Chapter Thirty-Four
Erin
I stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows, mindlessly gazing out over the city below. I am alone in the penthouse, my only company the city lights glittering in the distance.
Matteo has been gone every evening for almost a week, coming back only in the dead of night.
Where is he going every night, and more importantly who is he with?
And why does he keep coming back, to me, to this bed, in the dead of night like I am a dirty secret he wants to hide?
He walks me down to his office every morning, sometimes staying for an hour and then he disappears to reappear only when I’m asleep.
He still sends me messages throughout the day, but even those sound distracted.
Maybe he is beginning to tire, the novelty wearing out.
Maybe he is done and is returning to whoever holds his heart…
Jade. I see the scene all over again, him standing in the doorway and her leaning into him, tenderly brushing her lips over his cheek.
I feel sick in my stomach. But then, why won’t he let me go?
My chest aches, tight with the crippling fear of dejection.
Maybe it’s something else entirely that’s keeping him away, something darker. Is he out until late, working for Manticore?
I shudder, my mind spiraling. I press my forehead to the glass, as if the city could somehow give me the answers I need.
I don’t know which thought is worse, but with every night I get alone into his cold and empty bed, my resolve increases.
We need to end this. I need to end this, because I know that I won’t survive him throwing me away.
I need to walk away before he has a chance to rip my heart out.
I slowly blink to consciousness. The room is cloaked in darkness and silence. A big hand roams over my back as my panties are dragged down my legs. I drowsily lift my head from the pillow, mind sluggish.
“Matteo?” My voice sounds husky from sleep. Definitely not from the first sparks of arousal. Nope.
“ Amore, ” he murmurs roughly against my skin, trailing lingering kisses over my shoulders while his body slips over mine from behind, pinning me down on the mattress.
He is entirely naked, his hard length pushing into my thigh.
For a moment I let myself float in the sensation of his hot breath against my neck, of his hard body caging me in.
Then I remember. I start to struggle and wiggle in an attempt to disentangle myself out from under him.
But his body weighing me down keeps me exactly where he wants me—under him, helpless and captured.
“Matteo, please,” I plead. “We need to talk.”
He continues to brush his lips over my skin, igniting a fire low in my belly. “What do you want to talk about?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
I try to turn around, to no avail. “We have to end this, whatever this is. Let me go. Please.”
He chuckles darkly as his hands become more forceful.
“Little ghost, you still haven’t got it, have you?
” His breath is hot against my ear as he slides his hand up and wraps it around my throat from behind, tilting my head back.
“There’s no fucking way in hell I’ll let you go.
Ever.” His voice is now laced with anger and frustration.
He skims his other hand down my body and grips my thigh to spread me open.
Then he positions himself between my legs, rubbing his hard member against my ass.
I stiffen.
“Shh, amore . Someday I’m gonna take that little ass of yours, and you’ll be mine, all of you. But for now, I need your tight pussy wet and dripping for me.”
“No…” I croak out. Not because I don’t want this, but because I don’t want to be his more than I already am.
He tightens his hand around my throat and circles his other hand to my front and starts to stroke my clit. My breath hitches. “Yes,” comes his low snarl. “You are mine, and you are going to show me what it means to be my good girl and take my cock.”
I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, lost in the sensation of his fingers circling my clit and his words rasping against my ear.
His fingers slide into me as he continues to rub my clit with his palm.
“Good girl, so wet and ready for me,” he praises and I spiral further into lust, my breath coming out in ragged gasps and moans as I writhe against him, needing more friction, more of him.
He picks up speed and I am coiling closer and closer to release.
“Matteo, please.” My hoarse plea makes him chuckle, the rumble low and rough against my back.
“What, amore ? Tell me what you need.”
“You. I need you.”
“Do you now?” His voice is a low rasp against my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“Yes, please.” He shifts and removes his finger. Then, in a single, hard thrust, he is buried deep inside me. “Oh God, yes.” I hear my husky moan. This feels so good.
Matteo is pushing inside me, spreading me wide with his hips, stretching me with his cock while he rubs my clit with one hand.
He shifts his weight on his elbow of the other arm and moves his hand to my throat to encircle it, bending my head back.
Then he pushes two fingers into my mouth.
“Suck, amore . Show me how you want my dick in your mouth.”
I whimper and start to suck and lick his fingers, feeling him everywhere, inside me, over me, around me. His hard body pushes me further into the mattress, and his weight forces my pussy to rub harder against his hand.
“That’s it.” He groans against my ear. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.”
He syncs the movement of his hips with the thrusts of his fingers into my mouth, and I feel the familiar heat in my belly turning into a wildfire.
It is too much, I am so close. Raw, scorching lust pulls me under and makes me delirious.
My moans are muffled by his fingers and drowned out by the lewd, wet sounds of him pushing in and out of me.
He is picking up speed, his thrust becoming less controlled as he pounds me into the mattress.
He buries his face in my neck and scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin with a low growl and goosebumps erupt over my feverish skin.
His cock is hitting that sweet spot just right and finally sends me flying over the edge.
My climax crashes through me with enough force to make me see stars and I cry loudly around his fingers while my body convulses underneath him.
“That’s it, amore . Come for me, you’re so perfect,” Matteo rasps in my ear, hammering into me in earnest until he too, releases with a loud groan.
His cock twitches and his cum shoots out in hot spurts, drawing out my orgasm.
I shudder on and on, feeling his weight pushing me into the mattress, his hand cupping my pussy while his mouth sucks the tender skin of my neck. It’s overwhelming and mind-blowing.
When our quivers subside at last, Matteo shifts his weight, lying on his side and strokes my hair out of my face to kiss my temple.
Then he stands and walks into the bathroom.
After several seconds, he comes out with a damp washcloth and starts to clean my thighs with so much tenderness that my heart constricts.
When he lies back down, I am so exhausted that I can barely think, let alone talk.
I let him gather me in his arms, his warmth and the scent of him enveloping me like a blanket.
Just as sleep pulls me under, from the recess of my drowsy mind, I think I hear Matteo’s low whisper disrupting the silence in the room, his voice rough and laden with vulnerability.
“Stay…”