He towers over me, shadows dancing across his features. “Get back to your room.Now.”
“No.” I scowl up at him.
“Excuse me? Do you not remember the rules I set for you when we made our deal?”
“I remember, Funshine. But I’m not trying to escape and it’s not my fault nobody locked my door before you guys went to bed. I’m not doing anything but reading.” I wave the book in front of his face.
His hand snaps out, yanking the book from me and tossing it over his shoulder. “Does it look like I care? I told you to stay in your room at night, not sneak around my house half naked.”
“Half naked?” I balk at him, not missing the way his gaze heats as he frowns down at my bare legs and the way my shirt is bunched up around my waist, showing off an inch of skin above my lace panties. “If you remember, you’ve seen me in way less than this.”
Matteo’s frown deepens, and he grips my upper arm tightly. “What are you trying to do? Seduce one of us into letting you go free by walking around like this? Well, let me tell you, you littlemenace,” he hisses in myface. “Not fucking happening. Your plan isn’t working, so get used to being stuck here until I say otherwise.”
I rip my arm out of his grasp, ready to jump down his throat about what a fucking asshole he’s being, but my attention lingers on what he just said. My eyes narrow, noticing how his chest pumps up and down with his heavy breaths, how his eyes keep darting down to my lace covered pussy before forcing himself to look at my face again.
I think Mr. Stick Up His Ass hates how much he’s enjoying the view.
A devilish smirk pulls at my lips as I stretch out along the couch and make a show of arching my back. “Are you sure it’s not working? You seem a little flushed, Funshine.”
He braces a hand against the back of the couch and leans over me, seething. “Get up.”
“Get up?” I quirk a brow, then slowly drag a hand down the middle of my breasts, stopping to twirl a finger over the band of my panties. “Or get off?”
A muscle feathers in his jaw as my fingers dip under the band and stay there. With every second he grows stiffer with annoyance, my bravado soars.
“Nothing to say?” I tease. “All bark and no bite, baby?”
Matteo’s gaze rises and holds mine, full of a fierce determination that has me staying my hand. He wets his lips. “Do it.”
My confidence wavers. “Do… what?”
He nods his head at the hand on my pussy. “You want to tempt me? Go ahead,baby. Show me what I’m missing.”
He’s calling my bluff.
I grind my teeth, refusing to back down. “Fine.”
“Fine.”
Matteo doesn’t move. “You’re going to just… stay there?” I raise my brows at his arm still braced against the back of the couch, his body hovering over mine.
“Seems like the best place for a show.”
Right. He doesn’t think I’ll do it. Little does he know, I don’t back down from a challenge.
Eyes on him, I sink my hand further beneath the lace until my fingers lightly brush against the wetness waiting there and–
“Wait.” Well, that was easy. A victorious smile creeps across my face, but then he adds, “Take off your panties.”
My smile dies instantly. “Why?”
“You want to tempt me, Menace? Then show me that greedy little pussy.”
My lips part in both shock and arousal.Holy fucking shit.I did not wake up today thinking I’d be playing masturbation chicken with Matteo, but here we are.
When I don’t move after several beats, I catch the flash of smug satisfaction on his stupidly gorgeous face.Oh, hell no.
I grip my panties and lift my hips, sliding the fabric down my thighs and dropping them to the floor, baring myself to him. His wide-eyed gaze rips away from mine to stare.
