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Matteo was leaned back in his chair, his focus right between my legs, his elbow braced on the armrest of his chair as he ran his thumb along his bottom lip.
I licked my lips but couldn’t find the words to either tell him I couldn’t do this, to fuck off, or to touch me because I felt like I was dying on the inside if he didn’t.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Matteo pulled his chair closer, slid his plate of cake between us, and started eating.
“W-what are you doing?” My voice was threadbare.
He was silent for long moments, as if savoring his cake, as if I weren’t sitting right in front of him with my pussy on full display.
“I’m enjoying my dessert while your pretty pink cunt is right in front of my face, Liliana. I thought that was clear.”
The subtleclinkof his fork hitting the plate every time he got a forkful of cake seemed overly loud, making my ears ring.
I shifted my legs, but he snapped his gaze up to me, a scowl on his face.
“Don’t move.”
I was so stunned by the hard, whiplash-like sound of his voice that I froze. He went back to his dessert, and I exhaled a shaky breath.
And God help me, but as the minutes ticked by and he stayed silent, intermittently eating and looking between my legs, I felt my desire blossom.
I felt my juices sliding down the crease of my ass. I felt the wet mess I was making on the tablecloth. I found it shocking at how much I was getting off by this. It was something I’d never admit, maybe not even to myself out loud.
I felt a droplet slide down my ass and clenched my inner muscles on instinct. This was absolute torture, but God…it was hotter than hell.
Could Matteo smell how wet my pussy was? Could he see how absolutely hot I was for him?
Once he was finished eating, he pushed his plate to the side and leaned back in his chair. His cock was so hard and still free of his pants. The thickness obscenely pointed up, clear fluid smeared along the tip.
“You made a big fucking mess on the linen, sweet girl.” He grabbed his napkin and dabbed the corner of his mouth.
I was transfixed at the sight of his tattoos on the back of his hands, his wrists, and forearms. He had the sleeves of his dark button-down rolled up his arms. With my gaze, I traced the intimidating ink that disappeared beneath the material.
He looked into my face for a suspended moment before grabbing his cell, pointing it at my pussy, and snapping a picture.
I made a shocked sound but was too stunned to move or speak.
“Material for the spank bank?” I could hear the outrage in my voice, and he smirked but didn’t respond.
Instead, Matteo ran the pad of his finger over his dessert plate, gathering chocolate frosting, and bringing it to my mouth. “Suck on it like you’ll be doing to my cock soon enough.”
My eyes felt huge as I stared at him. My mouth parted in surprise at his words. He took that as my compliance before he pushed the digit past my lips and ran it over my tongue. The flavor exploded on my taste buds, and I involuntarily did what he said and sucked on his finger.
“Brava bambina.”Good girl.He had murmured those two words, all the while staring at my mouth.
My nipples hurt, the little beads tighter and harder than hell. I was seconds away from begging him to touch me, to ease this burn I felt deep within me.
And I thought he might. I watched as he curled his hands into tight fists, his knuckles white as he kept staring at me. His jaw was locked, a muscle clenching under the dark scruff covering it.
But he rose from the chair and just stood there for a moment looking down at me. I allowed myself to take in his huge, imposing form. I ran my gaze over how he filled out that dark shirt to perfection. His shoulders were so wide and his chest broad enough that it blocked out everything behind him.
And when my gaze landed on the massive erection he sported, I felt more wetness slip from me.
He may not have touched me, but I affected him in the most primal way a woman could a man.
“Go to bed, Liliana.”
Confusion immediately filled me. “You’re…you’re not going to…” I couldn’t actually say the words.
