Chapter 16 #3
He pulled away to kiss my neck, and I let my head fall back, basking in his feeling; how hot and secure his body felt against mine. My eyes rolled back when he inhaled me deep.
A tortured, masculine groan rumbled in his chest.
“God, you smell so fucking good.”
“Mmm,” I groaned with need, biting my lip. All I could do was tighten my legs around him, thread my fingers through his hair, and pull him closer.
That was all it took for him to wrap his hand around my throat and pull my mouth back to his.
He kissed me like he was starving, and I kissed him back like I’d forgotten how to breathe without him.
Euphoria lit up in my veins like electricity. My entire body reacted with pleasure every single time he touched me, like my system was getting high and becoming dependent on him.
In one smooth movement, Matteo picked me up in his arms, like I was lighter than a feather.
He held me high as he walked – so much so I was the one that had to look down at him, my platinum hair falling around us like a veil.
And my heart tripped for a moment when I realized how high I was with this six-five gangster holding me in his arms.
The room spun as he carried me away from the shards of glass, and I lowered my mouth back to his, our kisses breaking only for desperate snatches of air.
He set me down on the couch and followed immediately, his weight pressing me into the cushions as if he couldn’t stand a single inch between us. My fingers dug into his dress shirt, threatening to tear it in half, like I was turning feral.
The pressure of his ruthless body… The weight of a dangerous man like him above me… It was making me delirious.
I wanted to feel everything he had to give. To take it all and get lost in him. To experience pleasure and happiness I’d never tasted before him.
I sank beneath him willingly, fingers curling around his huge muscular shoulders, tugging him closer. His hands roamed my body, greedy and grateful all at once. His lips found mine again and again, slower, deeper, harder – savoring every moment.
Heat coiled low in my stomach, spreading like wildfire. Every brush of his mouth, every glide of his hands, made the world outside dissolve.
When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard, his forehead rested against mine. His eyes were dark, intense, searching me like he needed to memorize everything about this moment.
My lips were swollen. My heart was racing. And when he looked at me with those eyes – dark, soft, and amber – I knew we’d just crossed a line we couldn’t come back from tonight.
Reading my mind, Matteo flipped us. I found myself straddling his lap, my knees on either side of him, my dress hitched up my waist just enough for him to see the red triangle of my panties.
His hands guided me down, firm on my waist, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. And we both groaned in relief when I finally dropped my weight on him, my core pressing against the hard-on in his suit trousers.
He leaned back against the couch, taking me with him, looking up at me with that slow-burning smile that made my heart stumble. My fingers slid into his hair, and then his mouth was on mine again – hungry, insistent, setting every nerve in my body alight.
The kiss deepened fast. Nothing gentle about it.
All heat and want and months of tension snapping all at once.
His hands roamed my thighs, up to my waist, and then back down to my ass – squeezing hard and pulling me flush into him until I could feel every sharp inhale, every pounding beat of his heart against mine.
His rough palms rounded my ass before going back and grabbing two handfuls. I rolled my hips with need, a deep movement that made him groan against my mouth. The sound vibrated through me, sparking something reckless.
He squeezed my ass harder, daring me to do it again. I did. And this time, he met the movement, his hold on me firm as he raised his hips and pressed his hard cock to my panty-covered pussy, rubbing my clit.
My lips parted with moans I couldn’t keep down to save my life. The air knocked out of me with a soft choke, and I wrapped around him tighter, rolling my hips faster.
I threw my head back with a gasp, my hands holding onto the back of his neck like he was the only solid thing in my world. Every brush of his lips against my skin sent my heartbeat down between my legs.
He pulled me back suddenly, just enough to look at me – really look. His eyes were dark, hooded, burning with danger and something that made my breath catch. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me down so tight I couldn’t move my
“Francesca,” He warned, low and rough. He was so hard and big, it was making me whine on him just for the lightest brush of release.
“Matteo,” Breathing hard, I cupped his jaw, my lips swollen from him, my pulse racing so fast it felt like it filled the room. He wanted to stop, but I needed him right now; like this. “Please, don’t stop… I need this… I need you. So bad. Please.”
I caught the tick in his jaw.
And then he was kissing me again – deeper, messier, like neither of us wanted the night to end.
When his arm loosened around my waist, I felt the rush of excitement like an addict, immediately taking my chance to ride him. I rolled my hips into him, fast and hard, needing him to make me come more than I needed to breathe in air.
His hands came under my dress again, rounding my ass and grabbing me hard, using his hold on me to reinforce my movements.
