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Dolce and Gabanna.
Gucci.
Versace.
Dior.
He’d unnecessarily replaced my entire wardrobe with enough name brand clothes to pay someone’s mortgage for a year.
I slipped on a red party dress and put some lipstick on, did my hair in a chic ponytail, and threw on some low heels. I went as far as adding a diamond necklace over the jagged heart pendant I had yet to take off.
If this was to be my life, why not enjoy the perks?
Making my way down the stairs, dead cellphone in hand, I passed Alfredo and gave him a small smile. The man hardly spoke, but was polite enough to indulge me with a nod.
The large house was silent, and my search for Mateo was uneventful. His office was my first stop, but the doors were shut tight.
The dining room was empty, as was the casual living area, which was where, eventually, he found me.
I was staring out the window when he came up and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I need a cell charger and my Prozac, neither were with my things.” I was eager to see if Peyton had figured out what was in the book, not to mention he was probably worried as hell about me, and my SSRI’s kept me balanced. Now was not the time to see how well I could cope without them.
“You’ll have both the minute we get home.” He plucked my dead cell from my hands and slipped it into his pocket.
“You smell so good,” he murmured, nipping at me.
“So do you.” I angled my neck as he suckled the sting away so he could do it again.
His hair was still damp from his shower. He was slightly dressed down, wearing a simple black button up with the sleeves rolled back, matching slacks, sans tie.
He turned me around and pressed me into the glass, sliding his hands from my hips to my chest, cupping my breasts.
“You feel good,” he said in his natural tone, pulling the front of the dress down, my tits bounced in the lacy cups of my bra. His solid cock pressed i
nto my apex.
And just like that, we were ready for each other.
He was insatiable, and I was greedy.
It would never be enough.
It wasn’t even just about the sex it was him. It was us. We were a complicated mess both craving the same thing.
Sex, money, power. Each other.
With no warning, he spun me back around.
“Put your hands on the glass and arch your back.”
I did my best impression of how I thought it should look.
“Good girl,” he praised, lifting my dress up around my waist. My underwear was pulled to the side, the head of his cock rubbing against my slit in their place.
“This is going to be rough,” he warned, spreading my legs a little further and slamming inside me. My body radiated with a mixture of pain and pleasure, slowly giving me the high I kept chasing. I was becoming more and more conditioned to what Mateo did to me.
He applied a firm grip on my hip that would probably leave a minor bruise.
