Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Anya
Talking to my brothers over the next week goes well. We text back and forth a little bit each day, and plan to call one another more often. It’s slow and steady, but still nice. Jade is who I really get close with, though.
She texts me much more than my brothers do. Pictures of the babies, updates on the family, as well as just making general conversation with me. I can see why Matteo likes her so much, sister or not. She’s just nice, and easy to talk to.
Jade is close with everyone in the Moretti family from what I can tell.
Ana and Rayna have become great friends to her, and she tries to spend as much time as she can with all her brothers.
She tells me that she’ll miss them all when it’s time to make the move here, of course, but that she’s so excited to get to spend time with me in the future too.
Plus, she’s thrilled that Matteo will already be living here when the time comes.
We’ll all be living in the same house, which might take some adjusting.
But because Dmitri will be returning so that our father can step down as Pakhan, they’d have a whole private wing of the mansion to make their own.
Plenty of bedrooms, bathrooms, and a private kitchen too.
I don’t think this place will feel crowded with a few more people, and I think having the little ones around will bring some life back into this big space.
And although Dad has been letting Matteo stay the night pretty consistently, tonight we’re trying something new. Our first sleepover in the Moretti’s vacation home instead of the Morozov mansion.
According to Matteo, his brother Armani has been chomping at the bit to get in there and get decorating. So we’ve spent most of our day today going in and out of each section of the house, measuring and making notes for him to start shopping for furniture and decor.
My father was reluctant to let me stay out overnight but eventually agreed as long as we had Morozov guards join the Moretti men in keeping the place secure. They haven’t bothered us yet, and Dad swore they aren’t meant to play the roles of spies.
The house is cozy enough with its temporary furnishings, especially Matteo’s bedroom, where we’ve just started winding down for the night. He has music playing from his TV, and soft neon purple lights wrapped around the high edges of his walls.
Most excitingly, he isn’t wearing a shirt.
“You see something you like?” Matteo jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as he catches me staring.
“You know I do.”
He grins, walking toward me. His feet come to a stop parallel to mine, and he moves his hands forward, slowly hooking his fingers under the hem of my shirt. I feel his blunt nails teasing the soft skin of my stomach as he says, “You haven’t changed into your pajamas yet. Do you need my help, baby?”
“I can’t put my pajamas on yet,” I tell him, batting my lashes slowly as I peer into his gaze.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“You’ll just have to take them back off of me again.”
Matteo’s hands still as he tries to search my face.
“Is that right?”
His voice is so low and full of seduction that my thighs squeeze together.
“Well, I assumed you might like me bare the first time you fuck me.”
His eyes shoot open wide and his nostrils flare with a sudden intake of breath. “Did you just cuss for me, meraviglia? While telling me that you want me to…Oh, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He grabs my face more suddenly than he ever has and crashes our lips together hard. With one hand on my chin and jaw, he uses the other to snake underneath my shirt and grab a handful of my hip, tugging my body into his.
“Are you sure you want this?” His question melts into our kiss but it’s clear enough for me to hear him.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands latching onto his naked shoulders, squeezing them for support so that I don’t lose my balance. “I want you to take me. You make me feel so good, I know you’ll make this good too.”
“It might hurt,” he warns. “Just a small pinch, you’re going to be so tight but I’ll try and get you ready for me as best as I can.”
“I don’t know how patient I can be,” I confess, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’ve been working up the courage all day to do this. My pussy is already so wet for you.”
He groans, kissing and biting softly at my jaw. “God, I love when you talk dirty, baby. Say pussy again.”
I giggle as his stubble tickles my neck. “Pussy.”
His hand leaves my hip and swiftly cups between my legs, making me gasp and whimper. “What do you want in this sweet little pussy, Anya? Tell me, I want to hear you say the word. You blush so fucking pretty when you curse.”
It feels vulgar, but so right to give in to his request. “Your dick. I want it so badly, Matteo. I want to see it and touch it, and then I want you to put it inside me.”
“Three firsts in one night,” he muses darkly. “Aren’t you adventurous, baby. Say ‘dick’ again.”
