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“Sweet girl,” he purred like the devil. “You know you want to please me.” The way he jerked himself off from root to tip and the sight of beads of clear pre-cum dotting the crown had me feeling like a wildfire coursed within me.
I was so wet. My inner muscles clenched, my clit throbbed, and the sloppy feeling of the mess I was making between my thighs because I was so aroused should have humiliated me.
“How much do you want to suck my cock?”
I shivered and moaned. “God…so much.” I didn’t know when I lifted my hands or when I placed them on his thighs, but I smoothed my palms over his slacks. He’d only taken his cock out through the fly, so he was still fully dressed.
I found it insanely hot.
“Sei la mia brava, sporca ragazzina.”That’s my good, dirty little girl.
I stared up at him as I curled my fingers against his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh and wanting him to hurt as much as he did to me…in the best way.
“Look at it,” he demanded in a low, hard voice.
I lowered my focus to stare at his erection, the length thick, the skin stretched tight because he was so hard.
I smoothed my hands over his thighs, his slacks like satin under my palms, the material tailored only for Matteo. I was about to grab his cock when my fingers skimmed over something square and hard protruding beneath his pants pocket.
The instant I felt his body tense under my touch was when I looked up at him, my fingers still on that hard object.
My heart thundered because I knew. I justknewwhat it was without even seeing it.
His expression had me whispering his name.
“Fuck,” he said softly with zero heat behind that lone curse word.
A second later, he had his hands under my arms and helped me off the ground. He embraced me, his palm cupping the back of my head, his nose pressed to the side of my throat as he inhaled deeply.
“I was going to wait until we were in the air.”
His words confused me, but he didn’t make me wait to question what he meant.
“The normal—proper—way to do this would be to drop on one knee—”
“That’s not you,” I said, cutting him off. His deep chuckle vibrated my throat, and he tightened his hand in my hair.
“No, it’s not, Sunshine.” He exhaled. “But I want to be that man for you.”
“I don’t want you to be anyone you’re not. I love you the way you are.” His entire body went ramrod tight against me, his fingers painful in my hair as he pulled me impossibly closer.
“Say it again.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head in the center of his chest. “I love you.”
“Again.”
I smiled to myself. “I love you, Matteo. Maybe I shouldn’t because it’s not like you’re the hero.”
“I’m the fucking villain, and you love that.”
“Mmm, I sure do.” And I did. It was strange and wondrous, frightening and exhilarating. But I loved the bad guy.
He pulled back and wrapped his hand possessively around my throat. For a prolonged moment, he didn’t speak, his dark eyes boring holes into me as if he were thinking hard on what he would say next.
“You’ll marry me.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ll be mine. Only mine.” It sounded like he snarled that last part, and every feminine part of me tingled in response.
“Is that so?” I cocked an eyebrow, knowing I was playing with fire.
