29. Siena
Siena
I double-check the buttons on my silky blouse as Matti and I weave through the crowded lobby of One Pearl Park Plaza.
The blouse fits well, tailored to my frame, but I still worry that my ample chest will stretch the fabric too far, causing a gap or, God forbid, a button to pop. But this isn’t some off-the-rack piece from Target or a thrift store; it’s tailor-made specifically for me, and it fits fabulously.
I love the sound of my new six-inch Louboutins clicking against the marble floor, but my pencil skirt is restricting the length of my stride, and I struggle to keep up with Matti’s pace.
He looks fucking incredible in one of his $5,000 suits, the kind he exclusively wore when we first met. After a week of lounging in jeans—or nothing at all—at his penthouse, seeing him like this again has me in awe that he is mine.
I’m not the only one mesmerized by him. The crowd parts instinctively, making a path for him and, by default, me, but the women see nothing but him .
I get it. I’m not a jealous person, but I sneak glances to see if he notices their stares. If he does, he gives no indication. His entire focus is on me. He slows to match my pace, taking my hand and winking.
People pour out of the elevator when the doors open, and Matti and I are alone when we step in and the doors close.
I can feel him watching me as I stand in the corner, eyeing the numbers that light up as we slowly ascend.
Matti reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me toward him. “We’re an engaged couple shopping for a ring, kitten. Act like you like me.”
“No,” I say emphatically. “We are not.”
We’re dressed expensively because the store is a fancy, by-appointment-only type of jeweler, but despite the fact that I’m wrapped in a $800 blouse and $1200 skirt, I worry I don’t look like I belong at Matti’s side. That no one will believe a man like him would want someone like me.
“Are you still mad about your punishment earlier? After all the times you’ve come this week, a little orgasm denial won’t hurt you,” Matti grins, pulling me into him. When I don’t respond, he pulls back, looking down at me in concern. “Kitten?”
“I just… I don’t want to mess this up.”
His thumb traces along my cheek, down my jaw, and to my lips before tilting my head up so our eyes meet.
“Listen to me. You are my beautiful fiancee who deserves the finest ring available. You don’t have to play a part. That is who you are. It’s impossible for you to mess this up.”
I sigh. “I’m not your fiancee.”
He frowns. “Siena, you will be my wife. That makes you my fiancee. ”
“You never asked me,” I say softly, trying to avoid his penetrating stare.
He catches my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. “Is that where the attitude came from earlier?”
I don’t answer, but I don’t have to. He sighs and presses a soft kiss to my lips just as the elevator doors open.
We step into a grand foyer where a receptionist sits behind a sleek glass counter, dressed impeccably in a high-necked, long-sleeved dress that barely covers her ass.
Her long, toned legs are encased in sheer stockings, and her high heels gleam under the lights.
Her updo is meticulous, everything about her outfit chosen to showcase the stunning diamonds adorning her neck, ears, and fingers.
This is the kind of woman who belongs in a place like this with Matti. Not me, the Jersey girl who belongs on the other side of the tunnel. I’m not even wearing jewelry.
When her sights set on Matti, the woman practically jumps to her feet, nervously bringing her fingers to the delicate necklace adorning her slender neck as she subtly pushes her chest forward.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have taken off Matti’s pendant. It didn’t go with the outfit, but a wave of panic hits me as I realize I should have at least given it to Matti. It’s a protection necklace, after all, and we’re about to—
“Hello, Mr. Dragovari,” she purrs. “So nice to see you again.”
Again? Has he brought women here before to buy them jewelry?
I glance at Matti, but if he notices her attention, he doesn’t show it. His face is impassive as he nods and places a protective hand on the small of my back.
She shifts her attention to me, taking my hand in hers. “ Oooh, you came prepared I see! I’m Rebecca.”
I glance at Matti, confused, and Rebecca notices.
“No jewelry,” she says lightly. “That way there’s nothing distracting you from all the beautiful pieces that you deserve. Come with me.”
She leads us further inside, her hips swaying with calculated precision. I look up at Matti, wondering if he’s watching her, but he’s looking at me instead, fingers lightly tracing up and down my spine.
Leaning in, he whispers in my ear, “I can’t stop thinking about ripping that blouse off and fucking your ass, kitten.”
A purr escapes me before I can stop it. Just before his mask of control slides back into place, his lips barely tilt into a smirk.
Rebecca leads us to a table in the center of the room. Only two other employees are here, one behind a jewelry counter and another rifling through papers.