Letting out a whine, I know that I’m starting to get impatient. “Dick, cock, pussy, cunt,” I list off, squirming. “I’ll say whatever you want, just stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll come in my pants before I can even put it in you,” Matteo declares, picking me up by hooking his arms around the back of my thighs. “I need you naked and on your back, now.”
Yes, please.
Only when he tosses me into bed, his face goes from excited and turned on to panicked in a second. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Goddamnit, shit. I didn’t think you were ready. I should have bought—”
“Matteo, it’s okay.”
“So stupid. I bet one of the guards has one—”
“Matteo,” I say louder this time, actually getting his attention. “It’s okay. You don’t need one.”
“Um, yes I definitely do,” he replies. “Your dad will actually torture me if I get you pregnant out of wedlock.”
“I can’t have kids, Matteo,” I rasp, sitting up as a single tear falls down my cheek. “They had to take out my uterus and one of my fallopian tubes. There was so much internal damage from the torture…they couldn’t save them.”
“Anya,” he breathes, his Moretti blues filling with despair and sympathy.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” I swallow hard, trying not to burst into sobs. “I should have. So you would know that you’re attaching yourself to someone who can’t give you children of your own. I’d understand if—”
“Don’t even suggest it,” he cuts in, voice deep and dark.
“Don’t you dare, Anya. I love you. I don’t need you to give me children.
I’m so sorry this happened to you, but I’m sorry because it took something away from you, not from me.
If we get to a place where kids are something we’re ready for—and something you want—we’ll figure out how to have babies, I promise you. ”
“Please say you still want to have sex,” I plead almost embarrassingly fast, forcing my emotions to get back on track.
“I don’t want this to ruin our night. Enough has been taken from me already, and I don’t want this to be added to the list. I promise, I’m okay.
I just want to go back to a minute ago and pick up where we left off. I want you to show me love, Matteo.”
“If that’s what you want,” he agrees. Putting a knee between my legs and a hand on the bed by my head, he bends down to hover above me. “We’re going to talk about this when you’re ready, okay? Nothing about tonight has been ruined.”
“Okay,” I agree, tilting my head up to meet his lips. Our kiss builds slower this time, but it doesn’t take long before it heats up.
The more we kiss, the closer we get until he’s only holding himself up enough to keep his weight from pressing me down, but he’s still on top of me. I can feel his arousal so obviously that I’m tempted to reach down between us and touch it.
He shifts a little and causes his chest to drag against mine, stimulating my nipples through my shirt and bra.
I gasp at how sensitive they are and Matteo swallows the sound down.
Warm tingles scatter up and down my arms, Matteo’s body heat radiating through me from his touch.
My clothes start to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. I want them off right now.
Using the little space that I have, I maneuver my hands down to the hem of my blouse, pulling the fabric up. Matteo breaks our kiss to allow me to shed the stifling top. His eyes lick a path of desire from my stomach to my chest, greedily taking in every inch of me.
“Unhook me,” I rasp, nodding down to the little clasp in the center of my white satin bra.
Matteo doesn’t need to be told twice, using his big fingers to snap open my bra.
The wireless contraption springs apart, barring my soft breasts and peaked nipples.
I want to demand he take my bottoms off next, but he seems to be enjoying his new view quite a bit, and I wouldn’t want to ruin it for him.
Whatever he sees on my face when he looks back up into my eyes seems to give him a green light. He bends forward, capturing one of my rosy buds between his damp lips. His tongue twirls and lavishes the sensitive nipple, the touch making me whimper surprisingly loud.
Hooking my fingers into the band of my leggings and panties, I tug down, trying to wiggle out of them. I’m finally getting them past my mid thighs when Matteo steps in, yanking them off in one quick swoosh.
A thrill shoots up my spine and I go for his pants next, fumbling with his belt and then reaching for his zipper.
He’s able to push his jeans down past his butt, and I lick my lips when I see his dick bounce forward in his boxers.
Without thinking twice, I slip my hand inside the dark blue cotton, my fingers wrapping eagerly around his length for the very first time.