the opposite knee. He held a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, taking a sip every so often. All the while watching me. His dark eyes became black as night.
My body turned on. It was hyper aware of the man sitting only a few feet away from me. An ache formed between my legs. My nipples hardened under his scrutiny. A slight flush spread up my neck and I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the mere sight of him.
Matteo was beautiful. Captivating. Strong. And so damn powerful, I could feel it every time he looked at me. He was intense.
Uncrossing his legs, he placed the small glass on the end table. He crooked his finger, motioning for me to come to him.
And I did.
My body listened before I had a chance to stop it. My nerve endings tingled and jumped, the submissive part of me wanting to please its Master.
I knelt in front of him, presented myself and waited.
Warm fingers pinched my chin, tilting my head. His dark eyes sparkled, his strong jaw flexing. He sat back, watching me.
I waited a beat before I crawled onto his lap.
His calloused hands grazed down the length of my back, cupping my ass and pulled me hard against him.
A breathless gasp escaped me.
“Do it,” he ground out. “Before I lose control.” His body shook. His mouth moved over my chest, his lips finally closing around a nipple.
I moaned, arching against him. Not taking a chance, I unbuckled his belt and pulled out his heavy length.
“No condom. Please. Fuck,” he shivered when I started stroking him. “I need you bare.”
Rising to my knees, I brushed the tip of him over my soaked opening.
“So fucking wet.” His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. “Did you wake up wet for me, beautiful girl?”
“Yes.” I kissed his cheek. “I kept dreaming of your hands being all over me.”
“It wasn’t a dream,” he said, lowering my body down the length of him.
I whimpered, clawing my fingers into the strong muscles of his shoulders.
“Ride me hard, Marketa.”
I could feel every vein, every inch of his thickness as my body circled against him. Our hips worked up a rhythm, meeting in the middle after each hard thrust.
“Touch me, Mae. I need you…Shit…I need your warmth.” His voice was desperate, his need strong and unsure.
My heart sped up but I did as he demanded. Fisting his shirt in my hands, I ripped it down the middle. Buttons flew everywhere, landing on the floor around us.
He growled, pumping his hips hard and fast.
With an unknown flutter racing through me, I allowed my fingers to trail down his strong back. A soft gasp left my lips as I felt the bumpy ridges marring his skin.
“Don’t think about it. Just touch me,” he pleaded, latching onto one of my nipples.
“Matteo,” I moaned, my brain not processing what I was feeling. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I kissed his neck, my gaze glancing down his back. “Oh my.” Bumpy pink ridges covered his skin.
“Don’t,” he demanded, slamming his hips against me. “Please.”
“Matteo, stop.” I struggled against him. This wasn’t right. Something happened. Something tragic.
“No. Stop is not a fucking safeword.” He grabbed my hands from around his neck, holding them behind me.
“Please,” I insisted. “We need to talk.”
Matteo pushed me to the ground, forcing his hips between my thighs. “You want to talk?” he ground out. “You want to know why these scars are on my back? You want to know the pain permanently etched into my mind because of a fucking monster?”
“Matteo, I-I…I …” I tried to ignore the harsh words leaving him and focus on the feeling of him being inside of my body but I couldn’t.
He pushed into me hard. “You know what will make me stop. Say it.”
The word was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t say it. I wanted to finish. As much as we needed to talk, as much as I needed to know what had happened, I craved the feeling of him coming inside of me. I wanted to experience him pulse, filling me, coating me with every ounce of him.
“Hmm…my dirty girl is changing her mind,” he purred, licking up the side of my face.
“Stop,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Say it,” he demanded, speeding up his hips.
“I…”
“Damn it, Marketa!” he growled. “Say it.”
“Santos!” I screamed, an explosion of pure divine ecstasy erupting through me.
Matteo stopped and sat back on his haunches. His chest rose and fell, his