“I could never get sick of you, sweet girl. But being with you makes me want you that much more,” he purred.
“Why?” I snapped my mouth shut, wishing I could take back that one word.
“Why do you question me?” he asked, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
“I…” My heart raced, my palms becoming sweaty. “I don’t…I don’t know. I can’t help it.”
“I have no intentions of doing anything to you that you don’t want me to do. I won’t hurt you. Not in the traditional sense at least.” With two fingers, he tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I know you like pain. And I plan on giving you the beautiful pain you crave.”
“How do you know that?” It was a dumb question but I couldn’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.
“I remember the way you arched under me, pushing your nipple further into my mouth.” He licked his lips, leaning down to my ear. “I remember the way you begged for me to bite you.” He nipped the soft spot under my ear.
“Matteo,” I panted. My hands trailed down his chest, grabbing onto the thin fabric.
“I also remember the way you screamed my name when my bite made you come. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Especially after I give you the pleasure you deserve.”
His words warmed my heart. “It was unexpected.”
“Of course it would be.”
“Why?”
“Because you haven’t met your match until now. You can only tell someone what you want until it becomes frustrating,” he explained. “Have you ever told a man what you want?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I was never given the chance.”
“Well, beautiful girl.” His mouth moved along the length of my neck. “I promise you, you won’t need to tell me but if there is something you want, I expect you to say it.”
I nodded, gripping onto his shirt.
“Now what do you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you.” His hot breath caressed my skin, washing over me in waves of pent up desire.
“Everything,” I whispered, tilting my head to give him better access.
“Everything, sweet girl?”
“Yes.” I wished he would take me home. Take me to a place I knew only he could.
“You may think you want everything from me, everything I have to give, but you don’t.”
I frowned. “Are you telling me not to want you?”
“No.” He cupped my jaw. “I’m telling you I’m not a good man.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes.
“You’re good to me. That’s all I need.” My heart raced.
His eyes searched my face. “Before this goes any further, you need to ask yourself one question. How far are you willing to go to be with me?”
“What does that mean?” His words made a nervous flutter swim through my belly.
“It means,” he glanced down at his hand traveling up my inner thigh under my skirt. “That once I have you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
“I want you to control me,” I blurted, gripping his arm.
“I know.” He didn’t look at me once his fingers reached my panties. “I know what you need and it’s something only I can provide.”
“Matteo, please. I…” I couldn’t tell him I needed him in ways I was forced to live. I couldn’t tell him for fear of scaring him away.
Leaning his forehead on my shoulder, his hot breath seared my skin. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“We’re in public and I want you right now. I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks and I crave you in ways I never knew existed,” I said, cupping his nape. “I want you, Matteo, in any way you want me.”
A soft growl left his lips as his finger slipped beneath the fabric of my panties. “So fucking wet. For me,” he growled, thrusting his finger into my body in one smooth move.
I whimpered, sinking my teeth into his neck to muffle my cry.
“Hmm…music to my ears. Imagine my cock thrusting into your pussy. Slow. Deep. And then fast and hard,” he said, between thrusts.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you rough. I’m going to rip your body open and then make love to you. You want my big dick filling your cunt, don’t you, Marketa?”
I trembled against him. “Yes.”
“How about your pretty ass? Think you can handle me fucking you everywhere?” he ground out.
Oh dear God. The images he put into my head mixed with the dirty words and the deep thrusts of his finger