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“Bella,” he growled. “Stay still and enjoy the view.”

He thrusted the rest of the way in and I gasped, “Matteo.”

“Damn, Bella, you’re so fucking warm and tight,” he grunted, thrusting into me again. “You feel so…fucking…good.”

My head fell between my shoulders, the intensity too much, but not enough. I pushed back, each thrust taking me higher and higher. Matteo’s hand roamed my body leisurely, differently from how he was fucking me. I looked over my shoulder and we locked eyes.

“Are you going to come on my cock, Bella?” he pulled me up, grabbing my breast, rolling my nipple.

“Make me come, Matteo,” I groaned, the angle of his thrusts hitting me deep.

“Cazzo, you take me so fucking well,” he panted, as his hand trailed down to my pussy, rubbing my clit.

“Please,” I whined so close.

“Come for me, Bella,” he growled, rubbing my clit fast just the way I liked it.

“Chingao,” I moaned loudly, as my body locked up from the pleasure as I rode out my orgasm.

Fuck.

“Mierda,” he growled, thrusting into me a few times before stilling.

Matteo murmured a few words in Italian I didn’t quite catch, but I swore I heard mine and Levi’s name. Did he want us together? My stomach clenched in arousal as I pictured all of us together again.

“Damn, I don’t want to move.” Matteo kissed my shoulder.

“Then don’t,” I said, turning around, feeling him slip out of my pussy. “We got all night.”

Matteo smirked, picking me up and taking me to the cabana. I wrapped my legs around him prepared to stay with him all night and morning. Maybe it was time I stopped running, except the next morning he left me alone with a note that said he had an emergency and had to leave. Disappointment didn’t cover how I felt or how alone I felt. Was this payback for Levi?

15. Violeta

Eat, pray and love into Italy.

“I’m sorry Matteo couldn’t drive us back,” Paola said, her accent thick in English. “I swear something always happens when we go to the hotel.”

“It’s fine,” I said, looking out the train window. “I love riding the train.”

I tried not to feel hurt that he had left before I had woken up, just like I had done to his best friend. Karma, maybe? We didn’t even see him for the rest of the day and he texted Paola to go back to Milan without him. What really hurt me was the thought that he might be doing this maliciously to get back at me for Levi. Did he sleep with me just for that?

“Did something happen with you and him?” she asked, looking innocent. If the past couple of days had taught me anything, she was anything but innocent.

“No, we had a great dinner together. He took me on the roof to see the lake and it was gorgeous. It was everything I had hoped for when I dreamed of visiting Lake Como,” I said, forcing a smile, wondering how she would feel if she knew I had slept with Matteo.

“I’m glad he took you to the roof,” she said, studying me. “That’s the best place to see the lake, and it’s kind of romantic, too.”

“Your brother doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body,” I chuckled. “He was just being nice.”

Paola laughed with me. “You’re right. Matteo is going to be single for the rest of his life.”

“Marriage isn’t for him?” I asked, trying to appear as nonchalant as I could.

“I don’t think so. He enjoys being a bachelor, plus he and his two best friends are so close I can’t imagine any of them marrying,” she said, pulling her phone out. “They should all just marry each other.”

Her statement made me extra curious about who the other best friend was. They always talked about him, but now I kind of wanted to meet him. Were Matteo and Levi in love with him too? So many questions invaded my mind as I pulled out my phone. I had a few notifications from Rendezvous which were probably from Levi.

I opened the app and it opened to the main page. The person I saw was a kick in the gut. Matteo’s intense gaze stared back at me. Of course, he was on Rendezvous. I sighed, tempted to swipe left, but a little part of me wanted him to see my face and maybe feel a little guilty. So…I swiped right.