Matti pulls out his cell phone and begins texting. “This won’t work. We need a private room,” he says.
Rebecca doesn’t blink. “Of course, sir. Right this way.”
She guides us to another opulent space with glass walls and lush seating, everything in muted ivory tones.
Matti barely glances up. “No.”
This time, Rebecca falters. “Sir, this is our nicest room, I assure you.”
“Privacy is more important than luxury,” he says, leveling her with a cold stare until she nods nervously.
Her smile tightens. “Of course. I know exactly what you need.”
She guides us past mahogany-paneled walls, down a hallway, into a lush office filled with heavy furniture .
Matti glances around. “Too many windows.”
Rebecca clenches her jaw for the briefest second, then smiles brightly. “No windows? Well, that leaves only one option: our vault room.”
Ah.
I dart an appreciative glance at Matti. No windows. No visibility. And in the vault room, we’ll be stationed exactly where we need to be.
The vault room is beautiful as well, featuring navy blue carpeting so thick that my heels sink in, exposed stone walls that match the table, and seating upholstered in ocean blue mohair fabric.
There’s also a heavy black metal door with an intricate entry pad beside it that appears to take biometrics as well as a numerical code.
Phone in hand, Matti pulls out one of the seats for me and then settles in beside me to answer texts that are coming in as Rebecca walks around the table to sit across from us.
“Not you,” he says without lifting his eyes from his phone.
“I’m sorry?” she asks, looking from me to him and back.
Matti finally lifts his gaze, cold and impassive. “I scheduled an appointment with Lorenzo Marino, did I not?”
Rebecca swallows. “You did, but I usually —”
“We’ll wait,” he says, cutting her off.
She nods with a forced smile and leaves the room.
I’m so nervous I’m practically shaking. “Matti, I thought Tommy was handling him—”
Matti leans in and kisses me gently. Every muscle in my body relaxes, and I can feel his cum from a couple of hours ago leaking out of me and wetting my new silky thong.
“What kind of ring do you want, kitten?” he whispers .
“What?” I ask, caught off guard.
Matti gently runs his finger over my exposed cleavage. “Your engagement ring?”
“Matti…” I clench my thighs together as irritation pulses through me.
We are literally in the middle of a robbery and he wants to talk about rings? It’s too much, especially after his orgasm denial games and refusal to ask me if I want an engagement ring at all. I scowl at him.
Matti looks down at my clenched thighs and gives me a sly smile. “Am I leaking out of your wet cunt right now, kitten?”
“Matti,” I hiss, pointing toward the open door. Given the situation, I’m not at all interested in anyone hearing him talk to me like that. But I’m also getting so wet that I’m scared it’s going to show through my skirt.
He snakes a hand around my waist and grips my thigh, his thumb probing between my legs. Leaning into me, he runs his other hand over my stomach. Nuzzling into my neck, he slides one finger under my waist band and tugs on my thong, making the fabric bite into my wet pussy.
“That’s not all me, is it? I love how wet you get for me,” he groans, nipping my earlobe with his teeth.
A man I’m assuming is Lorenzo Marino steps into the room and gives a tight humorless laugh when he sees us.
“Young love,” he snorts, sitting in a chair on the other side of the table. Matti turns his head to look at him, but keeps his hands where they are.
Literally dying right now. I flush red and try to pry Matti’s hands off of me without drawing more attention, but I’m unsuccessful. Giving me a wink, he releases me and drapes his arm casually over the back of my chair .
“Lorenzo,” Matti says. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lap, placing it so that I can feel his hard cock through his pants.
Mr. Marino can’t see our laps from where he’s sitting, but I try to pull away, anyway. Matti just presses my hand down harder.
How does he expect me to pull this off when he’s fucking with me constantly?
“What is it that you want with me, Mr. Dragovari?” Mr. Lorenzo bites out harshly, glowering at Matti. “Are you here to demonstrate how you and your asshole brothers are violating my daughter?”
Lorenzo Marino doesn’t look good. His face is gaunt, his eyes are dead, and he doesn’t look like he has eaten well or slept in weeks. It’s reminiscent of how Tommy looked today.
Matti’s face darkens. “Lorenzo, if your daughter ends up with Tommy Demonio, she’s going to have a loyal partner who worships her and her alone for life. If that’s what you mean by a ‘demonstration of violation,’ then yes, I’m prepared to do that for you today with my fiancee.”