hands to himself except to steal kisses every so often. I learned he loved to cook. He embraced both sides of his heritage and had a goal to learn as many Mexican and Italian dishes as he could. He also promised to cook for me on one of our dates.
When we were eating fish down by the lake an hour before we had to leave, he got a call. His body tensed and he took a breath, bracing himself before he answered his phone.
“Hello, father.” Matteo reached a hand out for me.
I latched on, holding his arm in my lap.
“I’m on a date.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Her name is Marketa Dobry.” He glanced my way and gave me a soft smile. “Yes, she is beautiful…Are you? When?” His back stiffened. “Alright…Let me know and we’ll meet up…I’m heading home in a couple of weeks as well.” Matteo pulled me closer against him. “Talk to you soon…Bye, father.” He hung up and kissed me instantly.
When I thought it would be a peck, he deepened it, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He swallowed my moans, breathed in my sighs and we both let our pleasure wash over us.
Something told me his dad was intense. Much like mine.
Matteo relaxed against me and kissed my head. “Sorry about that. My dad likes to get under my skin.”
“I know how you feel. My dad has become protective since…since we lost my mother. You only saw one side of him. Piss him off and his full wrath is revealed.” Matteo didn’t need to know exactly why my father’s protectiveness came out. At least not yet.
“My mother died giving birth to me.” Matteo brushed his finger over my shoulder absent-mindedly before he continued. “I know my dad blames me.”
“Oh, Matteo.” I placed a soft peck on his mouth. “That can’t be true.”
“Did I scare you when I cuffed you to my couch?” he asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my wrists.
I sighed at the change of subject, not sure how much I should reveal to him. “No. Not at all.”
“Don’t forget to you use your safeword. Whenever you are with me. Doesn’t matter when. If I get to be too much—”
I crushed my mouth to his. “Shh…there’s more to me than you know.” I kissed him again and stared intently into his eyes. “Sir.”
Matteo
Fuck me hard and call me Sally.
Marketa Dobry didn’t know what she was getting herself into by teasing me. I had enough issues trying to keep my hands to myself but when her dark eyes stared up at me with lust and passion in them, it took everything in me not to throw her down on the bench and rip off her clothes. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” I told her, kissing the side of her neck.
“Are you telling me to stay away?”
“Never. I want you to know and I’m only warning you this one time, Marketa. Once I have you, once I’m so deep inside of you, you scream from the pure pleasure of it, I will never let you go.” Sinking my teeth into her neck, I nipped along her skin. “Think you can handle me?”
“Yes. Oh yes. Please, Matteo.”
“I will own every inch of you, beautiful girl.” Enough teasing. I needed to get this date done so I could spend my time tormenting her. I was a sadistic bastard and all.
Rising from the bench, I pulled Mae to her feet.
“Matteo.” She swayed towards me.
“Yes?”
“Take me home. We don’t have to go to Cello’s.”
My dick lengthened at her desperation but I would be a gentleman until it was too late for us both. I knew Mae didn’t feel anything. Or not in the usual sense of the term. I didn’t know her story but I did know something tragic had happened. Something so brutal that caused her to fall into herself. That image of the intricate tattoo on her body was seared into my mind. Burned its way into my retinas where all I saw was it. It was beautiful. In a grotesque way. Thorns marred the length of the stem, petals falling off the wilting rose and landing to a spot at the small of her back. Whoever had done it, did a perfect job. But her words…pleading for me to ignore the tattoo put a sour taste in my mouth.
“Matteo?”
Her voice snapped me from my thoughts. “We’re going to Cello’s and then I’ll take you home.” As much as the