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Or maybe that was me trying to justify why I was becoming wet or why my nipples were hard and my heart was racing. Because those two things had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with wanting something I’d never had before.
Sex.
And I knew it would be dark and devious and all things wicked with the man in front of me.
Matteo leaned in, and I turned my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut and pursing my lips. I refused to let him see how he affected me. He only deserved my anger and hatred.
The soft touch of the tip of his nose along the length of my neck had goosebumps pebbling my skin.
“Jesus, you smell good.” His voice was raspy, and I shivered involuntarily. “So sweet and soft, so innocent and fragile but a little dirty from the blood of that piece of shit covering you.” It was the warm, wet sensation of his tongue following the trail his nose had just made that caused me to shiver. “Never been so hard in my fucking life.”
Those last few words were whispered, as if he meant to say them to himself.
All these confusing feelings had me exhaling in a rush, that gust of air escaping me before I could control myself.
“I could break you so easily, and that turns me on like no other.”
God, the way he spoke in that romantic language did wicked things to me.
He was exhaling and inhaling harder now.“Do you know what you smell like?” He kissed my pounding pulse point.
He pressed his lower half fully against me, and I swallowed roughly at the feeling of the massive erection he sported digging into my belly.
When I didn’t answer, he chuckled low.
“You smell like you’re going to be mine, Liliana. In every way I see fit. In any way I want.”
I clenched my jaw and pushed past my misplaced desire.
When I turned my head, he pulled back. He wore a devilish, arrogant smirk on his face, his eyes roaming over my face.
“You sure are pretty with blood all over you.” He leaned in and pressed his cheek to mine, his lips by my ear.
I felt the blood covering my face smear from the contact, a slippery sensation that had me closing my eyes.
“I can imagine fucking you covered in the blood of my enemies.”
He was sick and twisted, and God help me, but I craved it.
He let go of one of my wrists, and I found I still held it above me, tethered with an invisible rope. Matteo was breathing so hard now. He leaned back and watched while he smoothed his thumb over my cheek, along my lips, and then pushed the digit inside.
I instantly tasted the coppery tang of the dead man’s blood. My stomach clenched, and I bit down hard enough that Matteo hissed then smirked. The sick bastard got off on this.
“You’re fucking perfect for me, you little wildcat.”
With one last swipe of his thumb over my bottom lip, he gripped my wrist once more.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine, and maybe I’ll be sweet the first time I fuck you, the first time you feel a cock inside of that little virgin pussy.”
I stared into his eyes, controlled my breathing, and gave him a smile of my own.
“Fuck. You.” I enunciated each word, letting them sink in, allowing them to consume both of us. “I’ll never be yours.”
That smirk he wore slowly faded. His eyes appeared harder, and I felt his cock throb as if my words aroused him further.
In a move faster than I expected, his mouth was on mine, a fierce growl leaving him when my gasp allowed him to slip his tongue between my lips.
I was too shocked to even move over the fact Matteo forced his way inside. I could do nothing but take it.
