Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
ATHENA
W hat the hell is happening right now?
This can’t be real, can it? I must be dreaming.
There is no way Matteo would willingly kiss me.
So why do his hard, demanding lips pressed against mine, ravishing me with an intensity I have never felt before, feel as real as my date with Henry?
Still, I have to make sure this is not just some dirty dream.
Wrenching my mouth from his, my chest heaves as I blink the lust filled haze from my mind. My gaze focuses on Matteo, roaming across his very real , very handsome - albeit glowering - face.
Blinking once more, I open my eyes slowly, as if that will make him disappear. Sure enough, Matteo stands there, rubbing a palm across his tight jaw, anger radiating from him. What’s he got to be angry about? He kissed me. Yet I swallow nervously, suddenly feeling small, vulnerable, as I realize just how much I have been playing with fire.
Instead of running away, stupidly, I want to feel the burn.
“What was that?” I squeak out, reaching up to touch my lips as if I can keep his touch there.
His teeth grind together, lips twisting up as if tasting something bitter. It’s clear in that moment, Matteo is just as confused as I am about what happened.
Instead of giving me an answer, he grabs my wrist, pulling me down the road.
“Matteo, what are you doing?” I demand, trying to pull out of his hold.
“Car,” he grunts out, grasping me tighter.
Looking around his big body, I see the SUV we travelled in earlier. The one I vacated when he practically called me a whore. Anger shoots through my veins like a shot of dopamine. I could easily put a stop to this. It’s obvious what is going to happen when we get to the car. He wants to fuck me. Just like the whore he believes me to be.
I should walk away… but something stops me. This might be my only chance to experience what Matteo Rossi feels like inside me. Sure, it makes me weak, especially after this afternoon and his harsh words, but I have always been curious about the grumpy Italian. And like Allegra mentioned earlier. Hate sex is the best sex.
And God knows I want to fuck this man. More than I have ever wanted anything before.
The back door being pulled open, brings me back to the now and the weight of what is about to happen.
Matteo throws me onto the backseat, climbing in after me and slamming the door shut behind him. Settling into the soft leather, he unbuckles his belt before pulling the zipper down, getting straight to it. Lifting his hips, he pulls his black pants and boxer briefs down in one swift movement, revealing his very hard, very big cock. It bounces free, solid and angry looking, slapping against his dress shirt.
My wide eyes trace over his length, taking in the size and girth, and reality slams into me. No way will that fit inside me.
Scrambling back, my back hits the door, stopping any further movement.
I shake my head, blurting out. “No way is that going anywhere near me.”
A humorless chuckle leaves his lips. “Yes, it is. You will take every inch of me piccola vampiro.” My stomach dips at his use of Italian and though I am not sure what it means, I could hazard a guess. “Take your clothes off. And your panties. Let me see that cunt. I want it on my mouth, my fingers, my cock.”
My whole body heats with his words.
Jesus Christ. I knew he would have a dirty mouth, but to hear it firsthand is something else.
Despite my nerves and quickly debating whether I have Stockholm Syndrome or something else to make me act this way - because it’s the only way to explain what is happening right now - I do as he asks.
Making quick work of removing the lightweight coat, I reach down, gripping the hem of my silk dress, and shifting my hips to pull it up my body. Matteo watches me like a hawk, his dark gaze never leaving me as I reveal myself to him.
“Panties,” he grates out through clenched teeth, when I’ve pulled my dress over my head.
My breasts bounce free, the cool air hitting my warm skin. I feel exposed, at his mercy and so horny I could die.
Lifting my lower body, I pull my thong down my legs and over the heeled sandals still on my feet. Matteo’s eyes zero in on the space between my legs, his tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip.
“Put your legs up on the seat and spread them. Show me all of you.”
Submitting to his demands, I place my heeled feet on the leather seat, spreading them as wide as I can in the confines of the vehicle. Matteo darts forward, his movement so sudden, I jerk backwards.
Gripping my thighs, his head dips between my legs, tongue swiping across my sensitive clit.
“Oh my God,” I pant out breathlessly, eyes closing as pleasure shoots through my veins.
