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I didn’t look away as I grew closer to my orgasm. Sweat covered his entire body and a few beads from his temple dripped onto my back. It was hot as hell.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
I moaned and rubbed my clit harder. “I’m so close. It’s good. So good, Matteo.”
He snarled and dug his fingers into my flesh. “Yeah? Then get off for me. Let me feel your ass milking my cock. I’ll reward you for being a good girl by filling you up with my cum.”
“Oh. God,” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. It was never-ending and stole my very sanity.
“Fuck. That’s it. My dirty, fucking girl. My whore.” He slammed into me and came. I felt the thickness of his cock become more pronounced as he found his release.
He filled me up, marking me, fully claiming every part of me until there would be no doubt that I was his.
I knew I could never go back from this. He’d branded me in the most primal, elemental way.
Matteo pulled out, and I felt his hot seed slip out of my hole. He kept my cheeks spread and watched his cum drip out of me and slide along my inner thigh.
My knees shook and I was sweaty. My eyes felt too heavy to keep open, and sleeping bent over this piece of furniture sounded like heaven.
But Matteo scooped me up, and I curled my arms around his neck, rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes as he left the library and took the stairs. I didn’t need to ask where he was taking me. I knew we were in his room instantly.
Everything smelled like that dark and delicious scent that enveloped him.
I didn’t argue when he laid me in his bed and took a warm, wet rag to my bottom, cleaning me up. I said nothing when he got in behind me. I kept quiet when he covered us with a sheet and pulled my body to his. Back to chest.
I fell asleep, feeling like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Matteo close to me, his hand wrapped around my throat, and the knowledge he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. Ever.
Chapter17
Matteo
DAYS LATER
Icouldn’t keep her. I knew that as I stared at her beautiful sleeping form, as I’d just fucked her three times before I left her fall asleep. Poor girl was no doubt sore from my need for her, but I couldn’t control the obsession that ran in my veins. Ihadto have her. Every single part. Like an addict needing that shot straight to the veins.
I’d told myself she was mine, that I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her go. But with each passing moment, I knew that was the biggest damn lie I’d ever told myself.
She was a weakness. My only weakness, and I wasn’t about to let some fucking female hold my heart in her palm.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I kept picturing myself sliding in beside Liliana and holding her all night. I’d have a gun in one hand as I made sure she was protected.
But I forced myself to leave and headed into my study where I saw Luca waiting for me.
He sat in front of my desk, a bourbon in one hand, and his other arm slung over the back of the chair. He said nothing, and neither did I, as I poured myself a drink, sat behind my desk, and stared at him.
“You’re in too deep,” he finally said and then took a long drink from his glass.
I clenched my jaw. I knew exactly what he was referring to.
Liliana.
“Mind your fucking business,” was all I said.
His own jaw clenched. And although I knew he wanted to retaliate—because he was the same type of man I was—he knew his place.
