoes. ”

Matteo looked at me with a neutral expression. My anxiety spiked after I had said too much, but once I started I couldn’t stop.

“Sorry, I—”

“They arranged a marriage for you. For what? He was already his partner and it's like, what, you needed to seal the deal?” he said, getting angry. “Who uses their daughter like that? And if marrying a complete douchebag is the only way to earn their approval, fuck them, Vi. You’re worth more than what you can give to your parents.”

Something loosened in my chest. It was something I needed to hear, but didn’t know I needed it. My eyes teared up.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to insult your parents,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean—”

I hadn’t thought it through and maybe it was stupid, but hearing him defending me was hot as hell. I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. When we were at the festival, we didn’t kiss once and I had wondered more than once, what his kisses would feel like.

Matteo took over the kiss, stroking my lips with his tongue for entry. He kissed me with an unhurried stroke from his tongue, exploring my mouth like we had all night. My fear of rejection turned into hot pleasure that simmered in my stomach as he pulled me closer to him.

I straddled his lap, pushing my hands through his hair, feeling like I couldn’t get close enough. He threaded a hand through my hair and with the other grabbed my breast, massaging it. My hips rolled against his hard cock, groaning as he thrust up to me.

“Matteo,” I whined.

“What do you want, Bella?” he asked, kissing my jaw.

“More, I need you,” I groaned as he sucked below my ear.

“Cazzo,” Matteo grunted. “You taste good while you rub your pussy against my dick.”

“I will feel even better wrapped around your cock,” I said, letting my head fall back as Matteo continued to kiss down my collarbone, unzipping my dress.

He growled, flipping us quickly, settling between my legs, thrusting into my pussy.

“Yes,” I moaned, grabbing his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, pushing it off his shoulders, revealing tanned skin I wanted my mouth on.

Matteo was lean, not as big as Levi, but his body was firm and from what Levi said, they liked to run together or workout. And fuck, was I grateful for it. I slid my hand down Matteo’s back down to his ass, grabbing a handful as he ground against me.

“Off, I need your pants off,” I said, pushing him back enough to unbuckle his belt and pants.

He knelt above me, looking down at me with dilated eyes and a look that said I wouldn’t forget this night.

“Slide that dress off, Bella,” he growled, pushing down his pants and underwear.

His cock slapped on his stomach and while I had seen him naked before, I always felt like I couldn’t really appreciate him.

I licked my lips, looking up, grabbing his cock, stroking him as we stared at each other.

He cupped my face, brushing his thumb against my lips in a slowly tantalizing motion.

I opened my mouth, sucking on his thumb like I would his cock.

Matteo's eyes darkened as he removed his thumb from my mouth pulling my dress forward, showing off my lacy black bra.

His nostrils flared as he admired my breasts and I stroked him faster.

“Take this off,” he commanded, brushing his thumb against my nipple.

“You take it off,” I challenged.

Matteo flipped me onto my stomach, pulling at the hem of my dress.

“Such a brat,” he growled, slapping my ass as he pulled off my dress.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned loudly, pushing my ass out.

Mateo chuckled, “See. A fucking brat.”

I chuckled, getting on my knees, pushing my ass out, giving him a good view. He gripped my wide hips, pushing his cock against my ass.

“These hips were meant to be held and fucked good,” he groaned, grinding against me.

“Yes, fuck me,” I mewled, needing friction.

“I’m going to make you scream as you admire your dream destination, so you never forget…,” he said, pulling my lacy underwear down. “…how good this place made you feel.”

His warm tongue slid up over my pussy as I pushed back into his face.

“Knew you would taste good,” he said.

“You could have tasted me at the festival or maybe from Levi’s lips,” I said looking over my shoulder.

Matteo slapped my ass before getting off the cabana, walking toward his wallet, looking like a god in the moonlight. My stomach fluttered with more arousal as he put on a condom, keeping eye contact.

“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I said breathlessly.

He shook his head walking to me. “You are too and let no one tell you differently, not even your family.”

He grabbed my chin, kissing me passionately. I felt it everywhere and I believed his words. He helped me off the cabana walking me to the edge of the building. I felt self-conscious looking around to see if anyone could see us.

“No one can see you and if they do we are just shadows.” He kissed my shoulder putting my hands on the building. “No one gets to see you like this, except me.”

His possessiveness ran through me warmly and so very fucking sexy.

“Well, it looks like people will—”

The crown of his cock entered me, stopping me mid-sentence. He slid in too slowly driving me crazy. I tried to push back onto his cock when he held me tight around my hips.

“Bella,” he growled. “Stay still and enjoy the view.”

He thrusted the rest of the way in and I gasped, “Matteo.”

“Damn, Bella, you’re so fucking warm and tight,” he grunted, thrusting into me again. “You feel so…fucking…good.”

My head fell between my shoulders, the intensity too much, but not enough. I pushed back, each thrust taking me higher and higher. Matteo’s hand roamed my body leisurely, differently from how he was fucking me. I looked over my shoulder and we locked eyes.

“Are you going to come on my cock, Bella?” he pulled me up, grabbing my breast, rolling my nipple.

“Make me come, Matteo,” I groaned, the angle of his thrusts hitting me deep.

“Cazzo, you take me so fucking well,” he panted, as his hand trailed down to my pussy, rubbing my clit.

“Please,” I whined so close.

“Come for me, Bella,” he growled, rubbing my clit fast just the way I liked it.

“Chingao,” I moaned loudly, as my body locked up from the pleasure as I rode out my orgasm.

Fuck.

“Mierda,” he growled, thrusting into me a few times before stilling.

Matteo murmured a few words in Italian I didn’t quite catch, but I swore I heard mine and Levi’s name. Did he want us together? My stomach clenched in arousal as I pictured all of us together again.

“Damn, I don’t want to move.” Matteo kissed my shoulder.

“Then don’t,” I said, turning around, feeling him slip out of my pussy. “We got all night.”

Matteo smirked, picking me up and taking me to the cabana.

I wrapped my legs around him prepared to stay with him all night and morning.

Maybe it was time I stopped running, except the next morning he left me alone with a note that said he had an emergency and had to leave.

Disappointment didn’t cover how I felt or how alone I felt. Was this payback for Levi?