“There is no God here to pray to or save you now, piccola vampiro. It’s just me. And I’m going to show you how a real man fucks. The only name to leave your lips will be mine. So, fucking say it. Scream it.” He growls, licking up my slit and plunging his tongue inside me.
My hands fly to his dark hair, trying to find purchase. I grip the strands, holding him to my pussy like my life depends on it. He bats my hand away, withdrawing his tongue. I whine, wriggling my body, trying to get closer to his devilish tongue. He grips my thighs, holding me in place, his dark gaze meeting mine expectantly.
My mind drifts back to a couple of seconds ago, to his demand. I know what he wants. And he won’t give me what I want until I say it.
“Matteo,” I moan out his name like a prayer.
His lips tip up in a cruel satisfied smirk.
“Good girl,” he groans.
His head drops to where I want him most, his lips latching onto my clit as a finger pushes inside my pussy. My hips roll, chasing the orgasm I so desperately want. He adds another finger, stretching me and giving me just what I need. Desire ignites in every part of my body and I free fall into the best climax of my life, screaming his name before slumping back against the door.
Matteo doesn’t give me a chance to recover. Sitting back in the seat, he grips my hips, lifting me to position me where he wants me.
“Birth control? Clean?” he barks.
“You’re so romantic,” I murmur sarcastically.
He raises a dark brow. I know he won’t go any further until I give him the answer he is looking for.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Me too.”
Without another word, his cock hits my sensitive pussy, and with one hand he guides his length to my opening before slamming inside me.
I cry out at the intrusion, the way my pussy has to stretch to accommodate him, and I feel so full it’s almost painful. Matteo stills, one hand coming up and stroking my hair in a tender gesture I never knew he was capable of.
“Have you adjusted piccola vampiro ?”
My eyes squeeze shut, accepting him and I nod.
“Open your eyes and use your damn words, Athena.”
My eyes fly open landing on his stormy dark ones. “Yes. You can move.”
He groans, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he slams his lips to mine while thrusting up inside me. Though he is big, stretching me to my limits, the feeling is exquisite, unlike anything I have ever felt. Wanting to make the most of this feeling, I relax my muscles as I start to move on top of him, rolling my hips and meeting his every thrust.
“That’s it. Ride my cock.” He groans, releasing my neck and gripping my hips, to control my movements.
Hands on his shoulders, I take everything he gives me and enjoy every second of it. I’m not na?ve enough to think this will happen again.
The slapping of our bodies, the moans, it all sounds so obscene in the small space of the SUV. The smell of sex and sweat permeate the air and it’s so dirty, causing my stomach to tighten with an impending orgasm.
Matteo reaches down, thumbing my clit, the pressure enough to make me explode for the second time tonight. His name leaves my lips on a gasp, the pleasure so intense my body turns to jelly, slumping forward onto his shirt covered chest.
Matteo growls, gripping my hips so tightly I know without a doubt he will leave bruises. A reminder of what happened here in this car.
Holding me still, his cock expands, throbbing, and then he is releasing inside of me. His hot cum coating my insides as he claims me.
Allegra was right. Hate sex really is the best sex.
I tense, waiting for him to shove me off now that he has finished, but he shocks me when he allows us to take a couple minutes to compose ourselves, to bask in the afterglow.
Only when I sense the usual tension surrounding us, do I pull back.
Matteo glares, studying my face.
Before he can say anything hurtful, I hit him with my own words.
“I still hate you.”
He chuckles darkly, his mouth dropping to my ear.
“Good, because I still hate you. Fucking you changes nothing.” He grunts but there is no heat in his words, none of his usual hatred.
My stupid heart flutters in my chest but I quickly tamp it down. It’s not like Matteo suddenly feels anything for me. The reason for him tolerating me is most likely because he is sated, his guard down after what can only be described as amazing sex. That’s all this is. I’m sure of it.
Our release drips down my thighs, evidence of what took place in the darkness of his car.
Doubt tugs at me after what he alluded at earlier. I inwardly snort. Maybe I am a whore for allowing him to screw me in the backseat of his SUV. But for some reason, I don’t regret it. Matteo may hate me, but he can’t deny this attraction. Not anymore.
Laughing softly, I sigh, dropping my forehead to his shoulder.
“Glad that we are on the same page, asshole.”