Chapter 5
Lili
My body was on fire. I could feel every synapse, every little nerve, because they had all come alive under Matteo’s hands.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this.
I hadn’t exactly abstained for the last decade of my life, but none of those experiences had left me so breathless and wanting with just a few kisses.
He trailed kisses down my throat, and I shivered as he rediscovered all of the sensitive places that he’d mapped out when we were teenagers fumbling around together for the first time. “Still so sensitive, mi cielito,” he crooned softly against my throat.
I combed my fingers through his hair and tugged. Matteo grunted, and I giggled. “I remember a thing or two about you too,” I said.
He pulled back, grinning viciously. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?” And then we were kissing again, desperate and clinging. Heat pooled low in my belly, and when one of his hands slid heavily up my body to cup my breast, I let out a breathy whimper.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he muttered into my mouth. His fingers found my nipple and pulled on it gently.
“I don’t have to in this dress.” It was one of my favorites for work. Though it was probably beyond saving now. It was tattered from me being thrown around like a ragdoll earlier.
Matteo hummed, still toying with me, stoking the fire in my belly. “That’s a little slutty, Lili.”
I pushed him back. “Fuck off, Matteo.” He didn’t get to insult me and then feel me up. I was better than that and told him so.
He smirked, and it was cruel. “You think so?” He crowded me against the desk, and I hated how much my skin ached for him to touch me again. “Would I find panties under your dress?”
He wouldn’t. I didn’t like the lines disrupting the smoothness of the dark fabric. My face flushed with heat. “Matteo—”
He reached down and hooked his hands around my legs, lifting me up onto the desk. He pushed my dress up my thighs; I shivered at the touch of his fingers, his palms, against my skin. “You really want me to stop, Lili?” he asked.
I should stop him…but my heart was pounding in my ears, and there was a gnawing ache between my legs, and I wanted him in this moment more than I had ever wanted anyone before.
I spread my knees wider, forcing my dress up all the more.
“Don’t stop,” I said and hated how breathy and pathetic I sounded.
Matteo stepped forward so that he was pressed against me.
“I won’t,” he promised and kissed me again.
Everything grew more frantic: his hands moved restlessly over me, unintentionally pressing on the bruises I’d sustained in my short flight from the explosion and lighting up my nerves all the more, and I held onto him so hard that I knew that I was leaving marks.
He reached between us, and my breath hitched in my throat as his fingers found my pussy.
He let out a chuckle that was wholly masculine.
“You’re already wet,” he taunted softly.
A comeback was on the tip of my tongue, but Matteo pressed a finger inside of me, stealing my voice.
His thumb brushed over my clit, a glancing blow that drove a whine from my lips.
Matteo fucked into me, pressing into that spongy place inside of me that set off sparks behind my eyes. I bucked into his touch, riding his hand. “Oh, please,” I cried, needing more. But before I could even get close, he pulled back, leaving me aching and empty. “Matteo!”
He unbuckled his belt and reached for the fly of his jeans; his eyes seemed to burn into me.
“Turn over,” he commanded, stepping back to give me room.
I scrambled to obey, pulling my dress up to my waist and bending over the edge of the desk, presenting myself to him.
Shame smoldered in my core, but it made me all the more desperate for him to touch me again.
Matteo nudged my legs farther apart, and I gasped when I felt the head of his cock brush against where I needed him so badly.
I didn’t have to wait long. He shoved himself inside of me, filling me in a way that only he could do, and I moaned.
He leaned down, and I felt the softest of kisses against the nape of my neck.
“I love all your noises, mi cielito, but you have to be quieter.”
I could hear the words, but my focus was entirely on the way he seemed to be stretching me to my limit.
I shoved myself back against him, pleading for him to move.
Matteo chuckled, but he drew back, allowing me a second to breathe, before he thrust home again.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and tried to hold back my cries as he drove himself inside of me again and again.
It was so much, too much, and a painfully delicious pleasure licked up my spine, which only got more intense as he quickened his pace with a grunt.
“Fuck,” I moaned out, looking back over my shoulder. “Matteo!”
I wanted his lips on mine; I wanted to be able to see the pleasure on his face…
but before I could ask to turn around, he had a hand on my shoulders, forcing me flat against the desk.
The movement was so abrupt, put so much space between us, that the orgasm that I had been barreling toward was suddenly much farther away.
“What are you—?”
“Shut the fuck up, puta,” Matteo snarled, fucking into me even harder as the office door flew open.
My body froze; I couldn’t push back at Matteo or try to cover myself or anything. Felix Suarez stood in the doorway, sneering. “When I told you to send a message to her brother, this wasn’t what I meant.”
Matteo laughed, low and cruel. The force of his hips against my ass was crueler still. How could he keep going? Pinned as I was, there wasn’t much more I could do but lie there and take it. “I’m only getting started, jefe.”
Felix sighed and sounded almost bored. Like walking in on his right-hand man fucking the supposed enemy was a banality. “Whatever you do, don’t come in the bitch, all right? I don’t need another half-Castillo bastard running around. Two is enough.”
Two. My lungs all but squeezed shut. My son was alive. It gave me a thread of hope to hang onto. “Don’t worry, jefe,” Matteo grunted. He yanked himself out of my pussy, and then I felt him finish across my ass. “I learned my lesson the first time.”
Humiliation burned through me. To make matters worse, my eyes began to sting with tears.
They were rolling down my cheeks before I could stop them.
I tried to ignore the sickly fascinated look on Felix’s face, as if my shame was arousing to him.
Fuck him. Fuck them both. Once I had my son, I would help Angel and Omar tear them both apart.
Hell, I’d make the phone call to Lorenzo and Elio Vitali myself and bring them down to get a piece.
From the stories Angel didn’t know I overheard, Elio was truly fucked in the head.
He would probably enjoy flaying them alive; especially once I told them they were the reason their shipment of guns, destined for SA was blown up.
“Tuck her in somewhere more secure,” Felix said and tossed a phone to Matteo. “Send that message to the Castillos and keep her…comfy until we get a reply. I have a golf game with the city manager, but you can text me any updates.”
“Si, jefe.”