my skin. The nightmares of having it done years ago burned in my mind forever. “Ignore it,” I pleaded.
“I…wow, Marketa.”
“Please.” My breath caught as I struggled to get out of his hold.
“You want me to fuck you,” he ground out, towering over me. His hot breath slid over my ear, sending a ripple of desire racing down my spine. He rubbed a hand over the cheek of my ass before landing a hard swat on the flesh.
I moaned, thankful he had moved past the image of the permanent mark on my body.
“You want me to rip your body open. You want me so deep inside of your pussy, you scream. You want to touch me.”
“Yes,” I cried. “Please. I want to feel you.”
“Why? So you can control me? Is that what you want, Marketa?” he growled, digging his fingers into the flesh of my rear.
“No!” He wasn’t making any sense. “I want to hold you. I want…”
“What do you want?”
“You,” I cried. “That’s it.”
“No. You have to want more. You always do.”
I frowned. “What the hell are you talking about? I—”
“What do you want from me? Tell me!” he bellowed when I didn’t answer.
“I want to feel what it’s like not to be forced into submission!” I blurted, my chest rising and falling with ragged breath.
“Shit,” he whispered, releasing his hold on my wrists. His fingers ran through my hair, his other hand rubbing up and down my arms. “What happened to you, sweet girl?”
I could ask him the same question. I didn’t answer and this time, he didn’t press. We laid there. For what felt like hours. But I knew it was only minutes. Matteo was fully dressed while I was completely naked. He held me and for the first time in my life, I felt comfortable with a man being this close to me. The anxiety etched into my chest, loosened but not enough. It was never enough.
“I should get ready,” I said, my throat hoarse and rose from the bed.
“Let me take you to lunch,” he offered, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
I glanced back at Matteo sprawled out on my bed. He was deliriously beautiful. Even in all his upheaval glory. His shirt was wrinkled. His jet black hair sparkled in the early afternoon light streaming in from my bedroom window. The shaggy locks were mussed from where I had run my fingers through it earlier.
Although my body ached from the lack of orgasm, something had switched between us rather quickly.
Matteo scrubbed a hand down his face, his eyes distant. He was staring right at me but didn’t see me.
“Matteo?” I said softly.
He stared straight ahead, thoughts flowing behind his beautiful eyes.
“Sir,” I repeated in a firmer voice and took a step towards him.
“I can’t do this,” he whispered.
I closed the distance between us and cupped his cheek. “Talk to me.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed, covering me with his big body. “You want me?” His face hardened. “Tell me you want me. Like this.” He pulled at the collar of his shirt.
“I want you,” I said on a breath.
He leaned back on his haunches and gripped his shirt, ripping it down the middle.
I gasped, my gaze traveling down the length of his hard torso.
Muscles rippled under his skin. His thick arms flexing as he towered over me. “You want me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, reaching out for him.
Matteo pulled off his ripped shirt, tossing it on the bed and gripped his belt. “On your knees, beautiful girl. Show me how much.”
Kneeling before him, I allowed my fingers to trail over his collar bone, down his arms, back up.
“I can’t control it. What I want to do to you.” He kissed my palm as it cupped his cheek. “I want to hurt you, Mae.”
Swallowing hard, I grazed my fingers over his insanely hard abs. “Sir.”
“Fuck. It makes me hard when you call me that,” he said against the crook of my neck.
“Use me.” I had never given myself to anyone like I had wanted to give myself to him.
“Shit.” His large body shook, trembling beneath my fingers while they traveled over his hot skin. “Lay down.”
Doing as I was told, I spread my legs, opening myself to him. Letting him know I wanted him. That I needed him in ways I never knew. We hadn’t known each other for long but I knew this was right. Whatever this was. “Please.”
“Stop.” He leaned his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “I need some