He chuckled, smacking me lightly on the ass. “I always want you in my bed.”
“You already have me in your bed,” I reminded him.
“Hmm…” he purred in my ear. “Once the doctor gives me the okay, I’m going to rip open your fucking soul.”
“Promise?” I asked, pushing my rear into his pelvis.
“Anything for my dirty pet.”
Mae
Matteo was finally home. It had been a couple of days since the heart attack. The doctor gave him the okay to leave the hospital but made Matteo promise that he would take some time off of work.
“What are you looking for?” I asked Matteo one night while he was rummaging through his dresser drawer.
“I’m looking…ah, here it is.” He winked at me, shoving something into the pocket of his sweat pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him saunter towards me.
“Something I should have done weeks ago.” He sat me on the edge of his bed, getting down on one knee and held my hands.
“Oh God.” My heart skipped a beat.
“Not quite but it’ll do.” He winked, kissing my knuckles.
I giggled, breathing past the racing endorphins rushing through my body.
“I have never met someone as beautiful or as powerful as you.”
I almost scoffed but I bit it back, afraid that he would stop talking.
“I know you think that you’re not powerful. But it’s not every day a Sadist gets forced to his knees and falls in love.” He let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I was scared. I was terrified that you would hurt me when I was already destroyed once.” His body started shaking.
“Matteo, you don’t have to continue.”
“Yes. I do.” He pulled me gently to the floor, staring intently into my eyes. “I need to see your face when I say this.”
“Okay.” My heart sped up.
“I love you. I love you more than fucking life.” He brushed the back of his hand over my lower stomach. “You have given me something to look forward to. You’ve…you’ve given me life.”
“Matteo,” I whispered, swallowing past the lump burning my throat.
“Marketa Dobry.” Matteo pulled a small velvet box from the pocket of his sweatpants and opened the lid.
I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight before me. A thick gold band with the biggest diamond I had ever seen, stared up at me.
“Will you marry me?”
Not even hesitating, I crashed my lips to his. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I answered him with a kiss.
He groaned.
I took control, brushing my fingers through his hair and tugged his head back.
“Mae,” he rasped.
I smiled, breaking the kiss.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, panting.
“Yes. Yes yes yes,” I said, covering his face in light pecks.
He chuckled. “Good.”
(Matteo)
The moment Marketa said yes, I felt everything in my life fall into place. The pieces to the puzzle that was my heart fit together, becoming one. She was my girlfriend. She was carrying my baby. And before long, I would make her my wife.
In the beginning, I never had any intention of making this more than one night. But something about Marketa Dobry drew me to her. I could see the innocence behind her emotionless eyes. Her broken soul called out to mine, begging for comfort. Pleading for me to help her heal but she was the one helping me all along. She made me fight for my freedom. To break the shackles that Morgan had me restrained in for years. I knew I would see her again. I knew she would try and dig the razor sharp blades of her domination into me. She would get her men and force me to submit like every other damn time I saw her. But I was man enough to admit defeat. With Mae by my side, I knew I could conquer anything. Mae stirred beside me, a peaceful sigh leaving her lips. I kissed her head, my stomach twisting as the walls of my bedroom closed in around me. I could do this. I had to. Funny thing, the heart attack didn’t scare me as much as losing Marketa would.
I stared up at the ceiling, remembering the conversation my father and I finally had. After all of this time, he broke down, begging for my forgiveness. I didn’t give into my feelings easily but I could see the sincerity behind his dark eyes. He had hurt me for years, not helping me when I had needed him