My lips were parted against his, breathing him in hard, our teeth almost touching.
My orgasm lit up like gasoline, forming at my core before exploding and rocking through my entire body.
I closed my eyes, seeing stars. I held onto Matteo harder; rode him with even more excitement than before, feeling every single stroke of him against me.
But just when I was coming back from my high and began slowing down my movements, he tightened his huge arms around me.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a little higher; his other hand flowed down the valley of my ass, and under my skimpy underwear before cupping my cheek and digging his fingers in. He wrapped around me tight, holding me in place before beginning to move me the way he liked it.
A gasp escaped me as Matteo rubbed my pussy on his hard cock, under my soaked underwear now staining his suit. I went lightheaded as another orgasm coiled in my tummy. My hands flew passionately to the side of his face, holding him close, and he dipped his head, pressing his face into my cleavage.
He breathed me in deep, groaning and pushing harder into me, as if he needed to feel the softness of my skin all around him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close, lowering my lips to his temple. And he did the same; he wrapped both of his cruel, bulging arms around my waist and thrusted once – hard – exactly where I needed him.
“Oh, my God, Matteo…”
“That’s it, princesa. Come for me again.”
Thrust.
“You’re so fucking wet… Come on. Fucking drench my suit.”
Thrust.
“Let me fucking hear you. How goddamn good is it?”
Thrust.
He laughed, low and deep. “Look at you. This is the best fucking dick you’ve ever had, isn’t it, baby?”
Moan after moan left my throat as my second orgasm rocked through me. And he kissed my neck, thanking me for letting him hear me like this.
He groaned hard, and I knew he was there too. He came all over my pussy, not stopping his thrusts until he ruined my panties, filling them with his cum.
Marking me as his. At least for the moment.
When he finally stopped, I fell on top of him, breathing harder than I’d ever had in my life. Bliss sparked behind my eyes, easing me off my own pleasure and relaxing my muscles.
Matteo turned his face to me, brushing my cheek with his nose, and I turned to him.
One look, and our lips met, slow and passionate.
I frowned when he pulled away to slap my ass.
“Up,” He growled, suddenly all serious and a little mad.
I lifted my hips on instinct, only for him to pull my drenched panties down my thighs.
“Matteo–”
“These are mine now.”
“But–”
“Payment for making me come in my pants.”
He guided me out of my thong, fisting the ruined fabric and throwing it somewhere behind us before settling his hands on my waist.
I blushed, glancing down to see the wet stain we’d left on his ten-thousand-dollar suit. Biting my lip, I looked back at him only for my lips to meet his within the split of a second. And not breaking apart for what felt like forever.
Our lips broke apart at last, leaving the air between us molten and trembling.
My lungs burned; I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been breathing until the quiet rushed in.
Matteo’s hands stayed on my waist for a moment, anchoring me in the heated, breathless space we’d created.
His chest rose and fell beneath my palms, his heartbeat a steady drum against the wild rhythm of mine.
He leaned forward, closing the space again, and our mouths found each other one last time.
This kiss was different – slower, deeper, as if we both knew it was the curtain fall.
His fingers slid into my hair, holding me close but not demanding, just savoring.
I melted into it, tasting the sweetness beneath all the fire.
Then, carefully, I pulled away. My hands slipped from his shoulders, and I swung a leg over, stepping down from his lap.
The sudden cool of the penthouse air against my flushed skin made me shiver.
Matteo’s eyes followed me, puzzled, a faint furrow forming between his brows.
He looked devastating like that – shirt half open, hair mussed from my fingers, desire still simmering in his gaze.
I straightened my dress, smoothed my hair, and shot him a playful smile. “Thank you,” I said softly, my voice still a little breathless but sure. “For the best week. And the happy ending.”
A soft laugh. “You’re leaving?”
I nodded, a content smile tugging at my lips. “I have to. But I’ll see you around, Matteo. Thanks again. For everything.”
I walked back to him and leaned down, kissing his cheek one last time before pulling away for good.
We both knew I wouldn’t be seeing him around anymore once he relocated to Miami.
He didn’t argue; didn’t even try to stop me. He just sat there, as if he wasn’t used to being the one left wanting more.
I turned and walked toward the elevator, each step steadier than the last. Outside the hotel, the night Vegas air greeted me like a rush of clarity, warm and alive. For the first time in a long while, a different kind of power thrummed through me.
My lips still tasted like his, pulse still racing – and I’d never felt more in control.
Strong. Independent. Sensual.
Walking away that night, I felt like a woman.