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My blood boiled beneath my skin. I will not be letting him leave this house like this. Thinking that he was my second choice. Thinking our marriage was broken and a mistake.
Not. Fucking. Happening.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to gain some time as I thought about what I should do to make him stay.
“I don’t know, Francesca, okay? I don’t know!” Matt grabbed the doorknob again, pulling on it and dragging me out of his way.
Suck it up, Francesca. Grow a fucking pair, and face him!
“NO!” I slammed my back onto the door, forcing it to shut again, leaning all my body weight on it. “I’m not letting you leave.”
“Cazzo, Francesca, get out of my way.” He said almost in a whisper, trying to reign in his fury while his voice still held a harsh and cold undertone.
“So you’re just going to walk away from me? Just give up? I thought that was against your beliefs! I'm guessing you'll be the first one to surrender after all!”
A low, guttural growl left his mouth as he slammed his hands against the door, caging me with one arm, while his other hand quickly pulled out his gun, pressing it to my ribs. His clenched jaw twitched in rhythmic pulses. I hid the smirk that threatened to spread across my face as my first small victory came.
Finally, a reaction.
We’d been in this position before, and just as before, my body was alive and humming under the dire glower of this perfect man, the threat of his gun biting into my skin.
“Why shouldn’t I?” His breath was heavy, fanning my face with his furious exhales.
“Because you are not my second choice.”
Matt’s gaze burned deep into mine. He was looking for the slightest hint of doubt, the smallest clue of dishonesty, for what seemed like an eternity. He turned away, swerving his eyes to the floor, his gun inching back after searching the depths of my soul and finding nothing but truth. My truth.
“Our marriage is not a mistake,” I finished, my voice filled with emotion.
He looked back at me, and I knew that even if it was just a little, I had gotten through to him. I’d passed all that built-up armor, and I was aiming straight at his heart.
My thoughts quickly got lost in those deep pools of silver that were set on me again. They clouded my mind and shifted my mood. Right then, I knew what I had to do.
I had to give him everything. Every piece of me.
There was no way Matt would listen to anything I had to say while still being in this state. He needed his control back, and I knew just the way to give it to him.
I placed my hand over the gun and pulled it up until it was pointing at my heart before running my fingers under his strands, reaching the nape of his neck and tangling my fingers in his hair. With a firm grasp on his dark, thick strands, I pulled him towards me.
"This is not a good idea right now, Francesca. I'm not in a loving, peaceful place.” He warned between gritted teeth. I didn’t count on finding any fucking red lights in here! But I’d be damned if I stopped now.
"Good! I was looking for redemption. Punishment will be fine, too.”
Matt stared down at me, allowing the silence to drift through the room as he took in my words and the meaning behind them.
“Cazzo!” He cursed, shaking his head no. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.” His voice was still harsh and dangerous, and I couldn’t help but feel enticed by it.
“I might not know, but you do. I saw it in your eyes… through the mirror the other day. I saw how much you were struggling to keep all that restraint. Just… don’t.” His eyes were back on the floor the whole time I spoke, shaking his head in denial of my request. “You need this. I need this.”
“No,” Matt stated, withdrawing his hand from the door and the gun from my chest, freeing me of his enclosure.
Next, his fingers reached for mine behind his neck, starting to untangle them from his hair, pushing me away again. I held on tighter, pulling myself up to whisper in his ear.
“This is how I give myself to you. I trust you… Signor.” Sir.
In less than a fraction of a second, Matt slammed me against the door again, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. Capturing my breathless moan with his mouth, he crashed his lips onto mine with a need and hunger I had never felt before. I could barely think, the rush of lust, adrenaline, and relief flooding my body.
Matt reached behind me, tugging at the zipper of my dress, pulling it down to a halt right above my ass. His urgency was so extreme that he didn’t wait for me to slip the dress off. He tucked his fingers on each side of the open zipper, yanking on it, ripping my dress open down the middle.
