Page 70 of My Ghost

He nods.“No one has ever used it.Except that night, with you.”

I hesitantly step inside, my heart beating so loudly that I am sure he must hear it.Matteo closes the door behind us, locking it with a soft click.Then he steps to a wet bar to pour himself a drink that must be whiskey, judging from the dark amber color.

I watch his every move, breathing short and heart thundering.

He turns and goes to sit on the leather couch, watching me like a hawk.He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just looks.

I stand frozen by the door, unsure what to do, or if I should do anything at all.

He takes a sip of his glass, looking like a king in his kingdom, legs spread, one arm resting lazily across the back of the couch.

“Come here,” he says quietly.

It is not an order, but it is not a suggestion either.

I advance slowly, knees shaking.When I reach him to stand between his spread legs, he tilts his head back to watch me.His eyes linger on the black stone glinting against my throat for several heartbeats, then he puts the glass down on the low table beside him.

“Sit,” he gestures to his knee.

I hesitate for a second, then I obey.

He immediately wraps his arms around me, the hold strong and possessive.He slides one hand to my hip, lifting the other to stroke a thumb beneath my jaw.My breath falters.

“You trust me?”he asks.

I nod.

“Say it.”

“I trust you.”My voice is barely a whisper.

Something shifts in his expression, like tension melting.

“Then let go,amore.”His voice is low and tender.“I’ve got you.”

His eyes hold mine, scorching and hungry.“There is no safe word.You want to stop, just say it and we immediately stop, understood?”

I nod slowly, feeling my throat going dry and my heart hammering.He leans forward, dragging his nose along the column of my neck and inhales deeply.Then he brushes his lips beneath my ear and whispers hoarsely, “Kneel for me.”

My breath catches in my throat, my heart slams against my ribs and I feel my face flush hot.

I slowly slide off his lap with a steadying breath.Then I kneel.

The carpet is soft and warm under my legs.When I look up into his eyes, I find them already on me, dark and hot like molten lava.

“Good girl,” he rasps.

My pussy is getting wetter by the second, raw, hot need pulsing through my core.I swallow, breathing hard.

Matteo slips his fingers into my hair in a possessive but tender gesture.

“Here, you can let go of everything.Your fears, your doubts…your past,” he says, sliding his hand to my cheek and stroking his thumb over my lower lip.“All I want from you is surrender.”

I swallow again, then close my eyes for a brief moment.When I open them, I know that I am ready to submit to him.

He must see it, because his eyes grow even darker, his gaze is now laced with a feral hunger that makes my heart stutter.He leans back and extends his arms on each side of him over the back of the couch and silently stares down at me for several heartbeats.

Then his voice comes out in a low rasp.“I want your mouth on me, little ghost.”