His dirty words made the need for him stronger. “Please.”
“Hands above your head and keep quiet.”
I swallowed hard at the firm tone and did what I was told, gripping the arm of the couch.
“If we were at my place, I would cuff you, forcing you immobile as I devoured your delicious body.” He leaned down and kissed my stomach. “But we’re not. So you’re going to hold on and if you move, I will stop.”
I whimpered. “Please. Don’t.”
“Shut up,” he snapped, forcing my legs open further with his rough hands. “No talking. Not unless it’s to use your safeword. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Sir.”
He crawled up my body and kissed my mouth. “I wish you could see what I do to you.” His finger slipped through the folds of my core and pushed into my opening. “Do you know how hard I am, Marketa? My cock is full. Throbbing. Aching for your hot body.” A second finger thrust into me, stretching me.
I cried out, forcing my body to stay still when it wanted to ride out the movements of his fingers.
“Give me all of you,” he purred in my ear. “Let yourself go. Open that sweet body to the pleasure only I can give it.” A third finger followed, forcing a piece of me to submit to a man I craved.
“More,” I whispered.
“Hmm…” he kissed my neck. “In time. But right now, you’re going to come. Scream my name, sweet girl.” His fingers picked up speed, pumping hard and deep.
“Let me touch you,” I pleaded. A warmth tingled in my toes, spreading up my calves to my thighs.
“No.” His voice was firm and final but I couldn’t resist arguing with him.
“Please. Let me run my hands over you. I want to feel you.” I cupped his cheek.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” he snapped, his lips curling up into a snarl. His fingers pulled free from my body. “Open your mouth.”
“I’m sorry.” My heart raced. “I wanted—”
“I said, open. Your. Fucking Mouth.”
I did as I was told. Before I could ask what he was doing, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. The slight sting of the rough grip made my eyes water. A flush of heat spread over my skin. The acidic taste of my arousal on his fingers wafted through my senses.
“Do you taste how much you want me?” he said roughly, tilting my head to the side.
I nodded, swallowing the juices from my body coating my tongue.
He leaned down to my ear. “Don’t test me, little girl. I will fuck you when I want to fuck you. And only then.” He released me and rose to his feet.
“But you clearly want me now,” I said, waving my hand in front of me, indicating the erection he was sporting in his pants.
“I do want you. But I want to build the anticipation more.”
“Why?” I asked, sitting up.
Matteo closed the distance between us and cupped my jaw. “Because I want you so wet, one thrust from my cock and you come. I want your body dripping, your juices leaking down your inner thighs.”
My core quivered at the images he was putting in my head. Taking a chance, I slid my hand to the back of his neck.
Something flashed in his dark eyes and when he opened his mouth to speak, I kissed him.
His body stiffened but his lips moved fluidly over mine. His grip on my jaw tightened, opening me to him. Rough hands wrapped around me, lifting me into his arms. His fingers dug into my rear, massaging, kneading. “Bedroom,” he demanded, his voice gruff.
“Down the hall on the right,” I breathed against his mouth. My heart jumped in anticipation.
Matteo carried me to my bedroom, pushed open the door and kicked it closed. Placing me gently on the bed, he crawled between my knees.
I broke the kiss and stared up at him. I could see several emotions flashing behind his eyes.
Excitement. Lust. Pleasure. But one I caught, that I saw so many times when staring at my own reflection.
Fear.
Of what, I wasn’t sure. “Matteo?” I kissed him softly on the mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I can’t do this,” he whispered.
“What?” I pulled back.
In a quick move, he flipped me onto my stomach and held both of my wrists in one hand. “Holy shit.”
My body tensed.
His fingers trailed down my spine. “This tattoo…”
I had completely forgotten about it. It was now a part of me. It was etched into