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She pulls back and the tears in her eyes are mixed with a deep yearning and as her lips hover dangerously close to mine, I can’t help but steal a taste. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own and as she pushes her hands inside my shirt, just the sensation of her fingers on my skin makes my heart leap.
They lower to my pants, and she frees my already hard cock and I hiss as she drops to her knees and takes it into that tempting mouth. She sucks and licks and I thrust forward hard, loving the thrill of anger mixed with desire.
Dragging her up, I kiss her long and hard and she pants, “Fuck me, Matty. I want it to be you.”
I waste no time in dragging her across to the bed and pushing her back, inching her dress up and spreading her legs. I push aside her panties, ripping them in my haste and as I fasten my lips onto her swollen ones, I taste pure heaven. Her soft gasps and moans make me blinded by lust and as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, her juices are the sweetest taste on my tongue.
She mews like a kitten and is every bit as sweet as I haul myself up and thrust deep inside, loving how her walls clench around my cock, holding it tenderly as I fuck her so hard, it surprises me nobody hears.
It’s something that happened whenever we were alone, without fear of discovery. It became the sweetest secret in the world, as we enjoyed a torrid affair behind everyone’s backs.
I really believed she loved me. She told me often enough, and there were many whispered promises and plans for our future. I would have given my life for Diana. I loved her with all my heart and knowing my father was enjoying everything I loved tore me apart inside.
The day I found Domenico fucking her against a tree in the garden will be forever imprinted on my brain. I turned away, sick at what I saw, hearing her say the same words to him that she endlessly said to me.
I retreated away from the situation and began watching her more closely. Then my fears were realized when I witnessed Leonardo deep inside her in the boathouse one day.
She was confused when I maintained my distance and sought me out one day and I was cruel and callous, tellingher I didn’t love her and never had. She was just one more fuck you to my father, and it had always been a revenge fuck. Even then she implored me and declared her love for me, which brings me back to the present as I watch her say it all over again.
However, like the last time, she has something I want. Information. Abigail’s life depends on it and as the mist clears from my eyes, I realize Diana could be useful to me in getting what I want and it only takes a moment’s indecision before I fix a smile on my face and say softly, “I’ll help you.”
CHAPTER24
ABIGAIL
My world swims into focus and with it, the knowledge that I’m in deep shit and it’s doubtful anyone can save me.
I wake in a huge soft bed, littered with silk and scatter cushions.
I am still wearing the red dress I went to the gala in and the room I’m in appears to be a hotel one.
With a start, I sit up and stare around the unfamiliar room and note the fancy furnishings. Gold furniture set against papered walls. Huge flower displays and beautiful lamps, the drapes at the window the heaviest damask and the carpet on the floor soft and luxurious.
I’m thankful to note that I’m alone and swing my legs to the side of the bed and attempt to stand.
My legs are wobbly, but I make it to the window and am surprised to see a landscaped lawn, apparently leading into oblivion.
It’s obvious I’m no longer in Manhattan and I wonder where this is and as I try to regain my senses, I jump when the door opens and the voice from my nightmares slithers through my brain.
“You’re awake at last.”
I turn and shiver when I see Mario heading my way, shirtless and wearing a pair of silk pants that hang off his skinny body in the most unflattering way. He is barefoot and his hair is greased back as usual, his malevolent eyes flashing as he sets a tray of food down on the side.
“Where am I?” My voice falters as he stands and regards me with interest.
“You are home.”
“This isn’t my home.” I say angrily, and he shrugs.
“It is now.”
“Take me back to New York, to my husband.” I say as imperiously as I can, and he just laughs and nods at the tray.
“Your marriage is currently being annulled. It pays to have friends in high places, and Judge Stevenson is presiding over it now.”
“How dare you!” I scream and he just shrugs again and hands me a mug of coffee.
“Just so you’re aware, darling, our marriage has been agreed since you were sixteen years old. When you visited my home, the deal was struck. You, in return for the business, my father put your father’s way. How does it feel to be sold by your own flesh and blood?”
